It's A Blue World.

[Estilo]

-- Enter.

I ran.

The ends of my ebony cloak rippled with the waves of wind that passed by me as I leaped from rooftop to rooftop, rushing towards the apartment I had called home so long ago. Unlike the dragon mask that I wore, my wide hood wasn't fastened for the speed at which I was going, and was easily blown back by the wind. My cardinal red hair, currently tied into an unruly ponytail, was revealed to the world once more. But that didn't matter, and I paid it no mind. For my thoughts were occupied with a much more pressing matter: the death of my old student, and successor as the Raikage, Eiichiro Munashi.

Obtaining such news wasn't difficult at all. Through word of mouth, I was certain that such information had already passsed the borders of Kaminari no Kuni, and into other territories. But, considering how recent the attack had been, I had not been aware of this until reaching the village and eavesdropping on a few conversations. It had stricken me completely off-guard. Grief, anger, and astonishment brewed within me like a wild tempest. But, most of all... guilt. For so many reasons.

I reached the rooftop of my apartment building, and entered through a balcony window I managed to lockpick within a matter of seconds. Trying not to think about my sins. My mistakes. Trying to ignore the ominous pain burning at the back of my concealed right eye, pulsing like a heartbeat. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Why, of all times, did it have to resurface now? Death was playing a bad joke. But I wasn't having it. Hastily making my way towards the spacious room at the end of the hallway, I dropped to a crouch besides a footlocker at the foot of the bed. Opening it, I found the vast array of secondary weapons I had stashed there long ago. Within it, my katana.

Without a moment to spare, I would grab a small blank note, and place it before me. Issuing three swift hand seals, and setting my fingers aglow with a yellow hue, I would then place a shiki on the aforementioned note. This very note I would firmly wrap around my katana's handle, grabbing it by its sheath with one hand as I wrapped with the other. Now that the formula had been placed, there was one last thing I needed to check up on before attending the funeral. So I'd leave the katana at the foot of my bed, throw on my hood, and leave.

-- Exit.

[Yox]

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