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Takera wasn't use to extensive use of his sharingan, so if he weren't careful or got in a fight and exerted himself further, it might not bode well for him. As Takera surveyed the stands, streets crowded with people, and the general area, he noticed things he normally wouldn't. With the Sharingan he could see the enemies chakra. Takera could tell as he walked with Sorain and Zeru down the crowded streets that more was going on than what could simply be viewed by a normal person. Takera's eyes let him see people paying others under the table, pickpocketing others, and transactions between customers and merchants from a decent distance away. He could tell when peoples' chakras were active and when they weren't active. Not long after he realized that he could tell what people were saying, even through thick accents. The sharingan had far more practical uses than he originally thought. They all reached a 4 way split in the road going to different parts of the village. Takera turned to face Sorain as he heard his comment about who was allowed to kill them. He laughed lightly under his mask and hugged Zeru, then without realizing it, Sorain and then he hurried down the left path mixing into the crowd and searching through it for suspicious actions, words via lip-reading and whatever else he could depict from the crowd with his sharingan.

Did I just...? Takera walked down the street examining each person's lips who talked and keeping clear of those in the crowd who's chakras were more active. Reading the chakra he could tell what kind of mood they might be in. Predicting it'd be more likely for certain people in the crowd to start fights or interrupt his search was a very useful tactic. Through all his efforts as he walked down the street in the crowd of people, he couldn't pick up hide nor hair of anything that would lead him to the informant or swords. He knew it wasn't going to be that easy, but he had hoped. After working for a while he slowed his pace and ducked back behind a building. His sharingan had faded out at that instance and he had begun breathing heavily. After the nearly endless restless searching for Sai and Sorain and then getting destroyed in the battle, Takera had been pretty tired out as it stood, but not long after the loss his body was controlled and made to keep pushing forward regardless of the built up fatigue and strain his body had undergone he was still going strong till now. The healing that Zeru had done for Takera was refreshing but non-stop travel is taxing under wounds and such. After a second he caught his breath and mustered the strength to bring forth his sharingan once more. After doing so he moved out from the alley back into the crowd.

As he shuffled through the crowd and continued looking for signs of information about the informant his stomach began to growl obnoxiously. Takera began to wonder how long it would be till he could sit down for a while to rest and get a good meal. Just as the thought surfaced he fealt a presence really close. He whipped around in an instant, but subtle enough that it didn't attact anyone's attention. In the process he reached out and grabbed a kid that looked a few years younger than himself by the wrist pulling his arm out and up level with his chest, pulling him forward, then pushing his wrist forward. The force of his weight coming forward into the opposing force on his wrist caused pain to rush through his wrist. As the kids mouth opened to let out a noise signifying pain, he covered his mouth with his remaining hand and silenced him. "I don't care who you are or what you're trying to do. Leave before I'm forced to do worse." Takera spoke in a menacing whisper to the kid. The kid had listened to his words while focusing on his wrist and Takera slowly let go of the boy's arm and mouth. The child looked up to see Takera's face only to see the mask and the shadowy sharingan eyes through the mask. The kid paniced in fear and scrambled, stumbling and running away from him in fear. Takera immediately moved agily through the crowd blending back in until he saw a row of stands and at the end an actual old style ramen shop with cloth coving the entrance and only a counter with 6 seats to sit at. Takera's mind immediately shifted back to food. Without missing a beat he hurried over to the ramen stand, but about 5 feet away, the leaf shinobi he saw earlier on the path emerged from the ramen shop and stood outside waiting. Takera slowed his pace immediately and passed him by with his head hung a bit low. He moved to look inside the ramen shop. He could hear some words from the back, but no one was being serviced. In Takera's disappointment he wondered if maybe they were just fixing a problem or planning for something and would re-open soon. He'd only ever saw a ramen shop like this one once back in Mist and it wasn't around very long before the owner moved to a new proffession. He was almost at the point of drooling. He could just imagine the ramen being served to him once they started servicing customers. Takera ducked back out of the shop and stood infront of it waiting close to the hidden leaf shinobi.

