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Death exited the village and entered into the forest. It was obvious from his outfit that he had set himself on a mission. He was wearing his Anbu mask over his face and the Anbu cloak covering his body, but with the hood down. He was wearing his signature red scarf, allowing it to wave in the wind as a sign of his readiness for danger.

He looked up in the air and saw one of the larger trees of the forest. This specific tree could be seen from within the village and would most likely make a good lookout spot for the future. But at the moment, Death would use it to look in the other direction.

As the acting leader of the village, it was Death's duty to know the area surrounding their territory. Today, Death would attempt traveling north and into the vast mountain range. Once before he had tried to do this just casually. Much to Death's misfortune, he had discovered that the further north you traveled the more deadly the wildlife became. He had only gotten as far as to find a magic lake before he had to turn back.

This time around, Death had prepared himself for the inevitable battle on his journey north. The wild things would not trump him this time. He had his weapons ready, underneath his Anbu cloak. To take even more precautions, Death planned on looking before he leaps this time.

With a single jump and a three-quarter forward flip, Death landed on the side of the huge tree. He was holding himself to the tree with a classic foot technique. It was simple, but effective. He ran up the side of the tree in a flash and was at the top in no time.

He glanced behind him and saw into the village. Death could see the construction taking place and the few citizens walking about the streets. This really was a great lookout that he would have to remember. Death then looked north, towards the mountain range.

"I wonder how long the journey will take me," Death pondered to himself. "Perhaps I should have brought some food... nah, I could always eat the animals." It was a bit grotesque, but true. Death probably would have to kill a few woodland creatures for dinner, but if he didn't eat them, they might eat him.

Before Death left on his mission, he waited. Not only was he concentrating his energy, but he was allowing people to see him. Everyone that Death could see in the Village, could in return see Death. He would like them to take notice and interest. Perhaps some one would even be kind enough to approach him, he had been quite lonely lately.

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Death looked down through the branches towards Voern. From his own perspective it was a little more difficult to see but Death could make out the shape. After all, there weren't too many people in the village so it was easy enough to pick someone out.

Looking up at the sun, Death noticed that he still had a little time to spare; he was a bit ahead of schedule. He then jumped backwards from the tree and began his long plummet towards the ground. Death landed in a roll as not to break anything and he stood up now at the base of the tree.

"Hello," he greeted as he removed his mask. "What are you up to? You training?" Death wondered what kind of things this citizen could do. He should, after all, learn more about each member of his village, it's only right.

Death looked at the mask in his hand. It was a standard Anbu mask that he had barely wore but this seemed to be a good time to. "It's just in case I encounter a dangerous human along my journey. I wouldn't want him knowing who I am and allowing him to stalk me. I doubt it will happen but I should get used to wearing this thing."

Death watched Voern play with his exotic weaponry. It was very interesting to see such diversity all being used by one person. "Have you ever tried sai?" When Death had been younger and learned basic martial arts, sai was one of the weapons taught to him. Death hadn't used them in forever but he could probably still remember.

"Cool," he remarked. "I don't want them, I was just curious." Death pondered over the various other weapons he had learned. "I assume you know basic things such as the katana," he guessed. Death pulled open his cloak slightly to show the one he had strapped to his right hip.

"yes I am familier with it" Voern pulled out a katana from the bundle. It was of a high gloss finish with asian writing on it. The handle was black and gold cord wrapping. The blade had a gold inlade line under the writing. "It was made for a friend of mine,but she was killed before I was able to give it to her"

He started to giggle at their sibling rivalry. He noticed how everyone was wearing a mask so he joined the fun. Voern found a metal mask in his side bag and placed it over his face. It was a stained black skull shaped metal piece. The teeth were carved out and inlaid with small peridots.

"I am voern, yes I am a villager" Voern nodded toward her knowing that she wouldnt be able to see his smile any more.

Voern turned toward death "I would be willing to give it to you"