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Hayate stroked the chin portion of his mask as he was deliberating what to do. he knew that Komen was more than the capable sort but with these new being, he didn't know what kind of trouble that foolish Hyuugacould be in. "Ehhh lets stop by love than. I have a feeling this Shinobi will be bringing Anima along soon enough where we want to go." He said with a nod as he hoped she wouldn't pass out from exhaustion or something with her lack of sleep. Hayate simply sat down on the back of Ixion as Tsuki grabbed the back of Ixion's mane ready to head forth to the next area. Hayate himself was still wondering what could be in that strange cave. he had heard from a few recon units, the ones that survived the encounter, say that it was filled with all sorts of demons and monsters. Hayate was very curious what kind of danger and state the shinobi nations were in now.

11/?

Hayate was listening and took her words of advice. He started to mold chakra to his legs. He attached himself to the back of Ixion and started to stick like glue atop it's back. He breathed a sigh of relief as he had come close to being bucked off the back of this great beast. He started to look back at his village and hoped that he would see Anima soon to be on their side. He looked toward the girl Tsuki and wondered what was going to happen later. His mind drifted to the cave and he continued to wonder what was deep inside this horrible sounding cave. He raised an eyebrow as Ixion climbed higher and higher into the sky.

12/?

A man sat under the bows of a willow tree near a quietly rushing river, he was clad completly in black and had a long dark hat obscuring his features from view. Next to him sat a bottle of Sake and several cups as if he was expecting to be joined by several others sometime in the near future. He sipped slowly from his cup before removing a Shamisen from seemingly nowhere he began to play his fingers striking the cords in a slow tune that dragged and clawed through the soul seeking the deepest and rawest of emotions from the listener. Why was this man here? Where did he learn to play that well and most importantly who was he waiting for?

The man chuckled slightly his fingers still plucking the strings of his instrument the song continuing. "No, they have all already arrived, but your welcome to join us, I even set out one empty cup just in case." Adonis motioned to the cups already lain out each with a liberal portion of sake in each a single cup was empty as if waiting for someone else to arrive. If one were to look into the reflections of the full cups they would see several figures right behind them, the ghostly appearence of several men were in the sake. The first and youngest, he couldn't have been more then 15 or 16 was skinny and had a long streak of ice blue hair streching out behind him, he wore the headband of the mist village and if the girl knew anything of her own village she would recognize the Sandaime Mizukage. The next person reflected in the clear reflection of the next sake cup was several people all with the same origin, it was like looking at a small time line, a small smiling boy with an oversized scythe over his shoulder who was right next to a teen with a swirl of sand wrapping around his body and lastly a puppet man with a vast army at his back. The third and last of the full cups contained the image of that famous tyrant Howard Shirokarasu laughing uproarously at some unheard joke still wearing the white regalia of the Fuhrer. "So are you yet another ghost of the past come to join us in this celebration of the stars?" the fingers plucked ever onward on the strings.

"Yes, I know them all, now things are finally complete. Are you up for one more adventure my friend, my enemy, my puppil, my fated companion? If I should fall I ask you of one last service, make sure my body does not fall to another, I picked rather rashly in my cure and my spirit is weary again like before I go now to my tomb my first home in the land of Mist. My worldly possesions are yours if I should fall before we reach the end, but if the otherwordly mists of heaven should come, you would do well to run." his fingers finally slowed and then stopped as his song came to it's end. He placed his instrument down and then stood his cloak made completly of voluminous shadows. "Rishix, the path is ready we will go now." the warrior of shadows who had walked at Adonis's side since he was the Mizukage came from the shadows and they both were enveloped in a huge orb of shadows transporting both Axel and Adonis to the caves where the world was slowly being torn apart.

It was exactly what he was looking for. Something that would challenge even his own valor and strength. The beast of the Lake of Ice. Something that only appeared once on a very special day. A day of numerical importance. Drago looked up to the creature and his claws shun against the day break. Drago looked up and he had so much pent up rage. So much anger just so much that he couldn't control it. He tipped his head back and
he took a more demonic look. HE acutally almost felt sorry the beast. Almost was the word. What he was going to do to it. How he was going to kill it and anyone who tried to stop him. He licked his claws slowly as he looked up at the ice beast. he let out a roar and if one looked close enough the first tail of Drago could be seen. He looked and the beast charged at him.

Drago just sat there once it was all over. He had blood sweat and tears all over his body. He just couldn't do it. HE held the monsters head in his hand. Just looking at it as he saw the monster dying over the village. Drago saw the whole battle when he looked in the beast eyes.

He climbed up the beast and cut it from the neck. Placing exploding tags in the spot were the neck chipped away and finally blowing it up. The beast had died a painful death to say the least. Drago enjoyed every minute of it. Every punch, every slash, every bite. Drago enjoyed it. THen it was over just like that. He hit the ground. Holding the head of his enemy. Drago only smiled slightly after that.

Drago looked and he tossed the head from his hand. No longer carrying about his victory. It wasn't a victory not anymore. Drago stood up and he dusted himself off. He took in a deep breathe as he put away his claws. There were no needs for that anymore. He decided to go for a walk. Around the world. He needed some answers of why. Drago felt his rage building up again.