Takera turned to look around at the crowd and see if he could get anything out of it while he was waiting for the service to start again. He knew they weren't done cause the smell was abundant and the station inside was recently used. As he turned he found himself looking at the leaf shinobi next to him. Under his mask, his jaw nearly dropped and his eyebrow twitched. How could I forget that he was here? Crap. My need for a warm meal and some rest has gotten the better of me. Takera immediately looked back into the crowd infront of him as the leaf shinobi turned back in his direction. He kept a careful eye on the person. He knew that this person didn't know what he looked like, so removing his mask wouldn't do him any real justice now. Though Takera wasn't about to let this guy just unmask him if he tried either. The plus for Takera now was that he knew this shinobi's face and what village he was from. At this point he was willing to sit down for ramen even with this guy near by. He needed the food and short rest or he'd fall apart. With that he continued to watch the shinobi, but he scanned the crowd as well. Suddenly the owner could be heard firing up the equipment again. A voice called out saying "Come and get it. We're back up for business." Takera went back inside parting the cloth as he walked in and sat down at the counter. He was almost drooling as he looked over the menu on the wall behind the owner above the cooking equipment. He quickly ordered a bowl of beef and vegetable ramen.




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Sorain shrugged Takera off the moment contact between them was made. What the hell was that all about anyway? What about their circumstances event gave the slightest hint that such a gesture would be acceptable? Sorain shook his head to clear himself of the thought of having to further travel with these weaklings. Turning his back to them once more he proceeded into the village main streets, placing a decent amount of distance between himself and his captives. He wanted to remain out of their general vision while still remaining close enough to regain control over them should the need show itself.

Sorain had not been entirely honest with them, while it was true that he had very limited information as to the location of the man that they were looking for, he did know more than he let on. In fact, he knew exactly where the cave was located, the only issue now was simply locating the man inside and convincing him to hand out the information to a stranger. Something that he was not entirely worried about, worst case situation he would attempt to layer on a thick enough Genjutsu to at least find a general direction, that much should be well whiten his abilities.


Turning his attention forward, Sorain proceeded in a direct bee line through the streets until he eventually reached a red wooden gate that circled a large banister. Sorain deactivated his Sharingan and closed his eyes, hoping that his enhanced senses would carry him away and verify rather or not anyone was currently residing in the cave just beyond this fence. As Sorain listened he caught signs of everything around him, the children playing, the store workers sweeping the ruble from their door steps, the many sources of running water than trickled down from the highest points of the surrounding mountains. But, to his dismay, he was unable to pickup anything from inside the cave. The interior was simply too hollow for him to pick up on any sort of sounds that could give him an accurate mapping. It was almost like looking into a well that was constantly rippling over its surface.

Sorain decided to throw caution to the wind so to speak, and simply go out on his gut instinct that this was the right place. From what he could tell, this was the only cave that had any sort of markings what so ever, not to mention the fact that it was covered with a wooden fence, there must be something inside worth protecting. Sorain tilted his head down to remain inconspicuous as well as to listen out for anyone who might happen be to be strolling by. As soon as he was sure that no one would notice him, Sorain quickly twisted his legs over the fence and sprinted for the entrance of the cave to avoid being spotted. Tucking into a roll, Sorain managed to slide himself into the darkness of the cave without anyone being tipped off to his actions. Inside the cave, there was nothing but total blackness, something that did not offput Sorain in the slightest. Being a man whom had lived his entire life in utter blackness, not knowing even the slightest rays of light, feels most at home when there was none to be found for anyone else.

