Fates Chilly Hand [Kota][invite]

[Hiruzen]

Location:San Grino
Time:Just after Noon, 1:05 pm
Weather:Partially Cloudy, Sunny Otherwise

”Lost….” That’s how Hiruzen felt as he stood atop a roof in this snowy, nearly desolate village. The snow had stopped falling at least. He wasn’t really ‘happy’ to be in this snowy, cold, god forsaken place, but he really didn’t have anywhere else he wanted to be, nor that he needed to be. He looked out on the place, his lively brilliantly blue eyes moving over the buildings looking for… something with meaning.

The gentle, yet chilly wind, moved his traveling cloak around his body, the very white despite the travels, swayed in the air as did his light blue hair, his medium sized dark gray gourd on his back held most of the clock down and thus kept him warm against the chill. Winter was coming, and the chill was already settling upon these villages in the upper mountains within Kaminari no Kuni. What purpose could Hiruzen set his life to… how would he obtain his goals?

These thoughts played in his mind as this chill played across this pathetic little town. But this place was a victim, and hanging on the mercy of the chill and nature itself. Would Hiruzen Osaka, the Desert Walker and nuke nin from Sunagakure, also be a victim? Hanging not on the mercy of nature, but of his own fate. He needed to find the power he longed for, but how? Certainty not here.

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[KEITH]

Snow had fallen to the feet of the people who had moved around the small town of San Grino, it was a sign that winter was almost here. The snow was still light, and therefore, it had allowed people to still work in such conditions, moving about the town, living their daily small lives. Eventually, the snow would stop, and the freshly landed snow would have been graced by the footsteps of a young shinobi who had been traveling the world. He had been doing so for a long time, to further himself and his goals; though he had put his own personal development before them.

He had wanted to become a strong, and famous shinobi whose name would have been known throughout the entire world, this day was so far away, be he would try his best to continue toward it. The easy way for him to achieve his goal was to become a powerful and influential Nuke-Nin, because becoming a hero would be harder than anyone can imagine, and the title could be subjective, more so than the former. As time would continue to pass, the shinobi would make his way through the town, his grey eyes capturing everything before him as he shifted his eyes from left to right to make sure he capture the buildings and it's unique cultural designs, and the people. He would eventually come across a restaurant, for his travels would leave him starving, due to always going the longest of times without food to test his body.

The restaurant he had happened to fall upon was a dumpling shop, and he would take a seat at the front of the shop, just under the cloth that hung from the roof, bearing the name of the shop and the logo of it. As the shinobi would begin to order his meal, he would hear the people talking of what had happened in Kami no Shimo only a few months ago, though the shinobi didn't pay any real attention to it. He was focused upon his meal and his drink; his grey eyes would then subtly look around, and then had sat upon someone who had stuck out of the ground like a sore thumb. Why was he carrying...a gourd?

The blue haired male who he had seen was making his way into the direction of the shinobi, who had his mahogany mane tied up into a messy bun, with the rest just falling along the sides of his face, and sported a grey colored robe with a hood attached, though at the moment, everything within it was concealed. His eyes had moved back to his meal, it had seemed the boy wasn't from around here, though neither was himself.

["Oh, man! These are delicious!"]

The shinobi would say after eating only a few of the dumplings. They were sweet, and possessed a flavor that he wasn't really use to, but it was one of the best things he had ever tasted, and would surely want to know what the recipe is. Though he wasn't much of a cook, he had cared along a female partner with him into Kaminari no Sato, but she wasn't present today. But, she was a woman after all, surely she could cook.

Would it be as good as this, though?

[Hiruzen]

To escape the growing chill outside, Hiruzen slipped onto the street and now slide aside a cloth acting as the defense against the chill, lured by the promise of heat. He wasn’t disappointed for as the cloth flapped closed behind him the warm embrace and sweet smells of cooking embraced him. He took a breathe and turned to walk along the bar like set up to find an appealing seat. His eyes passing over the strangers with a side glance as he went.

Then his eyes crossed something that made him pause in his steps, and loose his breathe a little in surprise and wonder. Upon a sash, slipping form beneath a gray hood cloak, the markings were powerful enough to Hiruzen to cause his step and breathe to falter, and as he looked up at the face of it’s owner he saw him looking back, only to look back to his meal.

