Thunderheads rolled in the distance over the tumultuous oceans surrounding the entire island as he made his way towards the Myakashi Medical Facility designation 146, an old Myakashi facility from before the Samurai invasion. To the best of his knowledge the facility had been positioned on the side of a large mountain but as he approached the location he was met with an astounding sight. In place of a concealed entrance stood a moderate sized village, smoke coiling from multiple chimneys mingling with the ever present mists. He focused his old eyes, concentrating on the banners hanging from some of the buildings. "Myakashi Clan banners... It appears our family has been busy these past two weeks Uru..."
He stated as he scratched the top of the large creatures head, the beast purred a deep grumble in response before fading into the mists, returning to the spirit world with one final deep rumble, leaving the man alone on the mountain side.
Yong chuckled at the beasts response and sudden departure, "...pleasure chatting with you as always Urufuebi."
Cursed chakra pulsed from his multiple cursed seals, making his form shimmer into almost perfect invisibility. Utilising supernatural shinobi speed enhanced with gravitational 'jinking' Yong dashed from building to building through the small village, scanning the people going about their lives. He crouched on the roof of a larger building overlooking what must be the centre of the town, looking for a particular chakra signature amongst the small crowd. Whilst he searched the crowd something found him instead...
BITTTTCCCCCHHHH!!!! The battlecry bypassed his ears, entering his brain directly through telepathic means. The diminutive wooden marionette 'puppet' slammed harmlessly against his armour before it ricocheted back onto the roof, sliding backwards in a tumbled mess. The puppet dramatically leapt to its feet, shaking itself off with enthusiasm before realigning the tiny, single horned helmet on its small head.
The puppet leapt forward once again, telepathically screaming his battlecry once more... BITTTTCCCCCHHHH!!!
Gashadokuro waved his hand haphazardly through the air, catching the puppet limply in mid-flight, spinning slowly in place as if dangling from a string. "Hi Mikki..."
Hey Yong. Why are you invisible? Why are you on the roof? Why are you wearing that stuff? Why didn't you come home sooner?
Gashadokuro responded quickly to the puppets rapid fire questions, "For stealth. Because it's high. It's my new armour..." The last question caught him of guard, his voice catching momentarily in his throat, "I... I thought you were dead Mikki... I thought you were both dead... I'm sorry..."
A child like laugh intruded his mind, the small puppet lifting his hands above his head in mock exasperation, Thats just stupid Yong! Did you get dumb because I wasn't there to teach you smart stuff? We are both immortal, stupid! Me more than him but he is still a bit immortal, not more than me though I'm proper immortal! Can I get down now? Floating is stupid...
Gashadokuro turned his attention back to the square as the puppet clattered unceremoniously to the tiled roof. A 'click clack' sounded from behind him as the puppet clambered across the roof, up his body and onto his shoulder. The simple action bringing a strange comfort to the old shinobi, loosing himself in the forgotten familiarity of the small puppets weight on his shoulder. His reverie broke as the puppet 'spoke' once more...
What are we looking for?
"Migoya... Is he down there? I can't see his chakra..."
Mikki leaned forward, pointing with a fingerless hand to a robed young man strolling casually through the small crowd. He is right there... I thought you had bird's eyes...
He focused his gaze on the robed man, gasping internally as he realised the young man was indeed his younger brother. The years had been supernaturally kind to the albino shinobi. Gashadokuro spoke under his breath, "He looks so young..."
Yeah... He's got worms... You gonna' attack him now?
The armoured shinobi landed dramatically in the street in front of Migoya. The intruder wore a demon mask, red glowing eyes staring deeply into Migoya's. Rain started to fall onto the scene, the water running down the masked shinobi's armour. He placed his hand on the hilt of his katana, drawing the blade an inch... All very dramatic...
Then Mikki landed between them...
Migoya! Its Yong! He is trying to surprise you with a surprise attack so act surprised ok!
Gashadokuro shook his head slightly, removing his mask to reveal a grin and a wink before replacing his mask once more.
It had been forty five years since they had last crossed blades and wits. This should be good.