sick of this place.

Stepping out of the blanket of ran was something he had longed for for a while, he wanted to make sure that he'd leave and never come back to such an annoyiung place such as Amegakure. His bandaged hands would move along his pockets as he grunted. His eyes would stare forth as he would see the path to the unknown. His modus operandi wasn't really clear for leaving the place he'd call home, his patriotism towards the Mugen Ame had vanished, and he finally thought it was about time he had sought a sunny future that he had actually dreamed of.

He finally had made his decision.

Shooting through the villages borders he would continually push through with a powerful sprint and sprint through the forest quickly, he rushed and pumped his arms as well as utilized his legs in a way he had never done before. The best gamble he had taken was that no one would chase him; after all, what value was he to the village? He didn't know and no one else knew. He merely hoped no one would follow.

Four Hours Later

He would find himself out of the village and in a desolate plain. He would merely bring his hands outwards and stretch as he noticed no one had folowed him; he had finally escaped the village and was now in the land of Rains borders. He was almost away from the village completely.

Bursting forth he would then move once again after a long break, he would find himself leaving the village and towards the village hidden in the leaves. His eyes would slowly run a bit of water as he remembered his friend; Kazura. He ignored the thought for a moment to make his way towards the village hidden in the leaves. His thoughts ran wild and his mind was slowly crumbling under the pressure placed upon him. How would he put up with this? How would he even make it?

Onwards to the Land of Fire

a new home? [ escaped ]

"Where are you going?" the disgruntled voice marred in pain spoke, burying itself deep into a sense of pride and leadership. Knowing where every member of his team, previous members, and important ninja included was something that the ninja had taken up doing since his previous injuries against that of the tactical fighting duo. Bandaged hands and feet were clearly stained with dry blood, and his forehead had been replaced with a myriad of bandages that covered the entire upper crown, leaving just abit of ivory hair to protrude from its top.

A face of neutrality remained on his face, hinted with euphoric happiness, and curious as to what the Amegakure ninja was up to on this day. The rain was pouring hard over the city today, and it had been mere hours sense his encounter with the duo that were likely still in a immense battle with the best of Amegakure. Regardless, the moment he felt this presence, the presence of another ninja touching the outskirts of the town, one of importance, his mind was instantly attracfted, and he left the hospital immediately.

"What's wrong? Aren't you aware there's a fight going on right now? What are you doing here?"

Before he could be answered, the man had blown through the path forward, unaware of his presence completely or perhaps running away. Kizyora didn't exactly understand at first, and it took a few moments of pondering while his hands remained dripping with blood by his side. Not taking it into mind, he turned around and began walking away slowly from where Takeshi had boomed away from, still thinking about the rapid pace and movements of the figure.