The younger man, Hiruzen blinked his surprise away, and his solemn face returned as his mind whirled. The symbol had been the kanji for Longevity, long life, eternal life, who was this man? Eternal life was a personal desire, no… more of a goal of his. Everyone thought it impossible thus he began keeping his wish to himself, but here. A man sporting the sign… did he know something of it?

Taking a seat next to the man, not looking at him quiet yet. He ordered a bowl of ramen and sat in silence for a moment or two before speaking while looking straight ahead, watching the man prepare his meal.

”tell me would you, Do you believe a man can live forever stranger?”
He was interested in this stranger. He bore one of the things the Desert Walker desired, and with it, he believed he could achieve all other things. His tone was low, but mostly to catch the man’s attention. People who spoke low, in Hiruzen’s experience often spoke of things of interest, such as secrets.

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[drift]

The winds had spirited Azula to this most bleak and desolate of places. She had left the village on a whim, that whim had turned into two days of journeying. It was an adventure, though more than that a feeling of destiny permeated the air. Some invisible line had tugged her from her village in the clouds all the way to these frozen wastes. Or it was simply a random desire. Azula was not one for deep philosophical thought she had always been more of a live for the moment kinda shinobi. After all in their lives a moment could mean everything.

A village came into view thankfully as Azula trudged absent mindedly through the snow which blanketed the area. She still wore her simple attire, a well made outfit somewhat between a dress and a uniform. The cold was nothing, Azula just didn't focus on it, once her mind was elsewhere there was little to fear in terms of being uncomfortable. Of course she knew she couldn't survive in a blizzard for long without proper clothing and shelter. Yet the day was pleasant and sunny and as she made the village the smell of cooking food brought forth a low grumble from her stomach. 'Time to eat'

Her nose followed the delightful aroma of cooking to a quaint restaurant, a dumpling shop. A satisfied smile crossed her features and she picked up her pace. There were two men already sitting at the front of the shop and Azula chose to seat herself next to them. A good meal was always made better by good company and good conversation. Or so her mother had told her repeatedly though she had always believed this to be an excuse to get Azula to eat with the family rather than retire to her room. Sitting down on the right side of a man with a gourd her ears picked up a curious question. Placing a few coins before her she called out "Double portion of dumplings please." Before turning to inspect her fellow patrons. Both were male and both gave off a familiar vibe.

"Nobody can live forever, you might live a long time but forever, no. Forever stretches past the boundaries of time and time we are all governed by sadly." Snatching a dumpling as a plate of the delicious snacks were placed in front of her she chewed on it merrily, emerald green eyes gazed at the other two. She hoped it wasn't another private conversation she had just butted into, she was forever doing that.

[KEITH]

It would only be a matter of time before the boy with the gourd had reached the shinobi, leaving his footsteps in the clean, soft snow which had covered the grounds. He would take a seat next to the shinobi, and feeling a bit uncomfortable, he would think that the one who had carried the gourd was a very strange person. What was inside of that thing that he carried upon his back and what was its purpose? No matter what, he couldn't wrap it around his head why someone would carry such a heavy looking thing.

Not too long after the strange boy had sat next to him, a rather attractive girl had taken the seat on the other side of the boy. Much to the discontent of the shinobi, he would have rather had the company of the girl next to him, instead of his current neighborhood. Something in his head had told him that the boy was going to ask a question, but how weird it would be, one wouldn't even be able to scale it. His grey robe had covered his entire attire, whatever he would have worn beneath it, protecting him from the cold weather which had seemed to be the be getting to a few people he had previously seen walking around.

And, just like he would have thought, he had been hit by a question, asking the shinobi if he had believed in living forever. He had wondered why he had been asked such a strange question, and why did this random boy even care to know about such a thing? Didn't he know that everyone creates their own reality to believing what they choose to believe? But, it was alright, he surely had an answer for the boy, but before he could even speak, the girl on the other side of the boy would begin to. She would give out a reply that was honest, but it had lacked elegance, but the shinobi would make up for what she had left out.

["Hm, well. Yes and no; the physical body cannot go on living forever because the soul outgrows the body, and needs a new vassal. Though, a soul can never cease to exist, it is chained to an everlasting wheel of reincarnation. That's why when a new person is born; they can resemble ones of the past in physical features or personality. Or at least, that is what I believe. So, yes."]

He said as he would continue to eat his delicious dumplings, his grey eyes had watched them as if they were memorizing him as he had eaten them. He had a playful smirk upon his face, as if he had been really enjoying. "It's so good!" He would say to himself.

