Saemon ran to the gate, using the speed only shinobi had. He did not move at full speed however, as he wanted the boy to tail him to this place. Mouko, little priest boy. Saemon saw himself in this kid, saw the person he was before he'd lost everything. He saw what he could be if he were able to stay himself but learn the lesson's Saemon had learned the harder way. He didn't have to be ruined by them, darkened by them like he was; he could see the sky for what it was and still become a beast to defend what he could still believe in and love.
The 'gate' was nothing more than bones, up the 'throat' of the village and the monster of a man arrived first, looking for someone to let them out for the day. He did not have his passport assigned to him yet, but it was no matter, he would be let out without a hassle.. most likely.
[topic entered, waiting for Mouko and a guard]
The 'gate' was nothing more than bones, up the 'throat' of the village and the monster of a man arrived first, looking for someone to let them out for the day. He did not have his passport assigned to him yet, but it was no matter, he would be let out without a hassle.. most likely.
[topic entered, waiting for Mouko and a guard]