Screw you guys, I'm going home! (in Cartman voice)

The trek back home was going to be long, and most likely rather unpleasant. He seemed to have overslept and missed the escort back to his home village. Luckily he didn’t seem to catch any issue at the Hoshi gates, but his luck had to end soon. He would have to travel without any of his shinobi comrades. Wandering around alone was typically dangerous, and not something that people should do. Even trained shinobi can get mugged or attacked on the roads between villages. Of course, Max was a Chuunin now, so he was slightly better prepared. Only slightly.
 
The strange terrain around Hoshi would quickly shift back to the desert that he had crossed on his way to the hidden village in the first place. That time, he had managed to encounter a sandworm. Such a sight would be happily appreciated now with so few others to keep him company. Napa was still here, but he was surprisingly quiet. In fact, he has been rather quiet for some time now. Napa hadn’t been himself ever since… the news. Why would Napa take it this hard? Napa didn’t tend to care much about many folks, so why would Senshi be any different? Max would think heavily on the subject but he only came to a single conclusion. Maybe these events were hitting Napa harder than he had been letting on. Maybe…
 
The sun was high during most of the trip, the shifting dunes of sand finding new and exciting ways to make travel in this location particularly annoying. Even when attempting to use the Surface Walking technique, the sand was being a pain as a gust of wind would buffet the boy in the face with sand particles. It really was a rather unpleasant experience. Eventually Max would decide to use Stein as a walking “wind-breaker” as to keep unneeded sand from his eyes. This went on for what felt like forever. Being unable to talk to others was really starting to wear on the boy. It had already been days without any human contact. How many more would it be? Would this trek ever end? Constant questions were filling the boys head, hope slowly slipping before he was able to see the edge of the desert sands. That small event was enough to bring back the spark of hope to the boy. Of course, that new land was a mountain range. No rest for the weary it had seemed.
 
The new landscape was a pleasant reprieve from the ever shifting, always annoying sand. He was now in the land of Earth, if his memory was not failing him now due to days of solitude. The land was… nice. Well, nice enough for a land that wasn’t Kumo. It wasn’t as lush with vegetation as some of the other lands he had traversed though. In fact, it had practically no vegetation. How were the people who lived here able to do so? The land doesn’t look like it would be able to produce a good crop at all. Of course, each land had differing ways to grow foods. It was just hard for Max to think about what these poor people must do for food in such a region. Do they have large climate controlled rooms with imported soil? Or have they developed unique Jutsu’s in order to cultivate this odd land? It was not very likely for him to find a citizen of this land to ask, so all he would be able to do is ponder the question over and over as he hiked down the mountain it took him so long to climb in the first place.
Just then a heavy gust of wind nearly blew him over and down the side of the mountain. He fell, and if he had not been a trained shinobi he would likely have died. Max channeled chakra into his feet, gripping the side of the mountainside enough to prevent certain doom. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, the young chuunin would make his way down the mountain this way. It seemed to be much faster this way, and while he wanted to conserve his chakra reserves in case of an emergency he had already had to crack into them now once. It wouldn’t kill him to finish his path down, and this would shave what would have had to have been hours off of his trip maybe even longer.
 
Max had finally made it to the bottom, his head hurting from the rapid shift in altitude. The boy would sit down and try to relieve the headache that had begun. He would pull out a small snack and begin to eat, munching on dried fruits and downing several gulps of water. In fact, Max would gulp down the whole bottle before getting up and continuing on.  Before the day would end, he would realize that his little bladder was not ready for all of that liquid it seemed, and so he would relieve himself on a nearby rock. Nobody had been around to witness it, and so the boy didn’t try to hide his actions.
 
It seemed as though Max had finally gotten to the other side of the land of Earth. How does he know that? Well, he came across another tall mountain that blocked his path home. It looks like Max was going to have his hands full trekking onward, as there was no “short” way up like there had been down on the other end.
 
Reaching the peaks, the temperature seemed to dip heavily. Max would look out into the snowy image before him. Why were all of these lands so inhospitable? Why couldn’t he come across the land of tea and candy? All these lands seemed to want the boy to have difficulty on his way back home. Well, in all honesty the boy knew that he couldn’t complain. While he had faced several natural difficulties, he hadn’t come across any REAL threats to his well being. No criminal shinobi attacked him, and so he would count it as a good trip so far.
 
The journey through the land of snow had been rather uneventful. It wasn’t long before he saw his homeland in the distance.
 
He was almost there now. Only a little ways left to go…
 
WC: 1054

(2000-1000 for speed =Instant Travel to Kumo Borders)

OoC: Don't take offense from my title. It is all for jokes. :D Love yall bunches. 

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