A chance encounter!

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[The Dude]

Further into the mist Kiyoshi Tenzo sat with his back propped against the trunk of a tree. His thoughts were running circles of questions and concerns about the strange band he had seen earlier just on the coast of Mizu no Kuni. A gathering of shinobi from all corners of the world it had seemed, but all with something in common. Not only did they all have a similar agenda, they were strikingly familiar both in appearance and chakra. Unfortunate that Kiyoshi had not managed to get closer before the Mizukage drove them off. There was one thing he was certain of however. One of his old and last students had been among the travelling troupe.

Tentatively his hand reached up towards his head before slipping into the high rising collar and pulling out a headband that had been carefully hidden along the lining of the collar. It did not bear the markings of a kirigakure though, but rather the crest of a shinobi of Amegakure. He rubbed his gloved digits across the surface tenderly polishing it as he considered what all this meant. No matter how hard or long he thought on it though, he had hardly any information to make even the slightest guess at what was going on.

He rose to his feed clutching the headband tightly in his fist covering the insignia and twisting his neck about whilst rolling his shoulders. There were no answers here in Mizu. The only people who had answers had been driven out. After so many years, it was time for Kiyoshi to leave this place and go see for himself what had become of his home.