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Follow Me to World's End

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"Let us go."

So reserved, it was apparent that he hadn't intended for the information to be let out, because his response was rather vague. Changing topics easily, as Genma headed for his fathers gravestone. He now held high belief that he had been forgiven, anyone in his situation would have done what he was forced to do. In his eyes, it was the only reasonable way. He felt sorrow intermixed with anger, but more than anything....he felt relief.

Seeing the ivory mask fall over his kin, he found just another small piece to the puzzle. An anbu of sunagakure, no wonder he didn't fit in much—being forced into a life of secrecy it'd be hard to avoid solitude. Such isolation only brought out the spur to seek out others, and escape whatever bounded you. He could only what rank he held, significant likely. With a well versed knowledge of the terrain, Genma took lead ensuing through high planes of grass.

"If we're looking for a drug boss, theres only one place he would operate. Nearby, there's a large city, an easy place to get lost in the crowd." He chuckled, fading into a crowd was something he was all too familiar with. It was easier not to get noticed, passing day by day without the acknowledgement of others. A thicket of trees lay up ahead, little light shedding in through the canopy. A rather daunting sight, death seemed to linger, even through the beauty that surrounded it. "Stay on your toes."

Sticking to the ground, he made good progress maneuvering through swamp like terrain. He knew better than anyone to avoid the trees, for the higher you were, the more danger awaited. In most scenarios, one would think the opposite, but not this one; it'd be foolish to assume that. When he reached a clearing, he stopped, rather abruptly. Head tilting, he glanced upon his comrade to check his progress then resumed his cautious pose. It was dead silent for all but a moment, but then came a snapping like the sound of tree branches breaking under boots.

Follow Me to World's End

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'Where is he..?'

The shinobi had made his way through familiar lands with great haste, his facade shrouded in a dark veil and porcelain mask. He soon found himself in a particular meadow, hills surrounding these country side outskirts of Kaminari no Kuni. A light fog had crept in from the shore, glazing the land in a dull gray. Sitting placidly atop a large rock, his figure took the form of comfort. Arms resting on his knees, a cigarette between his lips. From each breath he exhaled, a myriad of curls branched out into the cold air.

His digits slid around the reefer, pulling it down from his face and allowing him to once more taste the rejuvenation of air. A grin fell upon him, followed shortly by a chuckle as he thought of the irony of where he was. A nuke nin rarely returned to his country, especially so soon. But Genma felt no stress, not worried that he might be noticed. It was unlikely, for he didn't stand out in the village, keen on laying low he managed to escape acknowledgement. He even managed to keep his skill level unnoticed, passing as an average shinobi in the eyes of his peers.

Regardless of what had all happened in the past, here he was now. Sitting and waiting, the arrival of his kin was imminent and Genma had described the setting to him well. There was a unique distinction of the area, stones stacked high from those who participated in meditation and felt one with nature. At a point in his life, he had been taken here by his father and taught the ways of Buddhism. He quickly found, that while useful, it was not for him. Disowned, it was difficult to feel nostalgic of such a place. Here lay his worst memories, which was exactly why he chose it.

Follow Me to World's End

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'Guess I misjudged you...'

Gathering his things, Genma fled from the scene. He had grown tired of the scenario and decided it best to move on. This character, while interesting, was not up to par with what he sought. For now, it was farewell.

Follow Me to World's End

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'Can't stop me now.'

He found himself once more along the shores of Hi no Kuni, eyes falling upon the harbor. He could see it now, the vessel which had carried him to this lands of fire. A dark cloak covered his figure, hood hiding the identity behind his porcelain mask. Boarding the small boat, he untied it from the harbor, pushing off as he bid farewell. He had to find his kin in the lands of lightning, never suspecting that he would return so soon. In the pursuit of happiness, he found safety in his new found comrade and soon they would begin to carry out goals. With high ambitions, change would come to this world, whether people liked it or not.

Like Moths to a Flame

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Silence is tacit.

When no response came other than a nod, Genma made the decision to take matters into his own hands. To show Sora his ability to handle a situation. Turning away, he scaled the side of a nearby building, reaching the crest with an eagle eye view. A clear sight of the center, which now stood void of human life. He head glanced back and forth, looking for sight of the humans. And then he found them, a single mob pushing through the main streets. They had concluded that splitting up only ended badly and now they had the advantage of great numbers.

Vaulting from the roof's edge, he made his way to a smaller building, one closer to the ground and nearer to the mob. He had to make a distraction if he wanted to efficiently engage them. Tearing a single tile from the roof, Genma threw it hard, watching as it smashed into the window pane of a nearby building. This was it, the moment he was waiting for. The mob grew frantic, splitting in every direction to locate the disturbance. Those with their backs turned, suffered the most.

Falling gracefully from above, like an autumn leaf, Genma landed behind a large group of men. Angry in body language, they carried rural weapons such as pitchforks and axes. Nothing quick enough to catch the shinobi. Moving forth, steel blades dance about missing not a single parcel. Blood looked like art upon the pavement, and assortment of blood patterns and sprays. With quick graceful movements, the shinobi aimed for vital organs and arteries, making sure to end the fight quickly. With roughly ten down, the others were sure to be returning, and once more, Genma found himself on the roof—escaping public view.

Like Moths to a Flame

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Miscalculated

Ignoring the bladed weapons had been his first mistake, assuming there was no backup plan—did he take Genma for a fool? The thin metal cable, a chain by technical terms, would wrap around him more quickly since he moved towards it. And as for predicting a shunshin, the concept was unheard of, and by the time he traced Genma's movements, the shinobi would have dispersed and reappeared a few meters to his right—as stated. To assume there were no adjustments in his plan was absurd, and precognition of a shunshin would not occur as no sign was given.

Even if he had predicted the near teleportation, a punch could not be conceived in the time it took him to shunshin, with his hands beginning to pull at the thin intertwining of metal, his blades would either be returning to him, or his foes body being pulled sideways. Regardless, he halted his actions on the request to stop. His ego would be his downfall, especially with the prowess he currently possessed. Genma had already crossed path with a few that could have decimated the two of them in instants, to talk big was to sound foolish. However, he ignored it, for youth often felt confident in their abilities. "I agree, it would be of more use to our time," he mused.

Like Moths to a Flame

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Blood rained down from the heavens.

Hearing the voice of my comrade brought him back to my senses, he capered backwards, escaping the range of weapons and following the lead of Sora. Several men grouped together in hopes of blocking him off, though using one's face as a foot mat he found his way over and past the group, using his speed to lengthen the distance. Finally catching up to his kin, he stopped looking intently upon him.

Death lingered in the air, even remnants of slain foe stained the pure white of his mask. "Seems I let my self go... he mused, laughing at the thought of it. He had really let loose of reality, savoring the emotions of battle. The surprise of enemies as they dropped in great numbers, only moments after showing such great confidence. It fluctuated intensely, but it only kept Genma going. Giving him reason to continue. He felt grateful for stumbling upon this man, and being graced with the participation in his mission. He only hoped allegiances would carry on past this day.

"What next?" would their next moves be any different than the previous?