Gone With the Wind [Search]

[Amimura]

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Dusty winds continued to kick up as they often did in the country of wind. It was bad enough that the gusts were shooting hard enough to blow up her shorts, tickling her thighs and shooting sand in places she preferred not to fathom. Dark and gorgeous hues gazed through dirty goggles that had been pelted with sand for the last couple of hours. The legend said it would be somewhere here. However the last bits and pieces of information she gathered would only take her to travel to a place null of life. Only filled with sand and more sand.

The desert looked like it would stretch on forever. Her arrival in Kaze no Kuni was an easy one. That much she was fortunate for. However she found herself lost in a void once she actually arrived. Her feet shuffled through bits and pieces of sand, carrying her body limply through the scenery. The sun was high within the sky, and filled the scene with beautiful colors of gold and blue. The constant breeze touched her skin and would have been refreshing to feel through her fishnets, if only sand neglected to be a companion to the unnatural phenomenon.

"It's so hooooooooot." Her frail, girly voice whined to invisible ears as she paused for a swift second to wipe sweat from her forehead. The new land was nothing like Otogakure. Nor was it similar to Tea Country in any way. It almost made her regret going on this adventure in the first place. However the story was simply too much of a tease to pass up without, at least, investigating. What better way to use her new found freedom she thought prior to actually engaging in the adventure.

Haruko's wind powers were the greatest among all Oto shinobi. While most of them specialized in taijutsu, weaponry, and occasionally the fine tuned Oto jutsu, she found her place in the Fuuton release. Rather adept at it and it's practice, she knew from the start that she was different from the others. At a young age, her peers knew the fact to be true as well.

She inhaled deeply before venturing forth once more, searching for her legendary weapon. Her task for true freedom required some degree of power. Power which she lacked.

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In this neck of the woods most called suna there were but two things which kept its spirit alive. The fairy tales the elders told around the campfire… and the legendary nightmares which shook its foundation to no extent. One of those legends circulated around Kyodai Sensu, the gigantic fan said to be in the clutches of the countries oldest living person.. Edrial. She was said to be a witch… using the giant fan as her means of luring men and women into her lair of the dead. What exactly goes on within its confines is nothing but mystery because none have made it outside of the grasps of the overwhelming darkness which wraps all who step foot within its confinement.

If Haruko listened closely enough to the overbearing voices around the many campfires around her… she could hear this very one tale being told. The comfort of the campfire would breathe rage into those who had lost family to Edrial. Her wicked screech could be heard from miles away on nights like these. Random allusions appeared within the night such as giant shadows overbearing the campfires for but seconds and finally fading after one person peered up. The young nuke ninja would find herself as empty as that void if she were not careful…

The words would cut like knives into the ears of Haruko. What she did with the information was her choice alone.. but it would take much more than courage to pursue this haunted quest for power.

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A campfire in an already blazing heat seemed redundant and ridiculous to the young shinobi. Even through her loose fitting clothing could she feel the winds only applying so much as a simple drop of cool air upon her soft skin. All else, however, was filled with a raised temperature, which would refuse to help her keep her white complexion.

Regardless of the taunting weather, useful information had reached her ears swiftly like a kunai. Seems tales of the legend were being spread through the sand. She had to make use of this had she ever desired to wield the deadly weapon. She moved herself over to the fire, taking a seat at one of the improvised chairs made of wood. She positioned herself next to the man whom had been sharing his tale with the others that surrounded the fire.

"These sandy plateaus. Exactly where could I find them?," she asked proudly to the storyteller, hoping for some information. "I'm hoping to see this, so called, witch." A confident grin popped up on her face. Her white teeth almost seemed to shine off of the fire as water did from the sun. She pointed her thumb to her chest to further emphasize her joy in seeking out the weapon. It mattered not whom possessed it. She wanted to claim it to be hers.

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Her words seemed to startle those around the crimson campfire. In this nighttime there were no chances taken… especially when the spirits of everyone seemed shaken by its frightful bearing. One person in particular wouldn’t take their eyes off of Haruko… an older man sitting within the back of the campfire with a startled look on his face. His fingers pointed and shook as his voice attempted to yelp out any energy it could for the sake of his own protection. With his legs and body wobbling he stood to his feet with his eyes poking out in a severe expression.

He coughed shortly afterwards and fell to the ground as a seizure befell upon him. Everyone else scattered around him to check his pulse. Haruko had really done the job of catching attention to her own self… and now it might have been hard to get out of it.

A sterling young man with tears rolling down his eyes screamed with fierce intent to Haruko. He wasn’t the person to go out to strike a lady but in his eyes she were nothing but an evil entity. His fists griped and teeth gritted as he pointed to the direction he wanted her to lead. His grandfather had suffered enough pain from the horrible omens roaming the southern suna land. It was much to deal with at his age. Nevertheless… Haruko had been given some information to where she could go although it did not turn out any way she would have wanted it to..

The trail lay in front of her with promising treasure… but her tread would have to be quick in order to catch a supernatural being..

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Whatever entity or creature they thought her to be, they had themselves a well educated, or lucky, guess. Lady luck continued to kiss upon them, as she had little to no time to play around with an old man who could barely keep his piss in his bladder, and several jumpy men, frantically moving as did the fire they surrounded.

"Wimps." She murmured to herself as she had taken the long tread along a path that she was referred to. Though it was not through a direct conversation, she obtained a small bit of information on where to begin searching. The stories of this witch who possessed powers of the wind, stealing the lives of innocents and making a burial ground with their bones, was a bit of a farfetched story for some ears. Though the young female knew that the simple usage of Fuuton techniques could make any man believe that she herself could be the very witch they all feared.

Nightfall had come more swiftly than she had anticipated, and the only information she dug up had taken her on a trail where she had no idea exactly what she was looking for. A witch or the fan itself, or even something entirely different. She required more information, but would not receive it from the groups at the campfires. As she neared the sandy plateaus she would realize that the dark continued to envelope her, as the campfires were no more than orange specs in her background. The only thing illuminating the cold, blue sands was the full moon that hung overhead.

Eventually her trek would bring her to her destination, where her next move would commence.

[永遠に]

Into the desolate sand...
Chapter 1

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