If someone were to say Keiatsu's mission in Stone to rally help for his cause was a complete and utter failure..they'd be spot-on. Every avenue of hope turned into a dead end. It wasn't that people in the village maliciously turned him down...it's just that they had other things to worry about than some dead country. But he wouldn't be deterred! He couldn't afford to be. He had people counting on him. He made promises. Promises he intended to keep. Still, it put quite a damper on his spirits. Which was...to say the least, extremely surprising. It was a rare sight indeed to spot the pink-haired moron without a big dumb grin plastered to his mug. He was down. If he couldn't find allies in Stone...then where? Who's to say his efforts in other countries wouldn't turn out exactly the same?
"Wipe that stupid look off your face." a gruff, angry-sounding voice commanded. From behind approached another young man, a bit older than Keiatsu. His face was fixed in its usual scowl, made even more menacing by his myriad of facial piercings. A black sleeveless vest covered his torso, with baggy white pants adorning his legs that were tucked into black combat boots. Something about him screamed "hoodlum". "...Bakagu-" A swift crack on the noggin cut Keiatsu off real quick. "I told you not to call me that." No, his real name wasn't 'Baka-something'. This was Akatsume no Gun, mercenary extraordinaire and the oaf's 'traveling companion' for the past few months. For some unknown reason he also had a stake in Keiatsu's mission. So he wasn't about to let the idiot even think about giving up! "Anyway...you got people depending on you. If this village doesn't want to help, we'll just find one who will. There's more than one country in the world." His words were a little...obtuse, but he got his point across at least. This was only one small part of a much bigger world. They'd find what they needed somewhere. And if they didn't? Well then they'd take care of the problem by themselves!...or at the very least die trying. There was bound to be some kind of ANBU or village ninja with the authority to grant them exit lurking around somewhere. So after cupping his hands around his mouth, the black-haired merc politely requested their presence..."HEY! SOMEONE GET THEIR ASS OUT HERE AND LET US LEAVE!"...what? For him that's about as polite as it gets.
[Requesting Exit w/ dNPC in tow]