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The Land of Earth is one of the Five Great Shinobi Nations and contains the village of Iwagakure. The leader is called the Tsuchikage. The ninja in Iwagakure specialize in earth-based jutsu. Earths Country is filled with mostly mountainous dry ranges with only occasional patches of green forest covering small sections of it.

“It’s a larger country then frost and we won’t find them in the same way we found the frost caravan… we’ll likely need to head into town first to gather some intel about strange occurrences in the area, hopefully that will give us some clues as to where they might be and where we should look… “Hatsuma explained coolly as they were certainly within the realm of earth country by now. They have been traveling for some time and the light had faded away from the sky, they needed a place to rest for the night. “I think we should get into town and get a place to rest, it would also double as a base of operations for us to work from as we investigate the situation as well as the location of the earth country caravan. Not bothering to listen further on the matter right now she picked up the pace and headed along the now dry terrain towards the nearest village upon the main road.

Soon they entered the rather sleepy streets of a small village, the architecture was very similar to that of wind country's hidden village in that it utilized the natural sources around it to make its walls and roofs, though rather than sand in this case it was stone and dirt. It gave the village a rather primitive feeling save the fact the windows held glass and some of the buildings were brick, likely stores and such. The interiors would likely hold a much more modern décor to it than the exterior did. Pushing the building designs aside she began to seek out a place that held room and board for the evening so they could get started with a fresh head on the following day.

A large building came into view baring a sign which read ‘INN’ in bold letters, it was definitely a place they could stay since it was large it likely held many rooms within. Hatsuma entered the door to the establishment and quickly found the receptions desk to set up a room for the evening. “I would like a large room for three…” Hatsuma stated bluntly to the receptionist promptly turning about to pay her new customer the utmost attention.

“I see, it will be for the evening? Or will it be for a longer period like the other guests have been requesting…” The receptionist stated shortly, her mention of other guests a likely source of woe for her currently.

“three days will be fine…” Hatsuma responded calmly her face stoic as ever as she allowed the receptionist to rustle about for the key as well as a clipboard and waver to sign for the room. She passed it across to Hatsuma who looked it over before promptly signing it under an alias.

“That will be 300 ryo, the rates had to increase ever since that rumor of legendary weapons spiked an influx of travelers into the country… here’s your key, the room number is 33, it’s on the second floor, please try not to crowd the hallways during your stay…” the receptionist finished before returning to her prior business. Everything settled Hatsuma lead the way up to their temporary base of operations, it turned out they were lucky to get the room with all the would be treasure hunters about swarming in from far and wide just to get the chance at legendary treasure.

Stepping through the door to their rather large room she glanced around a bit before setting her things on a chair and proceeded to inspect the entire room before turning back to the two. “We can rest here and combine information we’ve gathered for now though I think I will head out and look about the town some to attempt to discern the useful information from the pointless…” Hatsuma commented calmly setting the room key on a table before heading over to a window. Before opening it she removed her coat and pulled a white tag from her shawl which shortly shot to life coating her body in a black garment which easily concealed who she was. Though all four of her arms were visible now her disguise upon arrival was that of a two armed individual.

“You two decide what you want to do for the evening, I’ll return before sunrise with hopefully a bounty of information to add to our table…” She finished before opening the window and stepping up onto the window ceil before hopping to an adjacent rooftop. From there she proceeded to sneak along to begin her information gathering task with much stealth.

Hatsuma silently crept along the rooftops coming to a rather active establishment just down the street, it was some sort of tavern; she would need to blend into the surroundings to gather information. She pulled a small vial of liquid from a belt strapped to her leg and opened it pouring the fluid onto her black jumper, shortly it shot to life spreading rapidly across her body and when it finally completed it cause her body to fade almost entirely into the background, she seemed transparent and for most people that was more than enough to hide within the shadows. Sliding down along a fine cable she made her way into an open window and crawled up the wall into the rafters. Her camouflage combined with the shadows and her still nature ensured her invisibility to the tavern’s patrons. It was loud and bustling for such a small village yet she figured it had to do with the fact someone in the country had information on legendary artifacts. Her attention was drawn to a group of what were obvious to be as shinobi, and from fire country given their headband’s symbol.

