So you wanna be special kid? ( Private, Kinominki)

He had a feeling the Tenkage did not fully trust him yet, but he supposed it was to be expected, it was from another village that was not known for its peaceful people. None the less, he had convinced the Kage to let him leave the village so that he could meet with the General of the Pyua-Hisaki, a noble organization that protected all of the ninja villages. He was going it for a couple of reasons. Mainly because he knew what it felt like to have your village ripped away from you. One moment you are living happy, the next, everyone is dead. Plus he hoped to prove to the villagers of Tengakure that he was not like everyone from the Mist, he was different, killing was not all he knew. Tengakure was his home now, and he would fight for the people that lived there, and maybe this would show his dedication to them.

The journey to the borders had not taken long, his training was paying off, he was faster than he had ever been. Still nowhere near where he wanted to be, but he felt he was a rather talented Genin. He still had a long ways to go but that was almost better in his eyes. He liked having goals, it kept his mind off of things, mostly his nightmares. Every night they tormented him, he relieved the murdering and destruction of his village over and over again. He hated sleep now, being awake he could control, he knew what was real and what wasn't. His dreams, though, were different. Chaotic, out of control, never ending.

He landed softly on the ground and he stood up, looking around, and observing the area he was in. He felt like he always had to be on his guard, he was alone out here, and if he was ambushed by any Missing Nin, he was not sure how he would get out of it. He considered himself pretty smart, and before he did anything else, he planned escape routes, noticed ways that he could have been ambushed, and formulated strategies for if he had to fight. This was his life, always ready to fight, he just wished he could be fishing.

He hoped Kinominki showed up. He had expressed interest through a messenger frog and this was the date and place they had decided on. Furozan removed the Katana from its sheath on his back and he slammed it into the ground sharp end first. It pierced the dirt and he plopped down into an indian style position and he closed his eyes. He was looking for any signs of anyone else around, and while he was not a sensor type, they taught a few lessons in the academy, enough that he could sense enough to be alerted if anyone came into his bubble, so to speak.