.Tetsu walked up the steps of the Aesculapium, kneeling down to trace the small cracks in the building's foundation, "So what's your story?" The boy asked in a raspy voice. They were down in the trenches now, about to go through hell, and the boy thought it would be quite unjust to go through the whole war without even knowing his comrade's name. He felt like he needed a big cigar to fit the tone of their passage through this grim battleground. He wanted to place the bomb right away and get it over with, but he knew that if the two soldiers began there, that that would be the last mission they could accomplish for the day. That would be fine, except the rat soldier was correct in assessing that the two of them needed to pursue one reconnaissance mission into enemy territory before the big event began. The vagabond Hashigaki would once more put his ninjutsu to the test, picking up a nearby rock, laying it on his shoulder to free up his hands, and stringing the handseals together he'd need to transform the item into a pair of scissors. He should've just brought the pair he had thrown down at the foot of the Torre Celeste, but, well, it was full of spit, after all. He needed a wig, and ushered the boy to hide very obviously in a nearby bush.
Most people, most, noticed Tetsu immediately, but they weren't the ones that mattered. "Watch this, and learn..." A pair of doctors had emerged from the building, and one of them was eyeing Tetsu with great suspicion, but the other was, as yet, unawares. The boy, with lightning precision, sailed through the air, in a perfect acrobatic backflip, blotting out the sun above the pairing as one of the girls grabbed her dear friend and pulled her in tightly to protect her. It was too late. *Snip* A locke of the girl's golden red hair fell to the earth as Tetsu finally realized his alter-ego. He now understood the forces that had put him in this place. He had come full circle, all the way to carrying the mantle of the man he had thought was his enemy, and had become... The demon barber of Kumo. "Your turn,"
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