“Well Tori, this village has got to have some clues to the swords for sure! And with your bird techniques we’ll be able to search the entire area in a breeze!” The taller male fire Shinobi commented a smirk on his face as he spoke to a shorter petite framed kunoichi who’s boyish styling of hair only made her seem more like a child though it was likely she had superiority over the tall male as her sharp glance to him caused him to shut his mouth.

“Levens I already told you to keep things under wraps about our mission… who knows who might listen in on our conversation… as much as we are here to gather info, others could be doing the same thing as well you dolt!” she scolded him though her voice held much less bite then her eyes did yet the male named Levens seemed to get the picture.

Hatsuma’s attention went away from the two having gather some useful tips from them, it was clear the information about the swords could be located here yet she was looking for information that might key her in to the location of the earth caravan. Paying attention to a rather perturbed group of what was likely to be locals she listened in carefully as they spoke about some strange events.

“Iunno how much longer we can let that house stand wit it haunted an all, I’m on my last straws with this ghost house! We should smash it!” an elderly individual bellowed out in complaint. To his drinking partner who simply shook his head.

“the committee has already decided against that, you know what happens when demolition even tries to get close, the ghost sends out demons to thwart away the team and last time one of the workers even died!.” The slightly younger man explained before taking a drink from his tankard of alcohol.

At this Hatsuma slithered her way free from the tavern and aptly decided to take a peek at this so called haunted home. Making her way along the rooftops once more it was easy to spot the house that had caution tape all about it. By now the potion that caused her to blend in so well faded away and she hopped to the ground her outfit was solid black once again. Looking about she approached the building. There was certainly something inside the building that much was certain. As she stepped pass the caution tape and began her approached of the door she found herself in a plume of dust and was shortly jerked downwards. As the dust cleared she found herself seated and tied in place as some rather uniquely dressed shinobi surrounded her weapons at the ready.

“The committee is sending shinobi to destroy the house now? I didn’t think they had the money for this… Either way we cannot let you destroy the house until the spirit inside is dealt with… we’ve told them this already…” a man stated bluntly his voice gruff and irate as he spoke to Hatsuma who was still masked. She spotted the markings on the man’s exposed arms and opted to speak.

“You are with Earth’s caravan then? Perhaps I could assist you in this spirit release in return for admittance to speak with your leader?” Hatsuma stated coolly not showing any signs of pressure as usual of her attitude.

“You know of the caravan? You must be from a sister tribe then… very well I think this arrangement will do since you know why the spirit must be released before the building is destroyed… balance is everything…” the man stated as he rose a hand causing the bindings to fall away into the dirt, Hatsuma promptly got to her feet and bowed in gratitude to them allowing them to use their dust technique to transport her outside the inn she was staying.

Hatsuma arrived safely in front of the inn with the earth nomads nowhere to be seen and a new task for them to accomplish for these particular people. Hatsuma hopped up to the open window that she had exited from earlier and noticed the darkness of the room, perhaps Oasis had gone to bed? Soon her eyes adjusted and she saw the sillouette that was likely to be Oasis. “Has Itoku returned yet? I’ve gotten information on both the swords and the earth nomads, in fact I’ve been given a task by them…” She stated removing the mask from her face as she stepped down from the ceil and made her way into the center of the room.

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“I guess we’ll need to decide on whether or not we wait for him to return or simply deal with the task ourselves…”Hatsuma commented mostly to herself before giving her attention to Oasis who asked another obviously needed question. “Right… it’s a high probability that the person who has information on these swords is near this village… we also have a task to deal with a haunting in town. Completing this will let us speak with the earth caravan… it shouldn’t be very difficult to do at that…” Hatsuma explained as she made her way to a chair within the room to sit down, after all she had been running all about in this cooler than average climate and it made her a bit tired for the most part. Reaching into a pouch she pulled a small round pill from it and quickly popped it in her mouth. As the red sphere touched her tongue a wave of warmth shot forth from the spot and quickly enveloped her entire body by the time the pill dissolved completely. “I’ll leave the decision to whether we start now or not to you, it’s likely the hare has skills to track us to where we are so it won’t be like we are leaving him behind entirely…” Hatsuma explained briefly before waiting for Oasis’ opinion on the matter.