Pushing himself forward, Sorain wandered the cave for what felt like hours, searching and searching through what had to be dozens of randomly twisting tubes, forcing him to more than one dead in and an amazingly large number of forked roads. Sorain groaned in protest as his frustration began to build even further in his chest, exactly how far would he have to go before he found something of note? It almost felt as though this entire cave was setup specifically to discourage anyone from attempting to navigate it, which could only lead him to the conclusion that what he sought after with such passion was in fact here. That thought alone, caused him to press forward, deeper into the Labyrinth that was the inside of this cave until he eventually cave across the slightest trace of success. A sound, a simple utterance that only lasted for a split moment, but it was all Sorain needed to reassure him that he was on the verge of discovering what he was looking for. As Sorain rounded the last corner he found himself stepping out into a wide opening, the air had seemed lighter, and the constantly ecchoing of the walls seemed to still themselves. This inner cave was similar to the one that he and his brother had found back in the Frost Country. After taking a few more steps, Sorain felt a wet sensation over his ankle, "Water?" He questioned. How could their be water here without him smelling it, or at least hearing some form of its running. Taking another step, Sorain allowed chakra to pour into his feet, keeping him level over the water. The water stretched on for a few yards before breaking way to more hard rocky surfacing.

"You have come seeking knowledge yes?" a voice echoed from directly in front of him. Because of the hollowed out walls, the sound bounced in every direction, making it impossible for Sorain to determine the mans exact location. Sorain responded with as much force as he could muster, "Yes!" The man tilted his head back as if to laugh, but nothing came from his mouth except the last thing that Sorain wanted to hear, "Then you shall be greatly disappointed. Do you really think that you are the first to have located me? Hah! Better men than you have tried, and better men than you have failed to be judged worthy of my secerate."


Sorain stepped forward and forced himself into a kneel, allowing his forehead to fall against the ground, "Please... I come seeking knowledge so that I may return what was stolen from my Country. I have traveled from Kirigakure to bring back the swords on behalf of the Mizukage. The Swords belong on our shores, I wish nothing but to see them returned." He said placidly. Just from the sound of the old mans voice, he could already tell that forcing the information out of him was going to be next to impossible. Especially considering Sorain was not one hundred percent sure as to how he was going to make it out, it was a maze getting in, and it would be a maze to escape.

The old man scoffed at him, "And what makes you think that Kirigakure deserves the swords? If they were worthy of possessing the legendary swords, they would have not lost them in the first place." Sorains remained silent while he contemplated what to say. He had heard the stories that the village had spun about the loss of the swords many times, but he was unsure if they were in fact true. "Please, tell me what happened. So that I may return to my country with at least the knowledge of why my mission was failed. I traveled a great distance, and fought many battles to locate you."

The man rubbed his beard for a moment before closing his eyes and nodding, "Very well" The man began to tell the story of how the world had seen fit to wage war with each other. Constant battles waged, scaring the land with the wounds of battle, tainting the air with the evaporated blood of many fallen soldiers, most just reaching the thresholds of life. When times seemed to be at their worst, the Legendary Swords were created by one of Kirigakures most powerful Sages. Each sword possessed a part of his spirit, split seven ways to forge some of the worlds most powerful weapons. These swords where then given to an elite core of Mist Shinobi that would soon be known as the Legendary Mist Swordsmen. The carnage that ensued from this group, as Kirigakure struck a deadly blow against the other waring nations instantly making the Mist Village one of the most deadly countries in the world. All through the village the gore and misery that the Swordsmen brought to the world was glorified as a savoir and eventually began to influence everyone from that land. Cruelty was becoming the standard, academy students were placed against each other in life or death combats. It was during this time that the heads of Kirigakure began to see their country for what it really was. In a desperate act to save the souls of their nation, Kirigakure asked for help of he other Countries. They sent their demon team directly into the pits of hell, an ambush, consisting of some of the most notable Shinobi in the world. The entire team was killed in one final strike. There god like swords were collected and scattered across the world, never to be seen again. Now, only the few selected Shinobi whom were tasked with hiding the swords knew of their location, and out of those few only three were still yet living.


