*Enter Title Here* [Fast Travel]

As he left Takigakure's gates, the boy swore he could hear and smell some sort of...chaos. He wasn't sure where it had originated from, but to be frank, Mugen did not truly care. The village was beautiful, that fact was undeniable. However, he was simply there for a mission. Therefore he had no right to deal with problems that he shouldn't get tangled into. And although he wasn't sure on whether or not the mission was completed, despite assuming it was, everyone else he had traveled with got up and left. So, by that logic, what reason did he have to stay there? Plus there was Kyokai, who ordered him to explore and absolutely refused to leave him be. What pleasure he got from annoying the living shit out of Mugen, no one would ever know. They most likely wouldn't want to know either. There were multiple screwed up things that floated around in the kid's head...Unfortunately, these "things" were also affecting his host, somewhat. They were subtle, but there. It would only be a matter of time by now...

Enough with the creepy foreshadowing for now. Mugen sighed as he dashed forward, soon leaping upwards and landing on a random nearby branch. From there, the youth pushed off the branch and onto another, soon going into a pattern of jumping onto every other tree branch. In his opinion, traveling this way was much faster, and more enjoyable, than on foot. It forced him to wonder why most individuals traveled by the latter. Maybe it was due to how dangerous "tree hopping" could be, for if you lost focus, you could-

CRASH!

...hit a tree and fall to the ground, just like what was currently happening to poor little Mugen. The boy hit the green surface with a large "thump", soon holding his now red nose in extreme pain. Why such events has to occur to him, and him alone, he didn't understand. He struggled to contain his groans of pain, but some of them managed to come out in squeaks. Yes, squeaks. Strange, but expected, as he was a strange person indeed. Slowly, seemingly at a slug's pace, they youth pushed himself off the ground and onto his feet. After taking a deep breath through his nostrils which made him seem very pissed off, he brushed off his hair and clothes...in that order.

Why, I have never seen anyone who could move with such grace. You seemed similar to that of a majestic duck just now.

"Shut the fuck up, Kyokai!" Mugen exclaimed, a large vein evident on his forehead, "I'm getting tired of your shit!"

...Someone get this boy some soup. His mouth is filthy.

At the comment, said boy was forced to face palm. If this continued to happen, he would be loosing braincells very, very soon. He clenched his free hand, immediately transforming it into a fist. With a few mumbles and grumbles, which he was starting to do often, Mugen continued onwards. This time, he stayed on the surface, simply moving at his top speed to reach a destination...which was anywhere really. He didn't even know where he was going. Wow. Suddenly, he came skidding to a stop and thought for several moments. The youth was pretty sure he went east after leaving Takigakure (A.K.A your right)...but, he wasn't able to recall much countries or villages past Taki. It was cases like these he wished maps were sold in stores specifically made for shinobi. The last time he went to shop for weapons, which was only once, there was nothing even close to a map.

Wing it.

Mugen blinked in confusion before raising a single brow, obviously waiting for Kyokai to elaborate.

...I said, wing it. Follow your gut. Go where the wind takes you, and do it without a single crap being given. It it not that complicated.

Go where the wind takes you...those were not only suitable words to say on his journey, but also words to possibly live by. In fact, Mugen was slightly shocked that Kyo, of all beings, was the one to utter them. After shaking his head, almost as if he was shaking away the disbelief, a chuckle began to bubble within his chest while he raced forward once more. Yeah, he was going to go wherever the wind guided him. Right now, he was being guided to keep heading in the same direction, and he wasn't going to fight against that "verdict." The wind blew in his face as a response, ruffling his clothes and forcing his snow white to flow along with it. It seemed to be happy with his decision, which urged the young genin to push himself and move faster, although he really couldn't. During the time he was traveling, the environment around him was drastically changing. It had morphed from lively jungles to that of regular trees, deep green grass, and less humid air. Now, it was closer to a normal forest-like area. One could safely say he was far from Takigakure.

However, it soon took another turn, this one for the worse. Though, that opinion was completely dependent upon the person it came from. For Mugen, a male that spend their entire life surrounded by a tundra, it was certainly for the worse. The deep green grass was decreasing in quantity, along with other signs of wildlife. Instead of humidity, the air grew dry, far too dry for comfort. Finally, temperatures slowly rose, going from moderate to almost extreme heat. It didn't take a genius to tell that the small shinobi was nearing a desert. After noticing this fact, Mugen lightly placed his palm over his nose, which had definitely healed since his fall. He couldn't have his nose bleeding, now could he? The change in temperature would no doubt cause such a thing to happen. Eventually, the heat was beginning to take its tole on Mugen. Sweat formed on his forehead and rolled down to his chin, all in an attempt to cool his body down.

Obviously, it wasn't working, for Mugen was forced to take off his black long sleeved shirt, and tie it around his head. He could recall reading stories that contained people using some sort of cloth on their head when in the desert. So, he assumed that idea would be best here. As a result, he was left in a pale blue tank top, with his purple jeans on his lower body and dark shoes on his feet. Honestly, why did he have to wear such dark clothing? It was, hopefully, common knowledge that darker colors absorbed heat. The only thing that would keep him somewhat cool is his jeans...how tragic. Rather than the nice breeze from before, rough winds blew sand at the boy, forcing him to wonder what he ever did to anger the world. And if he did do something terrible to deserve this type of treatment from nature, what he could possibly do to fix large mistake. Soon, he began to make strange faces in discomfort. Most likely from the sand that was seeping into his shoes, little by little.

Whoever could live in these conditions were either insane, or...yeah, just insane. Then again, foreigners would possibly say the same about his home, it was freezing to most after all. However, it was only natural for him to feel so upset and uncomfortable. This weather was literally opposite from what he was used to. When it seemed that the young lad would simply collapse from the heat, he saw something in the distance. That something...seemed awfully similar to a village. His sapphire orbs immediately lit up, as if the burning sun were hitting a pair of gems. Finally...

I'll be able to get out of this shitty heat!
[Exit; Instant travel to Sunagakure.]

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