A Shadow in the Doorstep (Open)

No doubt the former Kage would have questions about where he had been, why he had left, and why he has returned. Yasaki listened to the both of them, noting down what they had to say, especially from his former assistant, Akabayashi. He previously dealt with many of them down the path throughout his reign as kage. Furthermore, now he had a call to make to either let this youthful gentleman in or somehow transfer him to a realm of unknown. He preferred if the Hyuuga clan lord was hereabouts, but recognizing he was out at the summit, this judgment alone was on him, six hogokage Yasaki.

Yasaki suddenly thought back to the time others tried to leave the village, and some succeeded. He knew down the line that many consequences cost him, especially the new genin whom his jounin got into his office. Nevertheless, the old frecked man was curious to hear from this individual, but if he was to lie, who knows what would happen. He turned his attention to the bright young future of genin, Yuuma, staring him down with a stern look. "You know it ain't polite entering my office without having a quick bath. So, after this meeting concludes, that if the outcome turns positive." He let out a smirk as he eyed his dirty clothing. For a brief moment, it had Yasaki worried. 

The kid looked awfully in bad shape, which had Yasaki questioning why he decided to leave. After this meeting would conclude, he only hoped this young genin would become a whole new, better one. "So, Fujiwara, I would like to hear your part on why you left the village and why you decided to come back now." Yasaki was curious enough to hear from him, hoping he received a satisfactory answer.

He only hoped the young man would not lie to his face, and as he made eye contact at Yumma. Now it all depended on what he needed to hear, raising his giant right hand smacking it on the table. "Tell me EVERYTHING you know—top to bottom, leave nothing behind, fail to do so. " Yasaki let out a deep sigh as he continued. "Then your time is going to end, unfortunately." He needed to try a different way to make sure the young kid would speak up, knowing that the answer would eventually come if he planted some fear.

WC:400
TWC:689

The brows of the young Genin would knit together as his gaze cast down to the floor. Despite the urge to shoot an accusatory look at the man behind him, Yuuma would suffice to open his mouth as though he would respond in some defense though no words actually came. Instead, frustration gave way to shame over his features as steeled himself. His lack of cleanliness was just one more notch on the growing list of transgressions; given that he likely wouldn't be bound in cuffs for a lack of a bath, it was a thought worth ignoring if only for the time being. Closing his mouth his eyes would return back to the man seated behind the desk, pulling his thoughts together as he began to consider where he should start. His teacher, Valen, had been labeled a traitor. It was not going to do him any favors to mention the man nor the somewhat superficial relationship they had had as student and Kage. But the man who sat before him now demanded everything. Every detail. For no lie to be spoken and no stone left unturned. The consideration didn't last much longer as the man behind the desk slammed his hand down, causing Yuuma to flinch as he was forced from his mind and back to the conversation.

Very well, then.

"As you wish, Master Yasaki." With a bow of his head, Yuuma settled in for what was certain to be a lengthy tale if no detail was to be spared. "My journey began here, in Hoshigakure, as far as most people are concerned. But I was not born here. The village in which I was born was small- a farming village on the border between countries. The village was attacked and razed by bandits, but a portion of the people was saved- myself included- by shinobi of Hoshi. After this, I came to live here and decided to dedicate myself to the art of the shinobi in honor of the people that had saved me. Not all the people of my village were so fortunate, however. Among them...my sister. Ida. I thought perhaps she might be found by the shinobi as well, and so I waited. As I waited, I honed the craft of jutsu to the best of my ability, though I have never been a perfect student." He shifted some, a slight hesitation in what came next. "I was taught in part by the former Kage Valen. A man who I thought to be honorable- who displayed for me the true power of a shinobi. Although he began my path, he was not what you might call the most attentive teacher. To be certain, he showed me a thing or two and gave me much to think about and contemplate, though ultimately the journey I took was one of my own."

The metal of his cuffs would click slightly as he brought his hands together, wrapping one hand in the other as his palm wore over his knuckles gently. "In truth, my intention had been to learn what I could as fast as I could, and the more days that passed without my sister walking through the gates, the more I felt a tug on my chest. She was my little sister. My responsibility and she was somewhere out there on her own. So..once I learned how to defend myself and how to travel safely, I took my leave with the intention of finding Ida and returning to the village- the place I had come to recognize as my new home. I never realized that my journey might be so long, nor that it would ultimately end in my failure." A frown pushed across his lips as he felt emotions begin to well in his core, though he did his best to keep them down. "I realize it may not help my case, but my only focus was only on my family, and no other calling mattered quite as much. With this in my mind and a pack on my back, I took leave of the village. My goal was clear, even if my destination was not." 

