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And there it was, so far away yet almost at arm’s reach—my home emerged. Through the battalion of obtrusive sands and spiraling winds coupled with the sun that summoned its innate capability to generate mirages of the most heinous sort, I had finally gazed upon my native land. And while it was only weeks since my departure, it felt more along the lines of years that separated me from the only woman my heart would ever truly worship. Like a fine glass of aged wine, this was a fantastic moment, even more augmented given my years weren’t as lively as in my youth and my life’s clock was ticking away with every passing moment.

The descent however—wasn’t as pleasant. As if my very skin was being peeled from my frame, the wind’s scrunch harmed my posture as I was forced to tighten my grasp on the clay-molded construct as the climb downwards tested every bodily muscle I had left. This experience was an event in itself and paid tribute to the vigor I still possessed, even in my time of weakness and while I felt the dire need to let go and become one with the wind itself, I couldn’t. Before I corroded, there was one final task I had left. And it centralized around the concept of empowering not only my king, but my new acquaintance—Todai, the Kazekage.

As we settled upon land—or a solid plateau amongst the sea of fifth, My eyes widened as I continued to pant heavily. The adrenaline that coursed through my veins only made this moment of happiness more taxing then previously intended. Not even ten meters in front of us did the fête become evident? Markets drafted from singular shacks and huts consumed both sides respectively. “My house and office is just inside the Bazaar,” I announced, walking weakly inward into the maze of populace and wooden constructions. Hopefully Todai would follow so we could commence his operation promptly.

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FINALLY! My blood pumped amply at the talk of my surgical skill being implicated on not just a normal a man. No that wouldn’t warrant such happiness, nor the ability to actually abandon my laziness and actually work. This future patient was something more fulfilling, and on a spectrum that vastly elevated above the common population. The Kazekage of Sunagakure—he called for my aid in such a unsystematic conduct which only spoke to a verbal dry sense of humor, but an internal fascination that not even I in my aged condition could ignore. The crusted corners of my lips peaked upwards at the verbal commission.

As his fingers fidgeted in excitement, or more so anticipation knowing that an end to his perpetual hunt for power was realized on such a day, I had to act professional, or at least as best I could. Hovering over a sea of bullion, I was the only entity who emanated waves. Not of water of the former for glass, but rather emotions. I couldn’t contain it and from this point, I’d reinstate myself back into the therapeutic practice, if only for this one operation. “Lord Kazekage--- I can do this for yo—“ My words were halted as my eyes by luck peered towards the ground below.

“We’re here!”

My right arm, despite better judgment rocketed out, an extended index finger pointing towards the ocean below and if one allowed their eyes to squint and focus in, they’d notice through the blizzard of sweltering winds and sand, a hawks eye view of a small settlement rested below. “Welcome to Ashigo” I announced in a monotone, smiling beyond belief as my home for decades emerged through the ensnare of endless gold. There and only there could I exercise without interruption? And there and only there could the Kazekage attain what he longed for. Hopefully he was aware of the pain to come on his end.

Stepping from the shadows of my own abode directly in the center of the masses, I smiled grandly. My hands once again sweeping across one another only to perform a single gesture, I was once again masked in a series of blotches which harmonized to form one single, compactly manifested cloud of white. More for theatrics then not, I simply concealed myself within the synthetic shroud for a moment or so. This would provide ample time for me to make to gauge how I would carry on with the day and complete my task in both a timely and enigmatic manner. After all I couldn?t afford to be sought out during my endeavor.

Finally emerging from the fortress of small clouds, I motioned into the open. Oddly enough no one was ever around when I reformed the Henge no jutsu. And while this was a surprise considering I ignorantly executed the technique in front of one of the busiest constructs in the village, I wouldn?t dismiss my blessing. Not today o ever for that matter and with my blonde hair falsely placed on top of my head, I motioned towards the the interior of the village to pick up my first batch of deliveries for the day. Commonplace it was to be asked to deliver goods around town, and it so happened that today?s host was known other then the famous Ichiraku Ramen?m personal favorite restaurant

After a moment or so, I came to a stop in front of the small shack and with an entry, I announced my arrival. ?I?m here t-to make deliveries as assigned by the Hokage?? I said timidly, giving off a false impression of timidity and as I was only a moment later handed the goods for trade, I soon made my way out into the village streets. If only I could eat on the job.