Oasis’ simple comments made the choice clear and they opted to head to the house on their own. Hatsuma lead the way her mask returned to how it was before she had entered the room. She hunkered down and practically crawled along the roof tops at a rather frightening pace and before on they had landed down in front of the haunted home once more. “Correct, we won’t be ‘beating up’ the ghost however… at least not if we can help it… we need to calm it down and find out how it can pass to the afterlife…” Hatsuma explained as she approached the door to the house, this time she was uninterrupted by the earth caravan. She placed a hand on the door as well as one on the door knob before speaking. “I’m entering your home in order to assist you in whatever way I can…” Hatsuma commented quietly to the door as if it were the spirit itself however it likely wasn’t the case. After a moment of almost ritualistic silence she pushed open the door and entered the home. It was clearly unlived for sometime the large room they were in to begin with was covered in a thick layer of dust and the vacant spider webs in the corner hinted that even the spiders had vacated the place to find better pastures. “I do not think the spirit here is naturally malicious however I’d be careful of your footing since this place is old… also don’t do anything that might make a home owner upset with you…” Hatsuma explained as she began to search about the room in hopes of finding some clue or sensation as to where and who this spirit was.

“I’ll check the upstairs you explore the rooms down here, I’d imagine there are quite a few of them judging the layout of this main hall…” Hatsuma commented looking back to Oasis for a moment before proceeding up the stairs. Once atop the steps her sight was greeted with a long hallway which branched off into six rooms three on either side of the large hallway, at the end double doors could be seen behind which Hatsuma was uncertain as to what might be behind them. Slowly she began traversing the hall making sure to reach the end before back tracking and checking the rooms. The tapestries upon the walls showed definite signs of wealth if the size of the house had not. Finally at the end of the hall she touched the handle of one of the double doors to see if there might residual energy upon it… so far no luck as to finding the source of the energy here. Doubling back she opened the first room on her right and stepped within searching around for clues or sensations.

Drake was still on the main path to Iwagakure. Or, at least he hope he was. He had looked at the map that was sitting in his pack several times since he found the main road after crossing the Rain/Earth border. So, he was pretty sure he was on the right road. After awhile, Drake decided to check ahead of him, so he looked over and saw a large slab of rock jetting out of a very large ledge. Since it took alot longer when he climbed that cliff to cross the border, Drake leaped up to the cliff side, this time landing on his feet, adding chakra to the soles of them, and starting running up the cliff-side. Once he approached the slab, Drake leaped away from the cliff, grabbing the side of the slab, then quickly pulling upwards so his feet could touch the side of the slab, then kicking himself up and over to land directly on top of the slab of rock. Once he did, Drake reached the top of the slab, and looked out ahead of him, where the main road was leading. In the distance, he saw what looked like large buildings, though from this distance they could be small mountains, as he was in the Earth Country, which was known for the many mountains it had, plus other rock formations. Drake shrugged. Even if it wasn't Iwagakure, he couldn't be too far from the Village. Drake then turned, and leapt from the slab of rock, landing his feet onto the cliff side again, and ran down it. When he almost reached the bottom, Drake kicked off of the side as he did to reach the slab before, only now he kicked off and went into a small flip so he could land upright onto the main path. After a moment when he landed, Drake felt very thirsty. So, Drake looked around, and saw a small shady spot near by. It wasn't really hidden, as anyone who was also on the main path would see him, for it seemed it was just a small path of the main road that had another slab of rock coming out of the other cliff side, as if it was meant for people walking the main road to stop and have a break. Drake walked over to the small path of shade and sat down. He then pulled out from his pack his cantine, opened it up, and drank the still cool water that was in it. 'I'll rest here for a few minutes, then make my way to Iwagakure' Drake thought while still sipping from his cantine.

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As Takera began to follow Sorain into Earth territory it felt a bit refreshing to be free of the constant rain, but the dry humid terrain wasn't really a step up in terms of conditions. It was the exact dire opposite of the previous conditions. Hoping that the village was near Takera trudged on through until they came upon a point where a natural path was visible. Takera's head rose in interest as he saw the path. Not because it was a proper path to walk on rather than hiking and climbing over tougher terrain, but simply because of what was there sitting on the path. He could see someone else on the path who sat relaxing. Perhaps it's a traveler? Or maybe... Takera thought to himself before trailing off. This person wasn't just a traveler. They bore a ninja band with the symbol of the Leaf on it. He considered whether or not he should suggest the path to the village, but after a moment he concluded it was too risky. There was no way this shinobi could already be alerted that Takera and Zeru were missing nin, but it's very possible that before showing up his village was warned of Sai and Sorain going missing nin. If he recognized Sorain's face, there could be trouble. He didn't look very strong to Takera, but he wasn't about to test if he was truely as weak as he seemed to be. He realized after the few minutes he had been evaluating the situation and watching the shinobi on the path, that Sorain proceeded ahead with Zeru and were now a bit distanced from him.