[Hiruzen]

while his question hung in the air like a heavy mist, a young women whose hair was as black as night, took the seat next tom him. He spared a slight glance at her arrival but thought nothing more of it as she ordered. The women answered first, and hers was a problem with time. She wasn’t wrong in any regard. The man to his left had a more physical understanding and explanation. Both determined it was impossible for the physical body, or one, the same, person to live forever as they are.

Hiruzen had glanced to the man as he had answered but now had refocused his gaze to the bar top in front of him where his bowl of fresh ramen and mixed meats was placed. Setting both arms next to it for a moment, he thought as a silence filled the space while they ate and considered. He more then thought, eh knew it had to be possible for a man to live forever. It was one of his many incredibly unattainable dreams. But only unattainable tot hose unwilling to devote and give their all to their dreams.

He spoke to penetrate the silence and bravely disturb the tranquil peace that comes with eating great food.
”Good points. But consider this, something that lives on after the greatest of men has fallen, is the story, the legend of them and the events that forged their name. We live in a world of incredible power. I believe that there is a way, among all this power, to live forever. “

He blew on his steaming ramen for a moment, letting the aroma’s drift and spread around him as he took them in. He was going to enjoy this, he thought with a small raise of the corners of his mouth forming a small smile before speaking once more.
”And I’m going to find it. “

He spoke in a clam, clear tone. Filled with no doubt but a resounding belief one would have to take as if he was either passionate for what he said, or possibly a little crazy. But there was no doubt in him. His words held two meanings. One, the promise of your tales and feats would carry your name into eternity and possibly further. Second, that there may very well be the power here, in the shinobi world, to grant eternal life. He began eating his ramen and left his new found companions to consider his option. While he found that this place was quite incredibly good. They knew how to make ramen that was for sure, and based on the sounds from the others, they weren’t disappointed with their meals either.

[drift]

Azula continued to eat her meal as both men spoke, the one seated furthest who had a very concealed appearance spoke more thoroughly on the matter yet his words rang true with her own. Death was inescapable, surely. Though her mind was now questioning the very facts about mortality. She had heard of legends of Shinobi's attempts to cheat and conquer death, all had failed though some had if you believed the legends come close or at least lived many years past the normal lifespan.

Taking a large bite from another of the dumplings she murmred in delight "Delicious". These were definitely better than the dumplings from Kumogakure, definitely making the journey out here worth it. A slight frown would cross her face for a few moments she had not yet decided if she would return to Kumo or not, her absence would no doubt be noted by now. Yet perhaps fate had drawn her here, she had tasted the sweetest dumplings and she was now rethinking something she had been certain of for so long, death.

The male on her right spoke again after having listened quietly to the words of Azula and the other male, one thing was sure and that was he believed death was avoidable. Though only shinobi could talk in such ways, their power allowed them the ability to bend the rules of the elements and of the world, could the rule of death also be bent or better broken. Azula continued to eat her mind thinking over her two new companions and on how one would go about cheating the Reaper. Swallowing the remains of her second dumpling her stomach now feeling slight satisfaction she turned to her new companions.

"Are we all shinobi then?" she would chuckle with a smile revealing kumo headband resting around her neck, she ran a finger between it and the nape of her neck with a mischievous smirk. Wrapping herself back up from the cold she tilted her head a little. "You two don't seem like Kumogakure shinobi though, not that i care. I was considering becomming a free agent, and i have family elsewhere. You can't keep the wind locked up, it needs to be free to go where it wishes, like me" I said beaming with a smile. I meant Kumo no ill will, i simply wished to see the world. "I think looking for a way to cheat death.....sounds like fun."

[KEITH]

The shinobi would continue to enjoy his meal, no longer giving the two along the side of him any more of his attention as he would dig into to his delicious dumplings. He had begun to think about his partner who he had left in a cave, along the mountain range, and how she was doing. She was probably still sleep, since they had stayed up late, but if she was up, would she have wondered where he was or what he was doing? Would she leave the cave and go off upon her own?

Hopefully she wouldn't, if they had lost each other now in Kaminari, their plans could get a bit messed up, if not completely ruined. He didn't want to think too much about it, though, he didn't want to start worrying about things, because he had known it could mess up his train of thought. And, nothing good ever comes from worrying, for sure.

