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He wasn't sure where he was going exactly, but he was pushing on. He needed to know what he couldn't remember. The memories...just shadows of a ghost to haunt him. He had no proof that they were real or even existed, but he couldn't possible have just started his life at that sign...right?

It hadn't crossed his mind that he had been following this road for quite some time, but it didn't matter. He didn't know where he could go back to, so what difference did it matter? Step by step, he drudged along over and around rocks. His arm hung at his side with the blood stained sheathed as a definte weight. Not only for his arm, but also on his mind.

'Why do I have it?'

'Why does it have blood it?'

The questions didn't stop there but it didn't matter, he had lost track of where he was. He was at a gate, to only the heavens knew what. It looked like it was definitely meant to keep people out though. Still, maybe they could help...maybe they had answers. Hopefully they wouldn't turn their backs on him.

"Hello?" he asked as loud as he dared, "Where is this?" He raised his left hand to push his green hair away from his eyes as he looked up toward the two towers. Merely looking up at the towers flooded him with a sense of awe, but at the same time fear.

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Leina left the Shrine when she felt the Arashikage approach nearby deciding to come to the actual village to enjoy some of her time. The only reason she left the Shrine and didnt want to see Nayami was the reason that she felt the Arashikage must have needed some time alone and it wouldn't have been proper for her to be there and then and listen to her prayers or whatever she had to do.

Stopping in front of a store, Leina looked up. "S Books", the sign read. Her left eyebrow began to rise steadily as she looked through the window seeing books, scrolls, etc and other villagers inside. Walking in, she looked around for a section that would interest and it was none other than the scroll section. She needed to learn a few more tricks and techniques.

Help, people like this boy didn't normally come looking for help unless they were being chased. Or, maybe had a mission for revenge...those weren't normally cheap missions and this tweerp didn't seem to be packing. All he seemed to have were the bloody sheath and sword. However, they hadn't turned him away yet for one reason: his armor.

It was ninja armor, but he didn't have a single trace of a headband. Still, the armor was without a doubt ninja in origin. Who's...that was sort of a mystery, but almost any ninja was a potential threat. Silent discussion ensued again upon the tower tops where the ninja watched from.

"Leave the blade and enter." a voice commanded, again emitting from around the visiter.

Looking at the only clue he knew he had, the boy looked back up at the towers. Without hesitating he looked back towards the tower crowded heavens. "I can't. It's all I have, I need it just as much as I need your help."

He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sheath, his knuckles blanching to a bone white as he waited for the words of their decision. Instead the gate way was clear for him. He was admitted in. What he didn't know was the mark that he would become throughout the entire village. Unable to sneeze without it being seen and taken note of, he was a potential danger.

Long before he could become a real danger, the boy could easily die any number of seven ways as he was watched walking into the village.

Slowly he made his way through the village, looking and staring in awe. For all he could remember, it was the first village he had ever seen. So many people...but at the same time he still felt distant from them. They were at home, they knew where they were going. They knew...

Stopping suddenly, he couldn't help but feel the pressure of the village crowd in on him. A functioning society where everybody knew their place...he was the sore thumb of this hand. How long before he was hammered into compliance, or merely sliced off and discarded without a second thought.

Forcing himself into motion again, stiff as it was, it was closer to blending in than just standing there. Head hung, he wasn't even remotely sure as to where he was going, it didn't matter. He just didn't want to stand out, it was more likely that he would be kicked out... or worse. The fear was almost radiating off of him as he unconsciously steered as far away from people as he could.

What made him think anybody here could help him anyway? Despite the way he was feeling, complexity at its best, it was all summed up into a simple sigh.

Rei followed Nayami into the village and to a bar where she was going to get drunk. He hoped she was going to leave him alone once she started drinking. Well, not leave him alone, but at least stop trying to make him have a drink. He followed the Kage inside and sat next to her.

"Are you sure you want me to drink, Nayami-sama? I've never had a drink before, I really don't want to find out what sort of a drunk I am." He remarked, looking up at the Arashikage. He'd rather just help her get home like she was going to need after she was done.

Rei sighed and shook his head, examining the liquid uncertainly. He knew of some fighters who would go into violent episodes whenever they got drunk. He certainly hoped he wasn't one of them.

"Nayami-sama, you know of Suikenpo, don't you? I'm afraid that I may be subject to the same aggressive stance that others similar to me would take if they drank. If anything, I'd prefer to try this when I wasn't close enough to so many people. If I do turn out aggressive, I may seriously hurt a lot of them." He remarked. Though he was afraid to attack people, he quickly downed the sake and set the cut back on the bar. Rei sputtered, managing to swallow before coughing from the slight burn of the alcohol going down his throat and into his stomach.

It wasn't close to an enjoyable warmth that he felt in his stomach. Though, he was at least lucky enough to not black out or feel any more like attacking somebody than he did before he tried it. Maybe it took more, whatever it may be, he didn't want to find out how much more it would take.