What came next would be a rather long-winded story concerning his travels. It was not a blow by blow of each day, as his memory was certainly not that good. Instead, Yuuma would give a recount of notable events in his travels. Among these included meeting a strange traveling merchant who sold masks, stopping at a village and assisting them with a wild animal issue in order to receive food, and examples of the jutsu he had learned helping him to cross rivers, valleys, and other natural obstacles that would see the normal person many days of additional travel to expedite. Yasaki might pick up on a few reoccurring thoughts during this recounting, including that Yuuma not only actively avoided conflict but seemed to take enough pause on his journey to assist those he might come across. Good-natured though he was, no tale of these distractions lasted long and he was quick to move along his way down the path. For the better part of an hour, Yuuma would recount days of long, lonely travel. Villages of various countries and his experience in them. Fights that were more often than not ran from than engaged upon. By the time Yuuma reached the end of his travels, he had finished recounting a time he had nearly starved to death in the wilderness after taking a particularly poor pathing choice through the winter months. 

Finally, he returned to the other part of the question he had been asked. Why he returned. This particular junction of the tale was marked by his expression shifting back to what it had been before as he spoke of his training and why he had undertaken the Academy. "In the end...I failed. I failed to find my sister or even anyone who had heard of her. It is difficult, searching for someone with no notable name from a village no one had ever heard of. With this failure came a realization, however. After so much time has passed since the fall of my home, it feels less and less likely that I would simply stumble upon my sister. I realized that...with how much time had passed, there are only two real possibilities. Either my sister had survived on her own and has since become someone who is tempered by survival, forged new in the fate they have been given. In this case, I fear I may not even recognize her even if I did find her. The other possibility being...she never survived that night, and I was walking the world in search of a ghost." From the tone the boy took, it was hard to discern which of these fates he might have preferred. A harsh reality in which he had found an uncomfortable peace.

"It was a truth that took me days- hell, months probably- to accept. Admittedly, there is still a part of me that struggles against it. But I could not allow myself to continue chasing-" he said, pausing as he considered the choice of words he had just been about to us. "- chasing something I may never catch. So...I returned to Hoshigakure. It welcomed me once before and has become the only place I could call home. Despite my travels I-" he cut off again as his hands moved around to his side, digging at something tucked into the back of his pack. A feat made much more difficult by the cuffs on his wrist, but when his hands returned they were holding the Hoshigakure headband. Remarkably, it was kept in good shape. No scratch or dent to be had on the plate displaying the symbol of Haven. "I kept the headband of my homeland. It..never felt quite right displaying it on myself, but I could not bring myself to get rid of it. It means more to me than almost anything else I own. A guiding star, if you will. A reminder of which way to go when there was no other path. A star to follow home." His grip would squeeze on the band slightly as he held the hand band in front of him.

"I never understood just how much trouble it would be to leave, but I would not return if I wasn't willing to abide by the rule of the land to which I wish to reside. You have heard my story- true to every last word. And I...I accept whatever judgment might fall to me." He said, swallowing hard at the thought. His mind picked out pictures of possibilities- of being allowed to return but stripped of his headband. Of being confined or perhaps forced then to work for the people he had left behind. Perhaps the Kage would not allow him to be a ninja at all and he would have to find a use for himself in the fields as he had once upon a time ago. No matter the possibility, however, Yasaki would see the bright blue eyes of the boy turn upward and plant on him solidly. The fear he had felt earlier had melted into resolve. The truth of his words was written on his face; the young boy was ready to accept the repercussions of his self submit journey to distant parts, and the failure that it had resulted in.

WC - 1566
TWC - 4591

In an anxious game of broken whispers, news of the deserter seeking pardon echoed within the Walls of Hoshigakure. A friend whispered to a friend, a watchman to another, and children to their parents. And soon the news of the shadow who had arrived on their doorstep would spread like a wildfire.

The heavy door of the office opened and a blast of crisp air from outside came through. With it, a blue-eyed woman dressed in black walked in. Her face lay exposed, shiny white teeth made their appearance as she smiled. 