Sorain was not shocked at all by the story, he had always suspected that the tales that he was told back in his home country where nothing but lies, something that he had come to expect from his 'home' "Thank you, I know now what I must do" He said as he stood and turned his back on the old man whom responded, "Yes, go back to your village and tell them that the locations of the swords shall die with me and my brothers" Sorain turned his head to the side, a shimmer of red escaped the shade of his hood, "No..I have all the information I need. At first I was unsure of rather or not I would be able to pull it off. You made very sure to block out the location of the Swords in your mind with some sort of jutsu.. However, I dont need to know where it is, I simply need to know where its not." He said with a crooked grin, "I know its not to the North, because I can clearly see your from somewhere in the northern part of the world. I know that its not south, because that area is off limits to Shinobi as it is currently under the rule of the Samurai. It cant be west, because you remember spending a time in Tea Country, helping with the sickness that fell the lands. Buuut, when I look towards the east, I see nothing but darkness. As if the memory of that entire area of the world had been stripped... I wonder why?" he said sarcastically.

Takera recieved his ramen shortly after ordering. He looked over in the direction of the Leaf Shinobi and realized that he was staring in his direction rather intently. A sweatdrop slowly slid down the back of his head. He could feel the eyes on him and it began ever more apparent as the Leaf Shinobi and himself were deadlocked in a cold stare with each other. The Leaf Shinobi almost seemed nervous by the looks of it and his chakra was giving stronger subtle hints the longer they stared at each other. Just as the tension was about to reach it's peak the ramen shop owner placed a bowl infront of Takera and then another in front of the Leaf Shinobi. Takera's mind immediately returned to food and he became enraptured with the smell of the food. "Simply amazing. Thank you." Takera said to the owner as he split a pair of chopsticks and dunked them into the broth pulling up a nice bundle of noodles. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells. I feel like I haven't eaten anything in ages." Takera said with somewhat of a pleased tone. Just then as he raised the chopsticks a bit, he froze in place. His mask was in the way. In order to eat the ramen he'd have to remove it and show his face. Takera thought about it for a long moment looking over at the shinobi across from him. After taking a long breath he raised his free hand from the side of the bowl up to his mask and slowly unclipped the mask removing it. As he removed it, his hair covered over his face as he hung his head. His hair hung in the way fortunately for him, but in realization there really weren't others wearing what he wore, so even without the mask, he'd be recognized down the road. His hair was impossible to forget. It was rather strange to see a Uchiha with white hair. His sharingan receeded. He blew on the ramen noodles and began to eat. After finishing 2 large bowls of ramen he swung his head back, his face was now revealed as his hair swayed back into place.

Takera hadn't enjoyed a meal like that in his entire life. Nothing was more satisfying than his meal at this point. Feeling refreshed he wiped his mouth with a napkin and re-clipped the mask back on. He leaned down to grab his bag and rose from his seat. After placing the ryo on the counter, he walked over slowly to the Leaf Shinobi. Takera placed a hand lightly on his shoulder. "You may now know my face, but I wouldn't try anything. You can't win in your current state." Takera's Sharingan formed once more taking in the last sight of the Shinobi he'd have for some time. He noticed that there was a flow of chakra strongly in one of his eyes. He wondered if there were something more to it, but he turned and walked away letting the thought fade away.

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The old man just stared at Takera for a while as if trying to gauge him. Takera stood confident. He was intent on atleast getting some kind of details to where atleast one of the swords currently resides. The old man didn't say anything for some time. Eventually he just sighed and walked back towards the end of the stand. He grabbed some crates and bags and begun to slowly take things off the shelves. Takera felt as though he had been denied. The old man probably had his reasons, but such power shouldn't be wasted if the user uses it responsibly. Takera leapt over the counter and walked up to the shelves around the old man. He began to take things down and stack them neatly into the crates. The old man looked over at Takera. "Why do you want one of the swords? Only misery will come of it if anyone manages to get them. What makes you think the result won't be the same?" The old man said with an accusative tone towards Takera. Takera just continued to pull masks, cloth, and other goods off the shelves and placing them inside the crates, bags, and etc. Takera wasn't sure how to respond to the questions at first, but he mustered a response after a while. As he began to lift crates into the old man's cart, he began to speak his mind. "The power only brought misery when abused. 7 incredible ninja got together under one country's control and were used to cause the misery. What results from the use of such power is solely responsible on the decisions of the one(s) using it. Hiding a sword won't ensure anything. If it's found and there's no one to guard it then it won't make a difference either way. " Takera heaved a crate up onto the wagon and pulled the tarp over all of his goods tying them down. "If they're that much of a threat, simply keeping their location secret won't be enough. I've read about Ninja who can read your mind without you even knowing it. If your only defense is no one else knowing the location, it won't end well. That's all I have to say." Takera rested against the side of the merchant's cart and watched as the old man looked over the stand one last time.

