Footsteps buffeted the night air, two sets of boots, side by side, breached the delicate surface of the ground's mist as two figures walked together on the summit of Mount Beor.

"Tasaka, we ought to get to the point... If we are seen..." A low voice muttered, barely above a whisper. The voice belonged to a tall man with back-swept black hair and dark brown eyes. He was garbed in long, black clothing and a dark coat. A small, delicate hand rose up to sweep back auburn hair down to the girl's shoulders. A long black jacket garbed this woman, with a white split-skirt and long black boots. The girl heaved an indignant sigh.

"Yeah, alright... Thing is, rumors have been going around that you're killing people." The woman started, her voice low but angry. "This isn't true is it?"

"Sacrifices need to be made for change to occur." The man voice responded, and Tasaka stopped, staring at the man with disbelief.

"Seriously? You're saying you have been killing people?" She clenched her fists together, watching the man in the coat with angry eyes.

"The Shadow Country wrought this chaos on us... They prevented the Darkness from taking us, yes, but had sewn the seeds of destruction nonetheless. The Darkness... They just want to destroy everything we have built. There must be a medium; a way to stop both..." The man said, glancing over his shoulder at Tasaka.

"You're off your rocker, Keyara. I think I ought to leave." Tasaka said, stepping backward a couple of steps.

"Tasaka, come with me." The man said, turning fully to face her, his eyes gleaming dangerously. "Leave Iwagakure and the corrupting power the Shadow Country gave them behind and persue a new, righteous path...." He continued, stepping toward her. "There will be bloodshed, and loss... but in their wake will be renewal, and peace." He held out a hand, and for a moment, Tasaka looked as though she may have taken it.

"Fuuton: Zankidan (Slicing Demon Blast)!" A voice out of nowhere screamed. The man whirled around just in time to see the culprit; two men were advancing, garbed in Hunter-Nin gear and sporting masks. A shockwave of wind hurtled toward him and Tasaka.

"Shit." Tasaka growled, and in a flash, was gone. The man sidestepped the blade of wind, his hair rippling from the proximity of the attack. He stepped forward slowly, his eyes slowly turning a deep red...



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