As a hand would come across his plate, he would feel that he had been running low on dumplings; his eyes hadn't come across the place because they were gazed off into the distance beyond the back of the small shop. It was the gaze of an idle mind, like he hadn't been really thinking about anything; he would simply continue to stuff his face with his dumplings, one by one. The quietness between the three, which had filled the air didn't move him, and he had actually forgotten about them, despite the female having a cute face, and being rather attractive. But soon, the quietness would be disturbed by the young boy, who would continue on with what he was mentioning before.

His grey orbs would sharply cut over toward the boy, he would speak of there being something within the world that could grant one to live for a long time, or rather forever, and allow one to become immortal. This young boy had managed to spark the interest of the shinobi once more, and he would start to move the wheels in his head as he thought of the possibility of there actually being something like that which had existed. Did the shinobi wish for immortality? Or did he just wish to live long enough to complete all of his life goals?

His thought process about this would be cut short, as the female would begin to speech a few moments right after the boy had finished talking.

She would ask if they were shinobi, and then went on to tell them a bit about her. It had seemed a bit random for her to just come out and say such things, especially not knowing who they were. But, it all didn't mean much to the shinobi, though he had needed a to find a Kumo-nin to lead him to Kumogakure, and now here was one right before him, just a little out of arms reach. But, at the moment, he was more interested in what the boy was talking about.

The kunoichi had wanted to be free from Kumogakure, like how the wind was free, and it would seem that the kind of personality she possessed, if she was like the wind, she could change her mind at any moment. But, then again, she was a woman, so that kind of thing was a given. He would then turn his head toward the two, guessing it was time for him to speak again.

["Correct, I am indeed a shinobi, and I use to hail from Kusagakure. But now, I am simply a wandering shinobi."]

He had decided to leave things on that note, not wanting to say any more, until he would learn just a little bit more from the two whom he had been socializing with. He was becoming impressed by the two, which had seemed to be interesting characters.

[Hiruzen]

Filling the time after he spoke last with eating his ramen, the deliciousness of the meal had taken him off guard, like he could only imagine his companions had been taken by their meals if they were at least half as good as his own. It wasn’t long however before the women around his won age spoke up. Revealing she was from Kumogakure and a free spirit with hopes of discovering the world.

It would seem he had fallen into quiet perfect company. The man with the hidden thoughts on Longevity, the women with hopes of seeing what this great and wondrous world had to offer. Both were desires of his own, however Hiruzen already had a bit of an idea about what was out there in the world. Great danger, the chance for incredible suffering, but also unmeasureable power.

After her, with his ramen nearly half if not a bit more gone, the gentlemen o hits other side spoke up, saying he was form Kusagukre. Quiet a long way form home but then again so was he. What had brought such a strange group together in a place like this? He figured the company was fine, and interesting enough he figured he’d reveal a bit about himself.
”Sunagakure. Hiruzen Osaka from the vast waste land of sand.”

He spoke blandly, focusing more or less on his food then anything else. Sure, he was from a distant, and I mean very distant land, but he tried not to make a deal of it. He was more concerned with his groups goals and purpose then their origins. After all those could be quit intimate and he didn’t think them near that level yet.

Although eh was interested in where this little meeting would go. Would they simply part ways after this meeting? Maybe it’d be better to push a little more into these goals and reasons for being he was so interested in.
”So, now that we’ve established we’re all potentially dangerous people, who might I have the pleasure of speaking to? And what drew you two here aside form the food?”

[drift]

Azula would return her attention to her food whilst awaiting her answers, she knew how she came across to most people, something in which she personally relished. People had a tendency to take someone at face value, very few bore beneath the exterior and witness the true you. Behind the airy free exterior that drifted along through life so carelessly lay a storm, a vicious magnitude of power and cunning, a shinobi beyond the quarrels of moral questionings and a being who was far older in spirit than her eighteen years of life.

Yet there had lacked a real need to do anything nothing had sparked her interest, missions were dull, rising through the ranks tedious at best no she had had little interest in village life. But with an eternity of time or even hundreds of years, what could one do? What could one see, what could one shape? These were questions Azula wanted to know the answers too. It seemed she had been correct in her assumptions, her two new companions were both shinobi. One hailed from Kusagakure a minor village hidden among an ocean of grass and the other from the great sand waste that cradled Sunagakure one of the five great villages.