Takera gave no more attention to the shinobi in the path and moved hastily to catch up with Sorain and Zeru. Once he had caught up and matched their pace he just let his thoughts wander.




Takera had been working hard to regulate his chakra as he did anything from stand on the side of a wall, upside down from tree branches, and even attempt to run on water while holding himself up. Everything was coming together, but he wasn't entirely sure what this all had to do with what father promised to teach him. He already knew how to manipulate his chakra well enough to move on surfaces that normally couldn't be traversed so easily. He wondered if maybe it was for the sharingan, but they had already undergone the training necessary and awoken their sharingans a while back. He sat down on the bank next to the water and laid back thinking about what his father had told him.

"Your brother has begun to excell at a rate faster than your own, Takera. You're falling behind. Is there a reason why you might not being doing so well?"
"I don't know what to do anymore. Zeru has a natural affinity for coming up with things on his own."
"That may be because of his elemental affinity."
"Elemental Affinity?"
"Your brother found out on his own that he had a natural affinity for the earth element. Everyone has an elemental affinity. You just have to find yours."
"How do I find my own affinity?"
"You can start by pushing yourself to farther lengths in control of your chakra. Once you've pushed yourself hard enough to spend long durations of time running on water and holding still on a surface that gravity would normally pull you off of, come back to me and we'll work on progressing your elemental affinity."


Without another word Takera ran off to find the closest most reliable structures he could to undergo the training his father told him to commence. He spent days doing nothing but attuning himself to staying as still and quiet at possible hanging from under branches. Though there were a few mishaps where the branches weren't thick enough or were too old to hold his weight for long periods of time and they snapped, dropping him on his head. After a while he learned how to tell which branches were strong and he learned how to naturally react to unexpected incidents in the most agile of ways. Once he was confident that his chakra control in keeping still under certain conditions was perfected, he began to apply his knowledge of his prior lessons with walking on water to the river down the way from the house they all lived in. At breakfast and dinner he would eat rather quick and almost choke at times before returning to his training. When he wasn't training physically and in the art of chakra control, he would sit and concentrate reviewing everything he's done and sorting the problems out in his head.

Over the course of the next few days he would stumble much like his time with stillness, but he fell a bit harsher. It was hard to stabilize the chakra while standing on water compared to walking up a tree and clinging to the bottom of a branch. If he messed up while running on the water he was slip into the water partially and come crashing down into the thick moisture, often inhaling bits of water as he went under. Takera wasn't sure how to fix the problem. He tried to take it slow, but when he did, it felt as if his progress was nothing short of 0% towards his goals. If he couldn't push himself to learn his elemental affinity, how could he keep up with Zeru? He despised the thought of being anything less than on par with him. After changing into dry clothes, he went into town. Takera couldn't help but feel incredibly down. The manipulation of chakra to steady himself on water while trying to run as quickly as he could was stifling. He wasn't going to make progress if he didn't try as hard as possible, but when he would crash into the water and go under it was almost terrifying. He felt like he may not come back up if he were to go under again. He couldn't wear himself out like before. It could end up being very costly for him. As he walked through town seeing and greeting the market stall owners he knew and watching as new stalls were being opened by those from out of town. On the day he went out, people from other towns would arrive to sell goods and explore. It wasn't extravagent like some places, but it was a nice boost to the economy of their village. The village was near the border where travelers and merchants enter and leave, so they couldn't help but stop along the way.

As he walked he saw some who looked familiar and a few new stalls, but what caught his eye wasn't the new stalls, rather, the new person. It was an old man who had gotten the stall on the far edge of the market. He could've picked one much closer in where he'd be sure to get plenty of business, but he chose the stall farther out. In curiousity, Takera made his way down the path to the far stall and began to look around at the stuff he was unloading. There were sickles, kunai, and plenty of odd end tools for standard work in rice fields and farming areas. Takera reached down towards the Kunai to pick it up and examine it as it didn't look familiar to the farming items Zeru and himself had used, but the old man immediately, with amazing speed, snatched the stack of kunai off the stand.

