Time [Concluded]

[Nagato]

[Enter]

“The Raikage retired.”

The words of the docile merchants froze Nagato in his tracks. He turned his head, facing the man who uttered the words and in that one moment, he felt rather sick… sick and tired. Sighing with discontent, he returned his sight to the path and went onto walk toward is apartment. Throughout the course of the journey, he muttered to himself.

“God. GOD DAMN. I have to start from the beginning. I could never please this village! Time and time again I’ve been brought to prove myself. The future Raikage won’t recognize those accomplishments. I will be doing grunt work… D rank missions until I--- AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I’m sick and tired- of do this. Do that. Do this. Do that. I could have been a member of the Anbu by now… hah… a few days before I was all set and he retires… ” he roared as he neared his house, slamming his right fist through the thin wooden wall. His hand pierced straight through the makeshift entrance and in that instant he turned on his heels, walking back toward the merchants.

Approaching a merchant on the far side of the city, he raised his left hand, gesturing the man over. As the small stocky man approached Nagato extended his hand out. “Hundred packs of exploding pouches” With that, he palmed the man some money and returned on the path home, collecting cloth and other sowing materials on the way.

In addition to the clock, he collected thick plastic and spray paint in order to aid the creation of masks.

[Exit]