“Looks like there is a party going on,” Shina said her eyes examining the room, and those within it. “Judgment, that is a wonderful idea.” The Acting Kage said taking a good look at the deserter that was five meters to her left.

"Do you hear that?"

The earth appeared to shake as the frame of the man became apparent from the shadows. The frame that exceeded the logic of what the shape of a human should be. He was covered in armor from head to toe, over them, he wore a white silk cloak, fastened at the soldier with a golden pin. A fine cloak for a monster of a man. The handle of his greatsword was poking over that very same shoulder. The blade was something most men would find themselves only able to lift with both their arms, yet this man could do it with only one and barely any effort.

The behemoth was a known figure to all those who resided within Hoshigakure for what he was capable of. The blood, the horrific scene at the City Square -- all clear in Shina’s mind eye. Did the boy in front of her, really deserved that. Possibly. Boy was one word though. The genin was at least over two years older than Ayato was, despite the Byakugan heir being ten times the shinobi.

The giant’s movement came to a halt as he took a stand on Shina’s right. Eager to hear the command to cut the boy down with his greatsword, she guessed. A nod and it would be over.

“Your side of the story was beautiful and very inspiring, I think our friend over here won't need his sword today. However, if you do manage to find your lovely sister, I want her to know of that noble sacrifice you did for her. ” Shina said to Yuuma with a faint smile that softened her words.  

“As a matter of fact, I want everyone to know...on sight.” Shina could feel her face growing dark. There was no need to wait for an answer. She executed the tiger and rat hand seals, with one hand and Yuuma Fujiwara would feel as if he was bound down by invisible chains. Losing the ability to move his entire body. But his ability to feel would be there.

The kunoichi, magicked up something from her belt. A kunai, of black and stainless steel. One-step and then another she was right in front of him. The fingers of her free hand would hold his jaw as hard as an iron trap. Her eyes watched his. Shina felt no displeasure, but something eerily similar to amusement. 

“You can say anything you want because I’ve heard it all before.” Shina would bury the pointy end of the kunai into his forehead. Deep enough to scar the tissue and scratch the bone underneath. 

Provided the kid had not escaped somehow, blood would trickle down like red vipers slithering in the sand. 

“Hold still...hold still you fuck!” Shina would say if Yuuma tried to struggle. “This is a very sensitive procedure!”

She would let go of him once it was done and cancel her paralysis technique. The kunoichi looked at her masterpiece. Yuuma’s face was a ruin of chopped flesh and blood - and a crossed-out star was now carved on his forehead. The Kunai she used to paint it, was mixed with a fuinjutsu formula, one that would make even medical techniques of the highest tier unable to remove it. 

“Was this as good for you as it was for me?” The brunette asked, panting.

WC: 688

“You really don’t know, do you?” She found herself giggling like a young girl when her mind eye of the kagura figured Yuuma's confusion to the statement to be genuine. Did Shina need to spell out everything for the boy? Some horses you have to take to the pond and they will drink the water, Yuuma seemed to be a horse that you would need to splash it on his face.

“How about a little adventure to answer your question..” The brunette said rubbing her pink lips and then stood up. Her tone made clear this was not a request.

“Go to the Narrows, the abandoned part of the city to the south.” That was where the bandit raids occurred before Hoshigakure had been established as a shinobi village. It almost felt like a lifetime ago now. Perhaps it was. “In the old clinic, there is a painting of a deer running in a forest full of green.”

Shina couldn't have been more than twelve when The Shadow Woman had shown her the painting of the forest clearing that belonged to the Nara Clan. She couldn’t have been more than twelve. Shina had asked her if she missed her home. 

“Home is not a place Shi, it’s the people.” Zia had told her. And that clinic was full of people, who had arrived there from the world’s darkest corners, seeking the help they couldn't possibly afford.

"The painting has to be blanketed with dust by now, and the safe behind it locked." The fuinjutsu expert had personally seen to that herself when she something in there.  "But I believe that no self-respected adventurer shinobi such as yourself would be troubled by something as trivial as an extra lock." She said, always smiling. But if Yuuma made poor work of his upcoming adventure perhaps he wasn't worthy of his Nara heritage after all. 

