Kozai had acquired some new corpses. A couple of these were some he had collected along the way, while others were more recent grabs. Either way, they were people who nobody would recognize. Four more, to be precise. The first was a rather tall, well built man, a corpse recovered from the wreck of his old village. Kozai Inserted a black receiver into his heart, closed the flesh, and moved on. The second was a more slim man, a nobody who had wanted to join the Church. While Kozai hadn't been the one to do him in, his corpse would still serve the Archive's means. He placed the receiver where it belonged, and kept going. The woman on the next table could have been someone's older sister or aunt. He'd picked up her body in Amegakure, from that small hovel of huts outside of town where he had stayed for about five months before moving on and picking up the pieces of his life. She had been someone, there, but now she had returned to the mud, and Kozai was left to use her cadaver as he pleased. He didn't miss that part of his life, despite the unusual and disturbing peace that he had found there. The last was one that he kept a face covering on. This one would be a secret, one that he would activate only in the extreme case when he could not leave the archives and in which the village required a strong hand.
[wc 250
exit
5 AP trained]