A Small Vacation: The Journey Home

Recent news had erupted throughout the streets of CHikagakure about a mysterious man advertising for an even more mysterious organization back in the small village of Elkwood in the Northern forests.

It was obviously a lead on the Raksaka, and I had to take it. Shinobu and I had become much closer, and he was travelling with me to the East. I packed both of my hidden blades, my bow and arrows, and my tomahawk.

It only took a few days to reach Elkwood, as it was not too far away, and following the main trail made for a safer journey. not many problems were encountered.

The journey with Kuruk had been an easy one, we traveled across the mountains with ease due to my experience and the forest's mazes were mo problem due to his heritage and knowledge of the lands. My family blade lay resting at my side the entire time not once being touched other than occasionally resting my wrist on the hilt. Apparently the spark of this journey was some sort of threatening organization had surfaced and it was possibly the same people that had slaughtered Kuruk's tribe. When we arrived it was not in another shinobi village but rather one of normal run of the mill people and this pleased me as it was more the norm for me back home. We arrived and began searching for leads on these attacks but so far nothing has turned up.