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[Fumito]

[/right]Fumito stretched as he hiked up his bag higher onto his shoulder walking a slow mellow pace. He’d made a very crucial decision today he was leaving his village. Why? Simple really, they bore him. They were but a small fraction of what they use to be and genin needed a teacher. Fumito was dressed in his casual attire with a simple black shirt and black jeans, his sword attached to his hip. You never know what you might run into nowadays.

"Sigh"

Fumito let out a loud sigh as he looked up into the sky and proceeded to leave his homeland. This place wouldn’t be missed. A huge fire was burning inside of the young shionbi and he refused to be contained. He loved death, murder, sabotage, and he knew where he might satisfy his appetite. Walking deeper into the brush he hoped all would go well on his journey.

Gripping the bag upon his shoulder he jumped into the trees and with a light burst of chakra began to weave his way throughout the forest. It was quiet today, he hadn’t seen anyone as of yet and Fumito hoped it stayed that way. It wasn’t as though he was a coward, but he was in no condition to be fighting anyone at the moment.

"Move"

He shouted as he jumped through a nest of birds. He was running faster than he’d ever have before, he couldn’t wait to reach Mizu no Kunai, the placed he wished to visit for much sometime now. He also wished to travel to village hidden in the mist he wished to commit the ultimate treason. He would soon be a very wanted boy.

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[Naitome]

Moved to Water Country.

[Fumito]

[/right]He had finally made it, a long path stretched in front of him. A pathway he knew was paved with blood, it was barren and empty on both sides. It was true what they said you could smell battle throughout the air. He couldn’t help but get excited he was so close he could taste it.

Oh, but there was one small problem. He had no idea where he was going from here. He couldn’t just walk into the hidden mist village, honestly he wouldn’t be surprised if he was attacked on sight. He also had to worry about the nomads that existed in this area, water country civilians were just as dangerous as their shinobi. Over the last hundred years, the water always stood its ground. Maybe that’s why he was drawn to it, the glory and smell of battle.

The path continued to stretch as far as the eye could see. A wave of darkness was taking over the sky. He knew that he couldn’t stray from the path he only hoped it would soon lead him to some food. Fumito didn’t intend to travel at night, he heard stories of these lands but at the moment it really didn’t seem as if he had much of a choice. The trees were so large, the air was so moist, even in the darkness you could still see a small glimpse of the hazes air.

His eyes pierced into the darkness, his gaze stretching far into the distance hoping for any sign of food. He needed to find somewhere to hide. Anything that he could use to gauge the best time for them to set up camp and scout out the surrounding area. He did not know what the local culture was like at the current moment - likely very hostile, and he didn’t want to take any chances running into anyone.
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[Taka]

//Enter

The Young Kekkai male had been traveling for quite some time now. Mizu no Kuni just happened to be one of the many places he has come across on his travels as he searched the answers that he so craved. It had been quite a long time since Amegakure no Sato was no longer standing and he only wanted answers as to what came about it's destruction. For now, he his other few goals were to locate all the scattered clan members of his. Kiyoshi knew very well he wasn't the last of his kind though there could be others who think they are. Of course being scattered all over the world, it would be a hard task. At least the male would find great enjoyment while traveling. Currently his guise was a traveling doctor who helped those in need while he gathered various amounts of information. He was a medic, of course he was going to have to help those who were injured. It would be wrong of him to do so and it would be going against his obvious profession choice.

Walking down the path, he kept his senses sharp just in case he needed to draw for his katana. Despite it being night, he didn't feel as if he needed it, Souin was always more effective unless he would be in a sword fight. Well even THEN it'd still be effective. So far he did not see a soul, he was completely unaware that someone was there. He only hoped that he wouldn't get attacked, fighting wasn't really much of his forte at the moment. He was only a MEDIC after all.

[Hotaru]

The Kirigakure chuunin was in the process of patrolling the land around the outside of the village. This was not an assignment given by the Mizukage's staff, or even out of some sense of devotion for her new home. She did it simply because she took comfort in the solitary embrace of the night. Roads that once bustled with activity became deserted, and Hotaru relished the opportunity to have this area as her domain; to explore and go wherever she pleased, free from commitment or the prying eyes of civilians. Of course, the odd bandit crossed her path now and again, but they usually turned tail at first sight of her unique kekke touta.

It was under the full moon that Hotaru would take notice of a two things. The first was the stunning clarity that the celestial light had bathed the forest in, giving anything it touched a feint, ethereal glow. The second was that she was not alone on this particular night. From her perch in a tree on the east side of the path 10 meters in the air, she could make out two figures heading down the path on course to meet head on in a few moments.

The red haired kunoichi laid on the tree branch, generally obscured by the long dark shadows cast by the branches above her, likely invisible to anyone without advanced perceptions. She couldn't make out anything distinct about their forms other than they were both distinctly male and one carried a katana on his hip. Despite the lower visibility, the moonlight would give the two a chance to see each other before they collided on the path, and she would be within earshot of any conversation the two would have as they closed in and exchanged words.

Though she was more curious than anything, it was important to stay on guard in situations like this, and so she remained poised to react to anything that seemed out of the ordinary.

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