"Those are not for sale, young man. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put them up there." The old man said as he stuffed them into a nearby bag out of sight.
"Do you mind if I ask what they are? I've never seen those kind of tools before." Takera asked, interested in the bladed items the merchant stored away.
"They aren't meant for farming, young man. That's all I can tell you. You seem to know atleast something about farming from the statement you just made. Is there something you're looking for?"
"Nothing in particular. I noticed your stand way out here away from the inner circle of merchants and became curious why it is you chose this stand. I figured I'd see if you had anything different from the normal stuff that comes through our village each week."
"I chose this stall because I'd like some business, but I don't want to be constantly hassled for my stuff. If fewer people come, it's easier to prevent thieves and I can relax more as I'm getting on in years. You seemed pretty down as you were headed this way. Is something bothering you?"
"... I came into town hoping to clear my head," Takera said as his head began to hang a low. "but I still haven't come up with an answer. I've been trying to walk on water. I can walk steadily, but if I run as I've been instructed, I end up losing my control, sinking, and tumbling into the water. It's terrifying. I feel like I'm going to sufficate." Takera didn't make eye contact with the man.
"You have to stretch the chakra more and keep a clear mind. The fear is what's throwing you off. You begin to move faster and the fear of messing up creeps into your head taking over and before you know it, you're concentration is broken and you're submerged in the water again" The old man pulled forth a set of head clips and pure white masks, placing them on the table next to his stall with a set of colouring tools.
"..The fear?" Takera questioned as his head raised back up.

He began to wonder why it was that this person so easily and thoroughly provided an answer to his concern. Noticing the mask he realized that this person was selling more than just tools and waited for him to setup his stall and tables entirely. After getting a chance to fully look over the contents of his stall, he stopped at the masks once more.

"I take it you colour these masks for paying customers?" Takera questioned.
"You are right, young man. The price for this particular craft is 325 ryo."
"Can you design a mask for me?" Takera inquired looking intently at the mask. "I want to make it of your own choosing for me."

Takera laid down the money for the mask on the table and and the old man stopped for a moment to ponder why this kid was so interested in a mask similar to those Tracker Ninja wore. He thought it over and after a moment he picked up the cash, stored it and told Takera to return in a few hours for the mask. He looked over the stand one last time and then made his way back towards the center of the market. A few hours later he returned to the old man's stand. The day was drawing close to it's final few hours as the sun showed signs of setting. The old man had begun to pack his stuff up as Takera came running back up to the stall. The old man was amazed to see Takera moving so fast without giving much effort. Just then as Takera was half-way to the stall, a child had run out from the alley nearby and right into Takera's path. It was almost certain Takera was going to plow right over the child and trip, but at the instant Takera saw the child, his eyes had begun forming that of a sharingan. Takera lept into the air with a short hop flipping and spiralling over the child landing into a slide 10 feet past the child without missing a beat. His margain for error was very low. What the old man saw as Takera took off like a storm and avoided the child sent chills down the old man's spine. He may have been old, but he was a shinobi of great sight and wisdom. He could see clearly in the instant that Takera's eyes had turned. Takera had landed facing the child assuring he was safe. He turned to face the old man, his sharingan now gone, but the old man had just stared. Takera became almost puzzled, but after doing what he had done, he felt rather good. He proceeded to hurry forth to the stall to collect his mask.

"Young man? Was that truely the Sharingan I saw you use?" The old man seemed rather intrigued, but in a frantic manner.
"How do you know about my sharingan?" Takera replied quietly and somewhat worried.
"Then it's true."

The old man went back to the rear of the stall and reached into the same bag he placed the kunai earlier. He pulled out small squares of what seemed like paper and came forth to Takera.

