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Nemuru simply opted to listen, not speaking as his sensei spoke. She had told him, as well as his partner, everything he needed to know. They had about a half of an hour to get themselves ready for the mission she had prepared for them. Already having everything he needed, there was nothing for him to gather. Instead of heading home, he would travel around the village, looking for people to converse.

“I guess I’ll see you guys then,” he said, smiling once more, tossing the scroll back to his sensei. He saluted for the final time, signifying his departure, then he leaned back, falling off the railing he had sat upon, and into the mist, that lingered below, disappearing from sight. If they decided to check, and see if he had been all right, they would realize that he was already gone.

Still trembling, Nemuru watched as the invader fell to the floor, first their knees, speaking derogatorily at him, and then falling completely over, their head slouched upon his stomach, as blood dripped upon his feet. It did not matter how much they cursed, and struggled now, for their soul had already been dammed to hell by the blades of the Yamanaka who showed no mercy. Grabbing the boy by their head, tangling black strands of here between his fingers, he held it up, and looked them deep within their eyes.

“Well, if it isn’t my enemy, an Uchiha,” he said, disgusted at the sight of those crimson hues that pierced the darkness, almost illuminating the room with a terrible glare. Ever since the death of his parents, by the hands of one of their brethren, he has never liked their clan. If he could exterminate them all, he would, but everything came with time. Nonetheless, this had been a foot in the door for somebody like him. Looking outside, through both the door and window, to make sure nobody else was coming, he released his grip.

“And from Konoha, too,” he continued, giving the boy a slight push to knock them on their back, as blood still spilled forth from their stomach, slowly spreading across the floor, and seeping through its crevices. He retreated, blood now covering the bottom of his feet, painting the area red with footsteps. Shifting through his bag, he would reach for two jars, both filled with fluid. Walking back over to the boy, he would kneel over him, plucking out both of his eyes, and putting them away to keep them preserved.

“I guess I’ll be headed there next,” he finished, snatching the headband off the head of the boy, wrapping it around his own head. Grabbing the rest of their equipment, including whatever ryo they had, and their ID, putting them with his own things, and walking out the door. Looking back, he would gaze at the boy for a final time. As he made his way outside, he checked both of his sides to scan the area of people. With nobody in sight, his lifted explosive notes from under his garments, and attached them all around the hut.

“Goodbye,” he whispered, turning his back to the building, performing the single hand seal^2A needed once he got far enough, causing it to explode in the distance behind him. He had left no trace of the boy, not like it matter, anyways. Each of the Kiri-nin within his village were merciless killers, willing to do whatever it took to maintain the status of their people. This had been another day. Nothing of value was lost, but a lot had been gained. Heading west to a boating dock, he was off to his next destination.

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Looting
x1 Katana
x1 Breath Mask
x2 High-Frequency Ear Plugs
x2 Sharingan
+3,500 Ryo

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2A. Exploding Seal Method Formation [C]

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/exit

Falling into a deep sleep, he began to envision himself in an empty room, kind of like the one he had been currently residing. He gazed around it for a brief moment, analyzing the walls, and then the ceiling, noticing the light on. Before he fell asleep, they were turned off. Something else had been unusual, as well. The door had been wide open, allowing the lurking mist to gradually creep into the room, starting at the floor, surround his legs, and then consuming his entire body.

He had not been too sure of what was occurring, but, like most of the time, he was not aware of it being a dream, thinking it all to be real. Closing the door, once again, and cutting off the lights, that happened to now being lit, he resumed his position back upon the bed, sitting up with his back against the wall. Unconsciously tilting to the side, the remaining bit of energy within him seemingly sucked away, his head met the pillow like the before, and his ocular sense receded behind his eyelids.

A loud collision of sounds could be heard, between the door bursting open, and the steps that followed it up, coming through them. Immediately, not having a moment to spare, he dashed forward to collide with the intruder, slanting his head away from the kunai to avoid it, and thrusting both arms out to impale them through the stomach with his concealed weapons^1A. Breathing heavily and heartbeat thrashing violently against his chest, hoping for his opponent’s death, he removed the blades, dropping his arms to his sides, and hid them.

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1A. Retractable Wrist Blade [C]

Nemuru had already managed to satisfy his sensei by showing up to their three men, or more appropriately two women and one man, affair, but even he know that this would not be enough to testify his loyalty. He had a lot more to do, but after their introductions, he became confident that the two that surrounded him at that moment were whom he would be able to establish bonds. Ever since the death of his parents, years ago when he was still a child, that feeling of love that he yearned for had finally present itself once more.

Placing his right hand above his left side of his torso, he felt for the beat of his heart. The pain he had been experiencing was something that he would have to heal over time. Turning his head to the side, away from his group, he gazed off the hospital building he stood upon, looking down at the people below. He had been wondering if they felt the same way he did. Unlike most animals, humans had remained at the top for being the most mysterious. Everybody had a story to tell, but his had only just begun.

“I’m Nemuru Yamanaka. There are things I love, and things I hate. Some people don’t cherish the life they have, but that’s what I’m here for. My goal is to gather knowledge from all around the world, and use it to promote peace to get society to stand together again as one. I consider you guys to be my first step toward achieving that. I can only hope that you will aide me in my conquest as I aide you with yours, as a team, of course,” he said, shaking the hand of his teammate, though keeping his eyes fixed upon his sensei.