The Amegakure Incident (Part Five)

Ouroboros feet seemed to move as fast as a certain blue hedgehog. He was escaping that glorious mayhem he had left back in the city. Which was now being flooded no doubt. He was happy to have had the chance to go on this mission with Exodus. Even if it was super ultra time consuming.It was a suspense filled mission to say the least. At least it was finally time to head home and get paid. When he had gotten rid of the traitor in his family, he did search the body for a note. The note read exactly "Ninety years of bloodshed, ninety years of warring, ninety years of government manipulation. We have hired the Seven Swordsman to rid the village of your tyranny, you and your band of thugs have bribed the officials of the village. Even Kilalala. Seeing as no one seems to want to help us for we are the under dog, we have enclosed 400 ryo in this package for the Seven Swordsman to split. This means that we are allowing most of our village funds to be used on mercenaries. You will pay for what you did to our family. The Yukazazi Clan." He would pull the note to his face after he head reached the boat, sitting on the wooden floor of it hidden completely away from the storm that was overhead. Snow, and water. Meant it was going to start hailing soon enough. That would be super annoying as hell eventually.

He read the note and it seemed to sum up why the details where not undisclosed. The village was under the control of the group which was led by Traphound. It really got him thinking. Could it be that, with all of the crap going on now, his own village might be on the verge of a revolution? Would they turn against their new masters. Only time would tell. As far as he remembered he was not being some sort of tyrannical beast. He was actually helping out the villagers. He didn't see why they would ever feel the need to turn against him. Though the possibility of it all was basically possible. It was a sad thing, if his village was as faulty as these people of Amegakure, then perhaps he would need to eradicate them before they became a serious problem. These where all just certain things he thought about however. He was a paranoid man and who could possibly blame him. He was up against a war that he had never fought before. It would be him and his Swordsman versus a threat of undead beings of unimaginable strength. The beginning of the end was starting to bee visible. It was not that depressing however. He had put the note away and looked out to the great sea. Heading home finally after all that time. It was going to be a great to return to that icy ball of boredom. Perhaps he could even go away soon.

[exit]

"Depressing, depressing, this is freaking depressing. To think we did all of that, and I am still not satisfied with the outcome. I am expecting this money to be split between us two. You can have thirty percent and I will have the remaining seventy percent. Gah. This weather will be a pain in the ass too, is it ever going to change? Its like we're still in Yukigakure, and for frick sake, I am hungry. Why don't we visit a brothel or something hm? That should be more fun than sitting in this here boat, waiting for the weather to have an attitude adjustment. Bah, I don't like it, just pay me already damn it". Exodus found himself to be a little more talkative than usual. Perhaps this is something Ouroboros would notice too? The future wasn't set in stone for the swordsmen, and there was also rumors of change. This would of course come in the future, but Exodus wasn't in the mood to wait around any longer. Their transportation had food in it, a bonus for Exodus. The man immediately began munching on the food that was present. It was a comical scene to say the least, the mask on his face opening in order to consume the food present. Not only was it fascinating to see, it was also creepy, and borderline scary should the little children see any of this. The rain village was an almost fascinating place to be. Apart from the fact that its always rainy and stupidly dim. The clouds in the heavens went dark with malice. Would the sun ever shine over this village again? Unless the swordsmen migrated to such a place, Exodus wouldn't care much for its future. It however gave him a few ideas as to what might happen in the future. "What a day, what a day. I can't believe I traveled all the way out here for this nonsense. I feel like I should be somewhere else now. Where to go, where to go hm? Damn it, I am going to bed now". These thoughts plagued the thoughts of the Shinobi, his long white hair standing out, a trait that was associated with Exodus. If only they could see his eyes now, unfortunately, the mask that he now wears was void. His eyes were now the darkness, the crimson light no longer shined for all to see. Perhaps it was for the best that his merciless eyes wasn't shown to anyone? Not exactly. However, Exodus very much like the idea of remaining a mystery to the people around him. His aura was a cold one, much like the village he was to return to. And so they left just like they had arrived. Silent and without much warning. The man had doubts that Amegakure's dictators even saw their deaths coming on such a day.


[Exit]