Takera reached into his bag and pulled out the kunai with the crack in it from earlier in front of the ramen shop. Looking it over he turned it in his hand examing it completely. "This is rather ominous." He muttered to himself. The old man turned hearing Takera's words and noticed the kunai. He walked up to Takera and took the kunai. After examining it he re-adjusted his glasses. "Mind if I hold onto this?" He asked as he held the kunai up. Takera nodded and the old man proceeded to place it among his stuff. After rummaging through a bag, he pulled out a kunai and handed it to Takera. "Take this in it's place." The old man said. Takera reached out and took the kunai, slipping it into his bag. Takera stopped leaning on the cart and stepped away from it as the old man climbed into the cart and got ready to leave. Takera looked down the road where the old man was headed thinking about whether they'd meet again. The old man looked back at Takera then down at the horse infront of his cart and thought some things through. He turned himself to face Takera. "What you're looking for might be in the east. Somewhere in the snow country. I can't tell you anything else. Just make sure that if you find what it is you're looking for, that you make the right decisions. Don't take this lightly. You aren't the only one looking for the swords and some won't have problems assaulting you if it means they have a chance of acquiring a legendary sword. Remember that well, young man." The old man said. He looked away from Takera and positioned himself forward once more. After a moment of silence the horse pulled the cart and shortly after he was down the road off to his next destination. Takera thought about it for a while and looked down over the stand one last time. "Thanks, old man." He uttered as he walked past the stand running his hand across the top of the counter. He walked off back towards the center of the town from there and proceeded to look for Zeru and Sorain.

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Zeru sighed as he thought about the offer then nodded the man told him that he simply needed Zeru to run and errand, to the other side of town, Zeru nodded and took the package and then made his way down and alley and leaped up onto the roof of the building. Then he began to run as quickly as he could through the village, he quickly leaped from roof to roof, making his way as quickly as he could as he looked at the package it appeared to be a pie, Zeru wondered why someone would need a pie delivered for this kind of information but he didn’t have time to question it he was sure if he didn’t come back with something Sorain would break on of his legs, and that was if he was in a good mood. Zeru moved quickly finally reaching the pie shop. When he walked up the man said he had no knowledge of the pie, Zeru opened the package to inspect the pie as he did he saw a string tied to the lid but noticing it to late the pie exploded and flew all over his face. Zeru scowled as the pie man laughed at him Zeru glared at the man, and then made two hand seals and the earth itself came up from the ground and grabbed him around the neck and yanked him into the ground so only his head was sticking out.

Zeru was not amused by this little prank that they seemed to think was so funny. He began to make his way back he was walking through the street this time he still had pieces of pie on him. No one in the street laughed at him though because as he stomped his way back the earth cracked a little under his feet, this was the worst town to mess with Zeru in, this was his element the thing on this earth he understood best was the earth itself, it’s needs how it gave and took everything the flow of it. Zeru made a fist as he walked and then knelt down and scooped up the ground it felt soft and malleable. Which made Zeru smile it meant that these buildings where all built out of the same rock, easy to mold and it held form once heated up. Zeru had a plan he slowly made his way back to the shop the men had been sitting at but Zeru didn’t enter instead he climbed onto the roof of a different building and inspected the first one, once he saw the layout he leaped down into an ally, and walked over the men saw him and began to laugh. Zeru looked disgusted and throw a Kunai at the leader once he stood Zeru smirked. He quickly formed had seals and the ground below the men became like a thick glue and stuck their feet to the ground. ”I’m not in the mood for game nor am I a person to be messed with.” Zeru said in a dark tone, but the lead Shinobi slammed his fist into the slop and it quickly hardened and all them men broke their feet free. Zeru did not panic though he quickly made hand seals, and then sucked in a great amount of air and grinned as he put his index finger and thumb up to his mouth he saw in their eyes that the lead shinobi and one of his followers’ knew what he was doing but the other had no clue as Zeru exhaled the two dodged but the others only saw as a massive amount of fire flew from Zeru’s lips and began to melt the structure around them incasing them in the goop of the what was left of the building.

