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As if a god-gifted entity the chiatsuki stood in silence like a statue; in fact.. if it weren't for his long and fortuitous hair he would have surely gotten away with it. In a red and gold kimono the demon awaited his opponents like a hawk watches a mouse atop the tallest tree (furthest to the left on map).

The blood-thirst lurking around my brothers words was clandestine to the civilians around us but his words I see, in clear detail, are so warped in hatred that even I sat unsure as to whether or not Ran-Chi knew what he was saying. Sure… I wanted revenge for our clansmen whose blood remained stained within every corner of the village but I did not want to kill innocent people on my ancestors’ behalf. My personality resembled non chalant only because I kept most of my feelings bottled- never have been the type to preach to anyone.. not even my own flesh and blood. He knew absolutely nothing of the vengeance I spoke of.

“The only thing I have ever seen clearly since the day I left was that there is no such thing as a shinobi alliance anymore. After I am done with this world everyone will see what true power is. But first things first- we will need a squadron.” My words like daggers cooed from a temper within me, one I had concealed fairly well in the past year. Hands like rocks to my side as I fought back the urge of the mangekyou. My eyes would bow as I thought of my mothers smile- the only remedy to my hot headed temper. I would smile as her image appeared before me before opening my eyes once more. “It is impertinent we find the location of all hidden villages..”

My right hand would calmly glide into the opening in my kimono and I would reveal a map of the shinobi world. I would then continue to unfolding and placing it between the center of us both. I had mapped the entire leaf nation before today and so there were many checkpoints I had marked around the country of fire. “Our next destination is the village of earth. Our goal is to retrieve two to three of their headbands and map the village. If there is anything you wish to add, feel free to express it now before we are there- I will not speak much after we have arrive.”

As the anchor began to be pulled in by the ships sailors I could feel the boat slowly begin to fall into the hands of its watery canvass. The rocking back and forth did not disturb me as much as hearing the words momo-san echo from my right. I immediately knew who it was but tried to conceal my own anxiousness with a scowl of dejection. His footsteps at first were faint but would continue to grow louder as he neared my position atop the peak of the ship.

“Nice to see you again bro..”

I couldn’t help but crack a smile as I turned to greet him. The thing about me and him was that we never showed our affection aside from facial expressions, so a hug or even a handshake was out of the question.. but I knew just as much as he that we both wanted to. I had been gone for over a year- mapping out the forests of hi no kuni in case I was to ever return. My right hand would slowly push into my bangs- whipping it toward my shoulders before responding to him.

“I missed you brother..” I’d say with weary eyes. He resembled our mother more than ever.. and I was nothing but a clone of my fathers’ portrait. Ran-Chi definitely had the better looks, the girls laughing behind him made me realize that almost immediately. Even after a year apart from one another, however, we still managed to dress in exact symmetry. Our torso’s are mounted with long john sleeves which connect all the way to our ankles.

I had chosen to wear straw-woven sandals and a black cotton kimono while my brother professed his own as well, the symbol of our clan stitched along its back. “I have not seen your eyes in a very long time brother… they look more mature than ever now.. how did you manage such a feat without me?” I’d say in a joking manner, hoping to get him to tell me how he had obtained the third stage so swiftly. It had taken me almost my entire lifetime to acquire the third stage.. and he had procured it within a year of my own absence.