WC: 315 WC
TWC: 1640

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With a lingering expression of curiosity, Yuuma would listen to the story spun about Zia the Stitch, the clinic she used to run in the southern parts of the city, and what lay there waiting for him. Contemplations of his own relation continued to sow the fields of his thoughts as he listened and absorbed, though even by the end of it, Yuuma was still not certain where his place in all of this fit. That was, until the pieces began to align. Thinking back to his youth- and to his father Shun- he had idly been curious of the fate of his mother, though his father never wished to speak of her. In fact, in the later years of his youth, Yuuma would find Shun to become quite irritable at the mention of her. It had gotten such that Yuuma had never even learned the name of the woman, but the way this spider woman spoke of this woman and his own connection, a strange and uneasy feeling rose in his chest. It was as if something long since buried had been spotted once again, and he had to focus his mind in order to maintain his composure- to hold back the dam that was close to bursting with questions and quandaries. Surely this woman wouldn’t be so confident if she thought she was mistaken, though the young man wasn’t ready to accept that all these long lost questions suddenly had answers either. And perhaps she did not have the answers he would ask questions after given that she then situated a journey before him. A trek to the southern end of Hoshigakure to a section of the village just outside the walls. A place so close, and yet Yuuma was familiar with it in name only. “The Narrows.” He mimicked, in an effort to dedicate his new destination to memory.

The wound on his head had received it’s attention, the dribble of blood slowing to a stop. A hand would lift to touch at the work, feeling the scar tissue already beginning to recede and yet the shape was unmistakable. Even with time, this mark would not fade. “Thank you.” He spoke up to Dr. Terumi, who had gone rather silent during the whole of the exchange, though Yuuma wasn’t about to question it. His mind had drifted far, far away from the abrasive doctor and now faced fully forward to his next destination. Once more, he turned back to the woman who never offered her name and instead bowed to her. “And thank you. Not only for sparing me, but for showing me.” He said, his face having been pointed down into the boards of the floor marred by the splotches of his blood. Proper thoughts of cleaning up after himself had vanished, just like the thoughts of having a bath or settling in. He had only just arrived through the gates of Hoshi when he would be making plans to pass them once more, though this time was not in departure but in understanding.



Entering the now abandoned series of huts and homes that comprised the Narrows, Yuuma rubbed at his wrists. Since he had been released from the Kage’s office, he had been freed of his restraints and allowed back into the city. This meant taking the opportunity to wash off his face so he didn’t look like some spectre of the living dead as he stumbled through town in his dirty traveler’s attire. Granted, he had no means by which to visit a bath house just yet nor would he want to even if he had. His feet would lead him surely to that of the now desolate part of Hoshi that had suffered the same fate as his original home. Yet somehow, he felt not the forlorn of someone who pondered the terrible happenstance of a moment left in the dust by time, but instead a comforting peace fell over him like a veil. As though at one point, there resided here a great peace. A peace that was, of course, inevitably disrupted but a peace nonetheless.

His eyes wandered over the various buildings that now sat empty, doors left open or removed completely during the scuffle some time ago. A lifetime ago, as it were. Merchants stalls smashed to be indistinguishable between the bits, windows broken or simply absent, and anything that wasn’t secured and had even an iota of value was nowhere to be seen. Signs hung askew in their frames or shattered across the ground to make difficulty under the seasoned traveler’s boot as he made his way down the central street of the town. Deep blue eyes looked from here to there, his mind conjuring images of citizens and the life they led in the quiet settlement. Farmers, traders, crafters- each of them had something they had desired. Had they found it? Was it taken from them? Featureless faces passed him as he walked, shown in the work that had been put into the village before he had arrived. Before disaster had stripped away meaning and left behind nothing but empty buildings and forgotten ambitions. Shades of ideas left to wonder the ether, never to find fulfillment.

It was one of these shades that gave Yuuma pause as he stopped before a building with an open door way. In the frame, he could just barely make out a feminine figure that leaned across the threshold, arms folded as they seemed to look back at Yuuma expectantly. Blinking, Yuuma would halt his tracks to observe the fading image of the woman before his eyes picked up to observe the building as a whole. A rather narrow estate that was jammed between two others with no room between them. A sign above the door carried no words but a symbol of a bandage wrapping it’s way around a vial like the coils of a snake. Beneath the depiction were some script, though be it through time or disruption, the lettering had faded to nothing that could be readily comprehended. Yuuma didn’t need to know what the sign had once said to know that this was the place he had been looking for.