Zeru’s eyes followed the other two they stared at him finally noticing the red eyes with black swirls in them one man screamed out that Zeru was an Uchiha, and people began to look at him he clinched his teeth, and began to make hand seals again But the lead shinobi made hand seals as well and then stuck his fist into the ground and yanked up a giant stalagmite sword. Zeru smirked but then he noticed the second Shinobi was gone from his sight. Zeru quickly looked around and then realized the man was below him as he felt the ground rumble and the shinobi reached for him from below Zeru leaped and hovered there then he formed the final seal and the man was lifted out of the ground by huge roots that turned towards the lead shinobi and fired out huge thorns which he simply batted away using his sword, but Zeru watched his motions. And grinned seeing how he handled the sword more like a club than an actual sword and Zeru turned and fired himself towards the ground in front of the man forming hand seals the entire time, when he finished he saw the lead Shinobi looked up at him and began to swing his sword but Zeru dodged and dove into the ground below him like it was water he had changed the chemical make up of the ground make it smooth like a fine mud, Zeru came up behind him and with him brought up a similar sword. Zeru smirked as he spun and brought the sword straight into the lead shin obi’s back causing him to cry in pain as he did, Zeru sucked in air and exhaled another fire ball into the second man still caught in the vines which burst into the flame with the man still caught in them.

Zeru grinned as he took the lead Shinobi’s sword as well and used it to nail the lead shinobi to the ground, and then used his own copied sword, to make sure he stayed nailed down. Zeru then walked forward and leaned in really close to the man grinning the entire time. “Look I have had a really long week and as you can see I’m not in a good mood so if you will kindly point me on my way I will leave you this way right here and not barbecue you.” Zeru said as the man nodded and then pointed him in the direction he needed to go Zeru then made his way back towards the opening into town looking for Sorain and Takera so they could continue their quest.

As Takera made his way into the more-so central part of the village he watched as the light in the sky grew dim and the streets became clear. A father and his child walked into a house to his left and a happy couple laughed as they walked into an inn a little ways down. The village seemed.. peaceful at a general view, but more was going on than just what was on the surface. Takera reached the area in which Sorain, Zeru and himself had parted ways previously. He saw Zeru walking up from the opposite direction. Takera let out a long sigh of relief. He was, infact, very delighted to see that he was okay. After the ominous cracking of his shuriken earlier, he wasn't sure what to make of it and not being near Sorain or Zeru he worried if maybe something had happened to them. He gave it some thought and wondered if maybe the Leaf Shinobi's eye cracked his kunai. He dismissed it as he didn't feel anything with his sharingan after he left the restraunt. He relaxed a bit knowing his brother was safe, but he still hadn't seen hide nor hair of Sorain. Is it possible that he left us here? Maybe he found out what he wanted to know? If that's the case, it'd be a golden oppurtunity to escape from this village and look for the sword located in Snow. Takera thought as he slowly surveyed the area. "Hey, bro. Maybe it's time we vacate this village. There's something I need to find. Sorain doesn't seem to be here and the day is nearing it's end." Takera said in a low voice as so that anyone nearby other than his brother couldn't hear him. Just then he looked up and over in the direction of one of the alley ways. "Someone's here. Their chakra is beginning to flare a little. Perhaps an ocular jutsu?" Takera remarked as he stepped closer to his brother and readied his hands. His eyes watched carefully as the figures chakra circulated.

