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~The weather-worn boards creaked as Damian's black boot contacted them. The captain kept his word about leaving, though it could only be guessed that he'd rather be far away from this place as possible. Whether it be the place itself, or maybe just Damian, no one knew. Silently, Damian peered through the trees. It was a very nice day to train, something he'd been waiting for for quite some time.

The previous two villages he'd trained in were deathly hot, scorching heats that dehydrated a trainee without mercy. This would be a welcome training session for whatever the village had in store for him. A light gust fluttered the cloak about his figure, revealing the Masamune sword at his waist. Some would kill to have the blade, yet he was the lucky one whom owned it.~

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~Damian's thoughts were interrupted as his ears perceived a dispute, or something of a disputing manner. Silence befell him as he stood, listening, craning his neck for another part of the conversation. Yes, he hadn't been imagining. Off to his right, slightly off the path, a young boy sat. There was an older man hovering over him, asking him questions, expecting forced answers.

It was a while before Damian realised what exactly the man was doing. He was using his eyes to try and peer into the boys mind. Apparently, the boy was suspected of stealing various items within the village ahead and wasn't confessing to his crimes, if he did them. The boy seemed to have too strong of a will for the man though, which infuriated him.~

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~A sense of accomplishment spread throughout him as he realised he'd done his first good deed since becoming a Sannin. It hadn't really occured to him that he was one, though it had been brought up by a few village elders. There was no turning back now. He was of Kage strength once again, though his techniques weren't as numerous as they had once been when he had reigned in the Mist Village as Mizukage. Those times were great, nothing could stand within his path. Nothing, that is, except himself. He would have to be sure this time that he didn't become to engrossed within learning his techniques that he forgot to live life. Life was something that he, however, could take for granted. Being reborn whenever he died. Honestly though, this time he didn't want to die by battle. Old age would be a nice thing to be finished by. This body held so many secrets from him, that old age would probably only begin to skim the top of his limits. There was nothing that could stand in his way now, nothing except for an old friend, though hopefully he would stay an ally and not turn foe.~

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~Damian's ears began to pick up a whistling noise within the air. The senses of a shinobi were quite more sensitive then that of a regular, because they trained themselves to be ready for anything. The whistling began to get louder, as Damian stood, realising that if it was getting louder, something was coming at him.

He leapt to the side just in time as a boulder came crashing through a tree, landing where he'd been. A small squat man appeared through the brush, smiling, "....I just set a new record, hell yeah." At this, he glanced at Damian, noticing his foul expression, "What?! You think you can do any better?"

Damian only smirked, observing the mans immature manners. It however would pass time to beat this man at whatever challenge he sought.~

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~Where disbelief had been, anger soon emerged glaring into the eyes of Damian, "How'd you do that?! You've been spying upon me, trying to take my techniques eh?!" Swiftly, he leapt forward to punch Damian in the mouth, anger evident for he'd tried to attack Damian. Perhaps the thought that if Damian could do his own technique better then himself, then possibly he was stronger, hadn't crossed his mind. Either way, Damian wouldn't allow himself to get hit, especially by a angered fool.

Disappearing, Damian reappeared upon a branch near where the man was punching. It would take him a moment to realize what had happened most likely, but he didn't care. For now he'd make a comic out of the man, or at least til he revealed another of his techniques worth using.~

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~This struck a nerve within the mans head, making him stumble a bit as he stood in place, his mouth lank, ".....How dare you mock me?! You dirty little imbred guano eater!" His hands formed three hand seals as he spoke. Each one stored away in Damians memory banks as he watched what would surely be the persons best technique.

Dropping his hand to the ground, the man through his fist into it. With a lurch a large crack began to form on the route to where supposedly Damian was stationed. The ground fell within itself where he stood, the mans face brightening from his revenge being taken, "....lets see you talk now puny weakling!"~

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~Throughout the night, Damian had slept in the local inn, having paid the inn keeper the gold that he'd gotten from the Genjutsu specialist. The place was rather nice looking, though definately not worth what he had paid. Chuckling, he laid down, extending his feet along the bed. He didn't bother undressing, because he'd leave as soon as day broke through the skies. Crickets could be heard chirping outside of his window, which he didn't altogether like, being that the bed was right beside it. Anyone could easily assault him from the outside. Hopefully no one would, because that would be a most unfortunate event.

Silent fell about him, his head tilting off onto the duck feathered pillow. The night was a decent one, having little rest all day without training some more. A hard days work for an honest man, though what shinobi was truly honest?~

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