The guy with the gourd on his back announced himself as Hiruzen though the other chose to keep his identity a secret for now. Hiruzen asked the them of their names, with a sly grin Azula would chuckle. "Dangerous people, do i look that dangerous?" she asked coyly in a soft voice. Signalling for a drink of tea she continued. "Fumushi Azula, drift or Windstalker, the last two are nicknames i got given. Ex- Kumogakure i guess, don't plan on returning anytime soon anyway". A kindly old lady set the tea before her, by the smell of it Jasmine. Another delightful surprise. Sipping at the drink she allowed the warmth to fill her stomach and smiled in satisfaction.

"Now business you say." She would continue placing her drink back down on the counter. With a shrug of her shoulders and an innocent smile she would say "The Winds brought me here, and i have good tea, good food and good company. I have also found a goal." She would take a few bites of dumpling eyes shining happily. Swallowing with a mischievous smirk she would turn to them both. "I want to live forever." Pulling a more serious expression she would add "I know it's unlikely, but imagine all we could see and do with immortality, with lifetimes worth of experience and skill. We'd be like Gods." A glint in her eye shone, who wouldn't want that kind of power.

[KEITH]

The shinobi had continued to give his attention the duo, his eyes carrying a gentle gaze as he looked at the both of them once he had finished the speak. It would probably appear that the shinobi would be the only one to not give his name about out of the three of them, but it didn't bother him any. He had no reason to give his name away to a bunch of strangers, he couldn't just trust them right away and give his name out, and they could have also been people sent to spy upon him or to take him captive. It was hard to trust one out in this world, especially with so many people who carry blades that could easily pierce through the ribbons of a bond.

He would continue to watch and obverse what had went on before, when the boy would have mentioned that he was from Sunagakure, it had reminded the shinobi that it was the next place he would go to after visiting Kumogakure. He had liked the way that the conversation was going, though his reserved attitude would make it seem as if he didn't want to be a part of the conversation, so he would have to put a foot forward. The two of them had wanted to seek out a way how they could extend their own lives even further than what it was humanly destined to live. The shinobi had wanted the same thing, though he wasn't one to outwardly express how he feels, but it would usually depend on the topic at hand.

And, as he would begin to think more about it, he would have to give out more information about himself, to make himself the center of attention of the conversation, he had known that people with the same ideals might go down the same road of life.

[" Dangerous? Well, I would consider myself a threat, but I don't know how much of a threat I actually am. I suppose it would depend on whoever I was facing against. As to what brought me here..well, I wanted to go to Kumogakure, but I have no way to get there. And, my name is Kotarama, and it is a pleasure to meet you too."]

[Hiruzen]

Listening to his companions, Hiurzen couldn’t help but cast a measuring gaze at the women as she claimed to desire the same as he, to live forever. He also gave a smirk only to return his attention to the ramen, barely getting a bite before the man next to him introduced himself as well, and upon his words Hiru couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Of course they’d here him but something amused him.

”It’s funny to me, shinobi of the villages are weapons, controlled weapons. So what does that make us bunch hmm? We were controlled weapons and now we are all in a place like this enjoying good food and company all the while joking about how dangerous we are… we are weapons who are held by no master. The most dangerous people in the entire world and we’re eating dumplings and ramen, speaking about eternal life. It just seems funny to me.”

He would lean back a bit, taking a breath and reveling in how funny it seemed that weapons could speak so idly like this. Once their lives had held no meaning but to fight and die for their respective villages… and here they were holding no such alliance and exchanging words of living forever. At that very movement they could become the biggest threat to ever impact a shinobi worlds.

And yet they exchanged these words over… dumplings. HA. He gave his head a slight shake before refixing his gaze on the ramen that was left before him. Nearly gone there was a bit tinge of sadness at the emptiness of the bowl. However it took moments before his mind fell back to his new companions. Kotamara and Azula. One heading to Kumogakure, one from there and desiring to live forever. He liked these two, and it couldn’t be chance that they all ended up together. For Hiruzen wanted, even if secretly, companions on his journey towards immortality of some form. Had he found it here?