Suddenly a flare of the feeling of control he'd had back when Sorain controlled Zeru and himself came back, but now rested, he held the feeling off. Sorain wasn't able to probe and control him from so far as he could before. Takera could feel it pulsing through his mind and instead used it to track Sorain. Leaving the stranger from the alley he grabbed Zeru's arm and they ran down an alley down the street weaving through buildings while watching behind them. Once he was sure they lost the shinobi, they weaved back through different buildings to the location of the feeling Sorain gave off. There he found himself and Zeru staring down Sorain. After his little speech about the swords and the mutual loyalty Takera turned to look around. His eyes didn't sense anything, but he was weary. "It's a good idea that we move now. While here I've learned a few things. Probably mainly following your intentions for coming here and risking yourself being spotted and caught. As it stands, Zeru and I are fugitives of Mist now thanks to everything that's happened, so I'll take my chances with you. I don't think Mist is just going to shrug everything off and let us be. I will say though, that I have my own agenda, so remember that if need be, I will have to take leave for a period of time." Takera explained as he stood facing Sorain. "Whatever we do, we need to do it now. There's someone here in the city. I have guesses as to who, but they infact have an occular ability. I lost them on my way here, but if they're not who I think they are, then they will probably be here soon enough."

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Drake was walking along the street of stores, thinking about what the voice had told him. "Power. You need more Power...". Drake knew what the voice said was correct. He needed to gain more power in order to defend himself against strong opponents, much like the Sharingan-user he had met in the ramen shop. 'What about the one of the seven swords?...' Drake then shook his head, but then stopped. Wasn't he here to find more information about the seven swords? Or...was it really to find one of the swords to be more powerful? Drake kept thinking and thinking about it as he walked, and he couldn't decide which was true. Drake then looked around from where he was standing. He wanted to find a place where he could just sit and think for awhile. He then saw a small alleyway, and walked over to it to look down the alley. He saw that it was shady, with little rays of light going in now and then. He also saw what looked like anold shack at the far end of it. Drake noticed no one near it, but niether could he tell if anyone was inside. 'Oh well' Drake thought, 'Its the best place to just sit down and think fow now'. Drake then walked down the alley, and when he got only a few feet away from the shack, he stopped. he saw a small old stool that someone must have thrown out, standing upside down. Drake picked it up and flipped it over, then carfully sat down on it, testing to see if it could take his wieght. After a few moments, the stoll did not cave in on itself, so Drake assumed that it was alright now to just think for a bit. Drake closed his eyes, then started to breath slowly. He remembered this when he was in the academy, a technique to calm oneself, and too focus more. As Drake sat there, meditating, he started to feel a tingling in the back of his skull. At first, he didn't know what to make of it. Then, he felt a presence. Not like a person who was walking near him, but an energy that was in himself. Then, for no reason, Drake thought 'Hello?'. Drake then thought himself stupid for asking himself that. It seemed strange to ask himself this. Then, he heard the voice again, the one from his "dream", speaking to him more clearly then it had before. 'Ah. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance. Unable to comprehend what you are feeling'. Drake was startled. Was it possible this....thing could hear his thought? 'W-Who are you?' Drake asked the voice in his mind. 'I have been called many things. Darkness to some, Fear to others'. Fear. Could this thing be related to The Eye? 'If you must give voice to my power, then you may call me...Harbinger'. 'Power? Harbinger?' Drake asked the voice. Then, Drake felt a rush of chakra toward his right eye, and he knew that the Eye was active again. 'Yes. I am both, and we are a part of each other' Harbinger said to Drake. 'How are you a part of me?' Drake said back to Harbinger. 'I have always been apart of you and your clan, though no other have I spoken to. It is my strength that your clan is descended of.' Harbinger said to Drake, 'But, you seek another power. Not like my own, but powerful all the same'. 'How do you know this?' Drake asked Harbinger, hoping for an awnser. 'Awaken, and you will find your awnser. We will speak again.' Drake heard Harbinger say this, and then was silent. Drake then felt himself leaving the meditative state that he was in. He panted, and drew in long breathes. As he sat there, Drake looked up, and saw an old man looking down at him.

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