Stripping the bonds of this earthly realm.

Mr. Eskaru, traipsed through the snow, which had now begun falling down. The temperature had taken a sudden dive the previous night, and the storm that was raging, had now turned into snow flurries, covering most of the continent. Mr. Eskaru had began packing up the night before. He packed the bare necessities along with his weapons, and of course some heavy clothing. He looked up into the white expanse of the sky, the snow had been falling all around him, and his parka was now covered in the ice particles. He shrugged them off, but not all went. He stepped lively through the Shanty towns, He was always wary near these places, who knew what someone might do, if they thought someone had a little money on them. He was liable to get stabbed, at the least. His Zanbato was strapped to his back forming on half of an X. His Pride however, being longer, was up higher, and being a more important, weapon was covered in Red linen, protecting the sharkskin hilt, from any form of wear. He prided himself on this piece of work. It of course formed the other half of the X. Mr. Eskaru was also carrying the other weapons, he had stashed away for a rainy day. Such as his Katana, which was strapped to his belt, and two Soldier Provision Pills. He would have those wrapped in way, and slid into the inner most pocket of his parka. He walked outside, after getting all of his things ready, and Simply looked up into the night sky, it was just transitioning to snow about the time he looked out, and he felt a sudden twinge of melancholy, or was it Nostalgia? He traipsed through town. It was still dark, so no one really knew that a ninja was leaving, there might have been a little fiasco if such a thing happened. He shrugged at that 'Not likely' he thought. The snow was just beginning to fall, and it was so lite, that he could move through it rather effectively, however as the day moved on, it became harder and harder to continue on this path. Possibly it was the Village trying to hold onto one of it's own. That was a nice sentiment in itself, he'd pick that rationalized theory over all of them. A theory in which he was an essential part to the village. Wouldn't that have been nice, if only it were true. He'd laugh at his childish behavior in retrospect, it always amused him, when he looked back on himself.

The village itself, no matter how nice it was in this special time of summer, with it snowing and such, kept it cool most of the time, but Mr. Eskaru was simply growing tired of the same old same old. He was growing tired of the daily grind. You could say he needed a vacation or something equal to that nature. 'It was a good run in the village kid.' His other said rather stoically. "Well, sometimes, you just have to see what it's like on the other side. huh?" He asked himself. That philosophical sided question put his other to a reflecting situation, because he hadn't heard him fro a while. Those questions, usually did, but Mr. E still loved the company. However strange it was. The snow was falling heavier, almost blanketing the area, Mr. Eskaru had just stepped in, he turned back around, and didn't even see his footprints anymore. "It actually seems like, I don't exist to the land of iron." He smiled at that. He got exactly what he wanted, a clean escape to nowhere. Or maybe somewhere, he just didn't know what life had entailed for him. However trivial, or however amazing, he'd follow the path he was making till his death. No more sitting and waiting for something, to happen, Mr. E was ready for action. So he continued on his way all the while, the downpour of snow, continuing to grow. It was growing to become laborious to walk through the ever growing waves of snowfall. It was just irksome. 'How could this much snow fall at one time?' He'd ask himself, when he was clear of this island.

He kept on walking through all the snow, and finally arrived at the docks. He peered around, The entire area, was blanketed in the white Ice.The water had yet to freeze that was fortunate. He began walking around, periodically stopping at a boat's skipper and asking if there was any possible way to charter a boat to the land of Fangs. Most of them simply shook their heads no, many other regrettably informed him, that they had just left the area, but one he found smiled, and said 'Of course, we're heading that way now.' Mr. Eskaru smiled, and stepped on to the boat. He sighed, as the boat shoved off. He never really liked leaving, but there was nothing for him on the land of iron anymore. He nodded off, as the sea's waves rocked the boat to and fro. It had been a while since he'd heard himself speak up, and it was growing rather bored. "Hey, You think this was a good idea?" He retorted back in cynical half knowing way. 'Is anything really a good idea. Look where everything that has happened has got us.' It was one of the deepest thing's he'd ever heard his other speak of. He hopefully thought it wouldn't be the last, that kind of introspection, was healthy for the soul. To know what one's feeling in his subconscious is always helpful. So then this is the tale of Eskaru moving on with his life. Switching out the headband of a village native. Mr. Eskaru slowly took hold of his katana and slid it from the sheath. He looked at the headband appreciatively. He moved the blade of the katana ever closer to the metal that decorated the faceplate of the headband. And placed the mark of scorn, that had always signified, and would always signify a rogue ninja. He brought the headband up to his head, and with new indignation Wrapped it around, and tied it tight. He would make a new start in the land of fangs. A better start.

--Exit to land of Fangs--