"Take this, child. Grip it firmly inbetween your index finger and thumb and try to concentrate your chakra making it flow into the paper."
"Alright." Takera took the paper from the old merchant and closed his eyes, concentrating and flowing his chakra into the paper. Suddenly the paper split down the center and then through the center once more to the 2 halves that were still in contact with his hand.
"Boy, that is simply amazing. That paper reacts to your natural affinity. I was right. You're a Wind user. Your natural affinity for wind is quite strong for your age. You should be impressed with yourself. For this, I'm going to place the mask you originally ordered me to make as an example in my stalls when I go from village to village and instead I will give you a different mask. One more befitting of yourself. This mask was once my own. A friend of mine gave me this mask on his death bed after passing his crafting skills to me."

The old man dug through his bag to reveal a head clip different than the rest. It formed a half ring around the back of the head and had two clips that came up just over the ear that clipped into each side of the mask for firmly hold it in place. He lifted the mask up to face Takera. Amazed by the mask's appearance, he could do little more than stare. It had a line running down the center of pure silky white. The left side of the mask was a silver tone that seemed to almost sparkle in sunlight, though at night, it was as dark as ever. On the right side the mask was a pitch black. The mask covered all of the face except for the eyes. The place in which the eyes were suppose to be were like a slanted box with a border of the opposite side's color around them. The eye holes were only big enough for Takera's eyes to be seen, but almost no skin. On the inside of the mask, long-ways, the mask had been engraved. "Swift as lightning and as agile as can be. The bearer of this mask possesses an amazing talent this world has yet to see." Takera rose the mask to his face after placing the band around the back of his head pushed the mask forward, clipping it into place. He took the hood of his favorite coat with blue trim and brought it up over his head. The man was almost relieved as what he saw. As if no words could describe what he felt, he took in the sight of the person before him wearing the mask and a hood concealing himself to look much different and more ominous than he had before.

Takera thanked the merchant and helped him load up the last of his goods onto a carriage. Afterwards, he saw the man off as the sun was setting and turned to head home. Certain that today had gone amazingly, he took the mask and it's headset off, hiding it in his cloak before he got home. Once home he relaxed and awaited the new day. He hid the mask and it's clip in his room in a compartment on the underside of a one-drawer bed-side table and went to sleep. The next day he arose eager and ready. After eating breakfast in a slower fashion enjoying it, he proceeded outside to the lake down the way to attempt his training once more. He reached the bed of water and stopped a step before reaching it in hesitation. He stopped to think about how he felt the day prior when he avoided the child and how amazed the merchant was. He felt an immence amount of emotion welling up inside. The man awarded him with such an amazing item for displaying such an amazing move as he did to avoid the child. How could he ever face anyone if he stopped now, when he was so close to finishing his training and moving to the next step? Takera took a deep breath and began to delve deep for the feeling that came when he had done what he had in the village. Everything welled up inside ready to burst as he concentrated his chakra. He took the first step into the water as everything burst forth from him. The flood of emotions, the feeling of not wanting to let those down who believed he was worth more than he believed, and the feeling of joy that came to him in the village the previous day. The first step felt so slow and drawn out, but in a heartbeat he was gone. He was dashing full pace through the water from one end of the lake to the other without mishap. His face full of tears, he wiped his face and turned to see his father standing in the opening on the side of the lake he originally came from. His father had watched in amazement at Takera's progress. To come so far in a day, he owed it to that merchant more than anyone. From there his father would teach him the art of Elemental affinities. Takera mastered expelling the wind at great force in only 4 days. Every night he was alone, he would take the mask out from under his desk to admire it and read the engraved words on the inside of the mask.




Takera moved forward with Sorain as he prompted them to active their sharingans. Without any hesitation, Takera's sharingan took form and enveloped his eyes. He watched as they made their way towards the village. Sorain began to cover himself up as to hide his appearance from those in the village. Takera stopped the second the vicious remark came from Sorain to remove their headbands. He immediately reached up and undid his headband, pulling it down and stuffing it into his pouch behind him, his hand feeling the mask laying within. "Huh?" Takera reached in and pulled out the mask he had hidden from his family for so long, even when it became just Zeru and Takera on their own. He placed the clip around the back of his head and rested it over his ears. From there he lifted the mask to his face and pushed it in clipping it in place. The vibe that came from viewing him while his sharingan was active and the mask was on his face was almost intense. The mask concealed his face and it was highly durable, so even if a fight broke out, the chances of it breaking were highly unlikely. Once he adjusted the mask he slid the hood over his head and walked closer to Sorain's right side looking around with his eyes, not moving his head.



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