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When Hagane felt the man’s arm around his shoulder he tensed up not sure what to expect, after all the only people who touched him where his grandparents. “Really,” said Hagane frowning slightly, “why would they need a Genjutsu when there are a village full of ninja that should be protecting the Mizukage?” He thought silently for a moment over the fact that he would be forced to face a Genjutsu when he hadn’t even seen any type jutsu yet, he was slightly apprehensive but strangely excited as well, “Yes I do want to be a Shinobi, I really want to be a Medical-Nin and if I’m lucky a Hunter-nin.” He turned and looked at the strange man again and was forced to reevaluate his opinion of him, after all if he could handle a Genjutsu meant to protect the Mizukage he must be powerful, “So are you a ninja to, Mister …” Hagane realized he didn’t know the man’s name, “What is your name?” So Hagane let the man lead him farther into the forest.

[Exit to Mizukage's office]

((sorry its not that good, i just woke up thirty minutes ago))

[@Hagane: It counts as training, although a small one, but you'll get a couple of points and stuff~ post it in the exp thread~
@Skaye: That was good!]

[enter from Mizukage's Office]

Slowly as they walked the effects of the genjutsu would become less and less until Hagane could barely feel it anymore, and then it was gone. It was then that zirca removed his hand from Hagane's shoulder since its presence was not needed anymore. Stretching his two arms liberally, since one shoulder was tired from hoisting the stick and the other had been stuck in the same position for a while, Zirca said to Hagane. "One of my good friends Batou is Andou-sama's secretary of sorts. He handles all this sort of stuff. I'm going to bring you to him. There's an office in the shinobi housing district which is where he works." Well, strictly speaking he and Batou weren't really that close, but to Zirca everybody was a good friend and Batou was one of the better ones.

They passed a boy muttering something about the academy, seemingly worried, and Zirca met his gaze for a moment and nodded in greeting, eyebrows cocked curiously for just a second. He'd seen the boy around before so he was confident that he wouldn't have any problems unless they were of the bravery kind of course.

[exit to Housing District]

[Enters from the Main Gate]

Scuffing his feet from exhaustion, Ren made his way into the village, one his family hasn't been in since their ancestors branched out many generations ago. He cannot place it, but he somehow felt right with the area...a calm he had never known before in his whole life. Granted he, himself, wasn't that old, but regardless...the feeling of the area filled his heart with the sense of home.

Nearly passing out from the long journey he has traveled alone, Ren leaned against a building for a quick minute to catch his breath. His clothes that he was wearing were torn and dirty and he himself, looked like he had not been able to find a suitable bath for many weeks. A sad sight for many, Ren appeared to be destitute, yet instead of smelling of filth, he had a strange odor of iron about him. Upon further inspection it can be seen that his clothes are splotched with blood that mainly covers the right side of his body.

Ren began to feel lighter, as if his worry had been erased. This person seemed to remind him of his own father and as these thought filled his head, his eyes began to reveal a sort of timeless energy that had been restored to the child's life. "Th-th-thank you...I am Ren...," The boy took a pause to catch his breath and take in the generosity of this stranger.

The boy raised his shaking left hand to his right side of his neck, which was covered by a makeshift cloak of rags and pulled it down to reveal strange tattoo that seemed to continue down the his right bicep. The tattoo had an eerie look to it, as if some dried blood seemed to cover the surface slightly. "My father sent me here...it was his wishes for me to be back in the village of my ancestors...," Ren stands firm, contrary to his frail entrance and addresses promptly," I am Ren Murasaki of the Murasaki clan and I am here to become like my father."

The boy, still near exhaustion, stumbled slightly, but looked back up at the kind stranger and smiled warmly. The boy looked like a mess and even though his minor wounds were healed, the smell of iron still seemed to swirl about him.

Ren paused a moment, a little taken aback by the stranger's apparent distrust of him. He wasn't expecting a warm welcome, but he did make it all the way here and was technically a stranger, himself, to these lands and had to make sure that he didn't offend anyone. "I have been told that there has roughly been 10 generations since my clan has last been in this village...I was never told why they left though..."

The child sighed, but his eyes still glistened with a sense of wonder," I apologize, I would never wish to bring harm to this great nation and yes, I believe I could use a good shower and maybe some food if that isn't too much to ask." Ren's attention got distracted for a moment as he recalled Andou's reaction to his tattoo, but dismissed it for now.

Jericho walked into town after his long camping with his old body guard. He wanted to talk to his body guard about his father but his body guard wouldn’t say anything. The only thing they did talk about was Jericho’s training and how he must become stronger so he can restore his family’s honor.
Jericho decided that even though they had all these motivational talks he would still just spend some time relaxing and catching up with the people around the town. Jericho walked over to a bench on the side of the road and sat down and tryed to think of where to begin.