Darkening the doorstep with a long stretch of shadow, Yuuma would observe the shaded contents of the once busy medical hut. Chairs lay shattered, a table upturned, glass strewn here and there that made a soft crunch beneath his feet as he carefully picked his way through the remains of the building. Careful not to cut himself, Yuuma made his way towards the back of the narrow apothecary to a door that remained shut. A twist of the hand proved fruitful as the door swung open to display a ransacked office. Cabinets that once might have held important documents were now smashed to pieces, a desk remained intact in the center of the room though its contents and topmost occupants had long since been liberated by curious hands. In fact, the only thing that seemed to remain untouched was exactly what he had come to look for; a scroll that hung on the back of the wall, wide and covered with dust such that the depiction was difficult to make out.

A hand lifted as he approached, offering a slow, revenant sweep of the hand over the surface of the scroll. Beneath his palm, a wave of dust would fall to the ground and reveal a depiction of a large, noble stag amidst the clearing of a forest. Green forest surrounded it on all sides, and behind it shone the moon which cast a shadow of the stag’s antlers over the ground like the long nails of a wicked beast scratching at the surface of the earth. The image alone was enough to bring Yuuma still in contemplation as his mind absorbed the image, though his focus would soon return as his hand grasped the bottoms of the scroll and slowly began to roll it up in order to remove it. It was only then revealed to Yuuma as to why the scroll was still here to begin with.

Behind the scroll was indeed a safe, but more immediately was a rather well placed seal that had writing so intricate, it must have had some marvelous effect. Yet, nothing happened. Perhaps from age, or some other factor that Yuuma didn’t consider, but the seal failed to activate prompting a sigh of relief from the young shinobi who would take better care in the future before going about randomly removing art from walls, less that seal have done something truly terrible to him. Worst still, who would have ever known? Had he been struck down, it might have been weeks- if not months- before anyone had discovered his fate. Counting his lucky stars, Yuuma stashed the now rolled scroll before beginning to look over the wall safe.

Locked. Of course it was. Why wouldn’t it be? He had been told it would be, though he hadn’t been warned about the much more dangerous seal that was painted across the front of the safe. A soft sigh through his nose was exhaled as he contemplated the work that was before him. Yuuma was certainly no thief- he never had reason to pick a lock or open a safe before. He wasn’t even sure where to begin. The safe bore a combination style lock with a key bypass, though even if he had the numbers, the paint that had signified them had long since faded. It was not unreadable, but that hardly made a difference when Yuuma had no earthly idea what the combination could be. Glancing around the room, he hoped that he might spot a key or the scribbling of a letter sequence that would offer him some sort of light in the rather dark tunnel he had found himself in. There wasn’t just a lack of assistance to be found, however. There was simply nothing. No scraps of paper, no combination etched into the desk, no key tucked away in a secret compartment- nothing.

Standing before the safe, Yuuma released a sigh of frustration. “How could I come so far only to be stopped by a lock? Is this really the extent of my ability? I can't even pass something so simple?” Aggravation bubbled in his stomach as he raised a hand, gently pounding the wall besides the safe with the side of a balled fist to have it impact with a small thud against the stone wall. Stone. Yuuma’s eyes opened slightly wider as an idea struck him. The safe was mounted in the wall, and the lack of any other activity in the village gave him an idea. Spreading his fingers over the stone wall next to the safe, Yuuma began to concentrate. Chakra began to creep from his fingers as he rested them against the structure, his other hand resting on the dial to the combination lock. For a long while, Yuuma stood, allowing his chakra to mingle with the natural energy of the earth-comprised wall. It was still. Unaffected by the movement of feet or the restless actions of people going about their daily lives. Yuuma could feel his chakra spread over the surface like ice over water, soaking into the fabric of the stone.

Click. Click...click click click. His hand began to turn the dial. Vibrations sent through the safe and into the walls were minor, but his attunement to earth allowed him to pick up on these vibrations in the absence of anything else happening around him. The small clicks of the teeth grating on the tumblers continued to move until one, much more vibrant in it’s expression than the others, was felt through the hand on the wall. “One down.” He told himself, hope finding its embers in his core as he continued the process, turning the dial the other direction until he felt a similar click, and reversed once more. Slowly did his hand move, certain to count every tooth until he found what he was looking for. Normally, one would find the exercise tedious, but Yuuma had all the patience in the world for a certain revelation that was to be stored away behind this safe door. As the last tumbler slid into place, the safe cracked ajar with a soft sigh of air being taken in. Opening his eyes, Yuuma felt his heart beat in anticipation. His hand lifted from the wall, a slight tremble to it as he placed a single finger on the safe door, pushing it open to reveal it’s contents.