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Even in a land fueled by the devil’s own breath bred on a sea of solid grain, the ambition of one’s own ravenousness expanded further then the sands ever could. A world where war and peace were not one in the same, but the opposite sides of the same coin, the viciousness that only ushered in an era of tranquility was easily summoned with the sole intentions of a single man. It took only one, and only one to completely shatter the ties of happiness and the lack of bloodshed to evaporate and allow crimson to dirty the skies once more. Today—underneath the Kaze no kuni skies would Todai’s own greed fuel what most saw as an abomination.

My eyes lit with aspiration at the sights of this man whose head turned rather speedily in regards to my statement. My suspicions were confirmed and while I couldn’t initially trust this dark-haired mystery, maybe—just maybe he could be the key to my reinstatement back into the world of medicine. Yes, that was it! While not my greatest medical achievement, this could most likely rank in the tops of my career and who knows maybe my cohort here actually had something to return in compensation; wealth, fame, recognition. Something that would truly set me on a plateau of my own without competition.

However as we flew overhead, and we continued to divulge into conversation something puzzled me. A face without a name was harder to remember in my current state of ascendance in the realm of age and as such something had to be confirmed before we continued on. “I’ve preformed more taxing procedures, yes…. However what is your name young one?” I beckoned forth, allowing my area of expertise to flourish while concurrently filling my curiosity with its own cure. If this man would ever even conceive a thought of my aid, some form of trust would need to be built; this would all start with the exchange of names.

Residential District.

The first stop on my day’s escapade came as no surprise. Everything seemed comparatively intact and while my objective was to sanitize the vicinity and rid it of any residual fifth, I couldn’t help but to stop and smile. Everything was so peaceful, and with the afternoon sun looming overhead, and rather peacefully might I add, a sensation of content bliss overtook my frame. I almost forgot why I was even amongst the warren of finely decorative houses and modernization until I suddenly napped back into reality. Only remember remnants of how it was to once be a normal citizen, this guise that so effortlessly concealed my true identity allowed me to live in the past—if only for a day.

And with that, I headed onward. My back secured in the fine lime-green vest that identified me as a local volunteer while my right hand held a bag, and its counterpart a pointed stick. Rooming through the neighborhood, I simply did as I was expected to do—clean. My amethyst oculars were alert and every segment of rubbish I clasped easily. Tattered paper wrappers, news articles, and even unmentionables were discarded into my plastic prison and finally after some hours I had completed my first round—albeit the larger of the three respective areas.

With that, I emptied what I possessed and motioned to my next destination. I only stopped momentarily to gawk at the beauty which surrounded me for the time being. Tomorrow would be another day but at least today held some special importance to me.

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And there it was--the delusion of my escape finally find salvation in the real world as my body lifted ever so aggressively from the ground. Columns of spiraling gold crackling in the hurricane of wind produced from the bird?s wings as they flapped, I tightened my clasp on the creature. Knowing full well this journey would be of much obscurity, at least on my end, I prayed. A soft murmur only audible to myself under the drowning commotion of colliding pressurized air as the sallow-tinged construct of clay ascended. The break it decided to use wasn?t one that offered conformity to one who possessed bones so brittle. Nonetheless I endured.

We took off. "AHAHAHAAA!" I called out in excitement, eyes tearing as the atmosphere showed little sympathy for my all surrounding oculars. The zephyr brushing across my skin, dropping the confines of my hood from over my head, revealing my hairless scalp. True enough, this journey had proven quite revitalizing for me and I knew that in my youth, this wouldn?t have been as easily appreciated. And while we moved, faintly against the gap in space that allowed ample room for flight between the two birds, my counterpart spoke; his tone acknowledged and words processed as I now attempted to construct an apposite and concise answer.

"You see," I started my statement, only halting as I captured breath that was momentarily knocked from my chest by a strong gust that smacked against my frame. A cough ensuing which ensured my survival, though the difficulty that weighed my ability to speak. "I was searching minerals that would work fine in my remedial research." I announced, purposely giving away both my purpose and occupation. If my words didn?t go beneath deaf ears, then this man with such dull eyes should have easily understood my rationale. However would be also lock onto the validation behind my unambiguous statement?