Dead Men Tale Tales

The night had been slowly approaching since his arrival to Hoshi had he wasted no effort to complete what he had to do. It was arduous walking around in these streets the way he did, though he gave off no indication of being a ninja, the brands he called scars were lit in the eyes of whomever he passed. Riddled with questions of what happened and questions of his age, the disguised male made no attempt in answering them for the pseudo personality had only one goal in his mind and that was to meet this person, but waiting was apart of the job. Carefully he made his way through the village not to draw attention to himself and when he was only a few dozen meters from the palace thanks to his memories he looked at it in the distance," This is going to be one of those things that could go so many ways its ridiculous...Avoid the fighting if we could because this is going to be a pain if we don't," mentally whispering to the other two he simply sighed and moved to a nearby alley. The male was tired and needed a little sleep.

Only a few hours passed as the sun slowly began to set and his eyes opened as he did so, coal eyes looking into the distance of the palace and its walls as he sighed and remembered the first time here. A child with nothing to lose had his hopes crushed of meeting his sister, only for her to be alive to this day. Though with her still being a recovering vegetable pretty much he chose to keep this away from the brats until it was time to tell them...Too bad big bro never made it home to tell them. One thing about losing a sibling is that sometimes you can be the only one left, but at least they had this cousin laying around. Moving past all of the doubtful thoughts he smiled and stood from the darkness of the corner he had been in and threw on his jacket, placing the hoodie onto this head as he began to move out. One needed to be sneaky to get into a palace and if he remembered correctly he would get in the same way as the last time.

As he moved through the darkness he made note of any guards in his direct route, choosing to bypass them rather than attack because that would raise alarms and the last thing he needed was that. He took his free time getting to and fro not caring if someone had sensed him because in turn he would sense them back. One turn soon turned into two as he vaulted over the wall when no one was looking and finally there he was- The Water Gardens. As he slowly removed the hood he began to look around, coal colored eyes took in the view for the second time, not much had changed but it being quiet near nighttime was good. Slowly he strode over to the water fountain, his eyes looking in no particular direction but his senses were everywhere. Somehow he would find this person or just wait here until morning, either or really. With nothing much to do he pulled out his book once again and continued to read. Every so often he would pull out a pair of gloves and work on them with the utmost of care, a project he had been doing since a very long time ago.

With each thread he wove he went back to reading the book simply to pass the time until someone came past him and inquired why he was there and until then he worked on the last glove. Maybe in time he would be able to use them but until then he continued with haste. One thing many people may not have noticed was the spear on his back, locked within its sheathe as if he was never going to use it. A weapon for a later time demanded a simpler touch but until then he would continue to work on these gloves and read a little more to get a better grasp on the concepts of the technique written within the binds of the book. Who knows maybe he would begin to learn it in due time, but until then he will simply do what he can to past the time.

(will put on hold for later)