Scrolls. Four of them, to be exact, bunched together into the space of the safe and wrapped tightly with a cloth. Swallowing, Yuuma would reach in to retrieve the bundle of scrolls, looking over their faces and finding them oddly indistinguishable. There was writing, but it almost looked like gibberish. At least, he didn’t recognize anything. His brows furrowed as he looked over the scrolls, each of them written on a white parchment in black text, wrapped in violet-red ribbons at both ends. These, themselves, would prove a treasure to the young man, but his eyes would lift to the safe once more, spotting a single last treasure to be had.

Coiled at the back of the safe in a gold chain was a charm made of metal; a moon in eclipse. Perhaps the last thing of value in this section of the village. Lifting the chain and charm from its resting place, Yuuma would look over the jewelry with a softened expression. Thoughts swam in his head as to the significance of this piece, and that of the scrolls. Still, this is what he had been sent here to find, and find it he had. Tucking the scrolls away and pocketing the charm, Yuuma would make his way from the shop and make his return to Hoshigakure proper. There were still plenty of questions needing answers, but after nearly a year on the road, Yuuma felt closer to finding something than he ever had before.

WC - 2344
TWC - 8,938

EXIT

Claims:

Stats - 89
- +40 Cha
- +40 Vig
- +9 Spd

Claiming discovery of Nara Clan bloodline.
Damage Reduction Shield - 1750+1000 for A Rank.
Shadow Imitation - 1000 +500 for B rank.
Dokugiri - Poison Mist - 1500
Shadow Clone - 1500
Earth Flow Spears - 1000 +500 for B rank.
Rock Shelter - 1000 +500 for B rank.
188 WC going toward Earth Style Wall [188/500]

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Akabayashi would pretend that he was listening to the procession with Yasaki, but in truth he was taking in more of the enviroment. He had a sense that Yasaki wasn't big on hard punishments which he didn't dislike the man for on the contrary he admired it. There were times for violence and times for peace. Most people were suited to one or the other and the extraordinary were suited for both. He knew Yasaki was one of those extraordinary suited people and would be able to best handle the situation. Even without paying attention he could still hear the talks. Blah, blah reasons, blah-blah, boring excuse. In the doctor's mind there was little reason to reinstate the kid as a ninja let alone allow him to walk freely head held high throughout the village as if nothing wrong had been done, but Yasaki was the boss he knew what the village needed as deputy more than someone beneath him would. 

The room grew eerily quiet though after a bit of talk and Shina along with her new heavily muscled boyfriend entered the room. And this is where your luck ends. Would be thought by the Doctor as he didn't move from his spot and merely acknowledged the two with a quick nod. The behemoth took up much of the space luckily it was quite large or he would have had to leave and missed the new judge make her verdict. A few seals and Yuuma's body grew tense the paralysis technique locking up his muscles, then the sight and sounds that came with writing on flesh using a kunai a brand was carved into the former genin's forehead. To the doctor she seemed to be aroused by what she was doing with all that panting as if the actions were somehow extraneous, he would attempt to hold in his laughter at her remark of it being good for her and let out a small chuckle. Before regaining the same stoic face he always maintained, if anyone had turned to look. 

When given the signal to heal Yuuma's forehead he would not make seals and immediately recognize by the wound that with his fuinjutsu practice he was one of the few who could treat such a wound. Any medical technique used without breaking the fuinjutsu would not be successful, but he also realized that scar was not meant to disappear. Taking out some medical thread and a curved needle he would apply fuinjutsu breaking to the tool and begin sewing the wound shut. If he used medical ninjutsu no scar would remain and that wasn't what the current lady in charge had in mind. It took only a few seconds with his speed and then he moved back to his former position and returned his sewing kit to his pocket. 

After a bit of talk things seemed to come to a close. As Yuuma left he would take his leave as well, giving his fellow member of the Nova corps a quick wave and a slight bow to Shina and Yasaki. He hadn't forgetten that he wished to speak with Shina about not telling him where Miyamoto would be living, but with present company who were not involved it simply was not the correct time. He wouldn't follow the boy as he had already been handled and his hands were now clean of the whole ordeal.
WC: 566
TWC: 1902
Claiming: 1902/4000 WC toward Sage Mode and 19AP
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