[drift]

Continuing to devour the remaining dumplings with much enthusiasm the young kunoichi smirked as the more quiet of the three revealed his identity. Such a calm measured way of talking, here was someone who distrusted almost everyone they met. It was much better Azula had found to either feign trust or actually have it, showing little trust often made others distrust you. He would be one to keep an eye on. His name was Kotarama, as she sipped down tea she found his name most fitting indeed. Hiruzen the other who bore a gourd on his back had a much more vibrant feel to him, people would trust such as him. As for her she would remain more difficult to place, she would let them think as they wished revealing bits here and there on a whim. One could not predict the wind.

As Hiruzen spoke about the irony of their situation Drift couldn't help but smirk and join in with soft laughter. Here were sat three killers, three strangers who's previous only connection had been the duties they maintained as shinobi of their villages. And here they had come having shook free the chains of duty to converse over good food and drink with those that in their previous role may have likely been deemed enemies. It was a strange irony, and it seemed foolish that geographical location and ancestry separated beings with similar goals, beliefs and virtues. She had never had such interesting conversation with fellow Kumo nin.

A kind smile would be directed at Hiruzen. "It is quite comical considering we're trained in the art of dealing death but it's the sole thing we wish to avoid". Turning her gaze to Kotamaru she would pose a question that had been lingering in her mind. "So, why do you wish to go to Kumogakure?" She asked in a playful tone. It was a simple question but if answered truthfully would give some insight into the quiet Kotamaru's plans. Of course a lie could easily be given. Returning to her tea she sipped at it her mind in thought, eager to see where the three of them were going in this conversation. Perhaps possible companions for the road. If Kotamaru's reason for going to Kumo was any good she could always take him, her absence so far was short.

[KEITH]

The shinobi had listened to the younger boy talk, as he had said something which had been awfully true, that the three of them were trained to be nothing more than killers. Though, the shinobi might have been the most used weapon of the three, for fighting in the war of Kusagakure versus Iwagakure so many years ago. His hands were stained with his enemies’ blood, and his body was stained with the blood of his believed ones he had held until they would have passed on into the next world. The shinobi had seen many battles in his life and had lost many people, he had a better understanding how cold the world could truly be to one, but he doesn't let the past hold him down.

Nor does he allow it to judge his decisions, like allowing his companion Jun, who was from Iwagakure, the village he had hated so much and it's shinobi to join him. And he didn't have any ill-feelings toward her, but he did feel something, though it was subtle. And faint. Something that most shinobi would never get to feel in their lives, due to them usually being short lived because of their jobs. The shinobi would then be addressed by the young kunoichi, Azula, asking what his plans were for Kumogakure.

He didn't really understand the kunoichi's relationship with the village, so he didn't want to say anything to her to make her react in some defensive way toward her village, but then again, she was like the wind. He felt like he shouldn't have to lie, but at the same time, he wouldn't want to say anything which would have sounded like a threat.

["I want to make a name for myself."]

And, with that said, he would remember that he had an appointment with his comrade who he would have needed to get to, and though he would have to make it seem like he was a rude person, he would just have to settle for it. He had rose up from his seat, and prepared to leave the duo where they had sat at the counter.

["I also just remembered I needed to attend to something immediately, so I should be going. Though, I will be remaining in Kaminari for a while. Perhaps we'll meet again."]

The shinobi would say before making an about face and traveling off, exiting the small town.

[Exit.]

[Hiruzen]

Making oneself a name... now there was an appealing thought. But how could one linger on just the one thought. Hiruzen’s face had been solemn as he listened to the others, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth but not quiet winning into a grin. But how did this man hope to achieve a name for himself in Kumogakure? It would seem he had stumbled into a few more interesting people then he had first anticipated.

But the movement drew his attention to watch the man with curious question as he rose and paid his farewells. Hiruzen nodded and said his own goodbye to the strange man with interesting goals.
”Well then, good luck and perhaps we will. Until then Kotarama from Kusagakure. Try not to die before then.”

Hiru thought it to be a bit funny, given their recent conversation piece. But the idea of meeting again was appealing. He felt there was much more to this man then was presented here, and with the abundance of interesting people in the world, Hiruzen wouldn’t mind learning more about the ones he could learn about and even from.

Looking over at his remaining companion he nodded once and spoke to her as well.
”Well now Miss Wind, I suppose that leaves us. What shall tow folks who wish to live forever talk about now hmm?”

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OOC:
Sorry for the late response. Got side tracked with work and trying to prepare for the Up-Coming Chuunin exams ^ ^

-I'd love to either carry on the thread or start another with you Drift. What ever you wish just let me know.