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[This thread is open to anyone who is from this village or has an actual legitimate reason to be here. I don't mind the company, I'm actually trying to get back into the habit of posting, so by all means crash in if anyone feels like it. I will probably keep up a posting rate of once per day until this is done and over with. More might be possible, but not probable]


Edit: 11/4. I bought a new video game ^o-o^ Will post tomorrow lols~


A few stray snowflakes drifted down in front of her eyes as she stared vacantly at the village activities. Small children bundled up against the cold played freely with one another with apparent delight as they kicked a ball around the field in strange patterns. Some type of game perhaps? Parents watched from the sidelines, cheering whenever the ball managed to reach one side of the field or another. Pure lunacy. The concept was strange to her and yet at the same time so familiar. What was the purpose of this so called game? Was there even a reason? Silently she mused, her eyes occasionally flitting from one child to the next as they dashed around oblivious to her stare. Miyuki seemed immune to the passing of time as she stood, watching, waiting. The longer the children played, the more confused she seemed to become. But if there was a purpose in this non-sensory she was going to find it. With one last kick of a ball, the game was finished far sooner than she liked it to be. But no sooner than it had, her answer became clear. Fun. This game was purely played just for the fun of it. 


The winner of the game? She never really knew. At the sound of the whistle both sides seemingly acted like the champions they thought they were. And perhaps, perhaps they were just that. The times were lean, the threat of war overhanging precariously above there heads at all times. And yet, these mere children were out here having fun as if nothing else in the world mattered. In the face of chaos, it was equivalent to giving the finger, biting there thumbs and all of many of the other sorts of insults she had become aware of in her time. And yet, they just did not care. The stress of these times had simply not effected them. It was almost as if they were immune to its stagnant pull. Was she once ever that innocent or naive? Even now she felt the pressure press down around her, the weight of responsibility in its full force. What if's and could be's whispered harshly in her subconsciousness even now, as lost in her musings as she had become. Silent as a wraith, she waited until at last the field was once again silent and empty.


Compared to the previous loud cheers, the field was almost ghostly in measure. As used to the silence as she was though it hardly bothered her. The gravel seemed to crunch loudly under her slippers as she made her way onto the field, staring intently at a single ball that someone had accidentally left behind. The impulse was there before she could control it, so strong she could not suppress it in time. Rearing her foot back, she gave the ball a tap strong enough to send it rolling several feet away. A slender eye brow raised. Could she honestly do this? Did she even dare? It was hardly dignified for one of her stature. What on earth would the elders say if they caught her? For a moment she considered what they would say and found herself chuckling under her breath. Not that what they said mattered to her at all in the slightest anyways. The elders were always filled with hot air, trying to dictate her actions. Trying, at the very least. But, perhaps what they did not know would not hurt them.

Edited by Enkou

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Had it been simple weeks or several months now? Time was difficult to gauge at this point. The whispers had already begun, fleeting with every footfall. News spread quickly throughout the country, mysterious ramblings of the ghost. Cloaked in white the figure seemed to simply drift here or there, sometimes disappearing completely. It never spoke, nor interacted with anyone. It simply drifted, further and further north. In some circles the figure became quite popular, discussed in hushed tones in candlelit rooms too dark to make out anyone's face. Every account was eerily specific. A white cloaked figure, about six feet in height, bearing no face whatsoever. 


Words are but power individuals spread among the masses. Mir knew this well enough, perhaps that was his intention, or perhaps he was just eccentric enough he cared not to bear marks that could distinguish him from his surroundings. in the snow he was as visible as a star during a thunderstorm. By bleeding all details from his form he left others as blind to who he was as he himself had become.


It took him some time, months in fact to piece together what had happened on the surface. whispers people made when they thought no one was there to listen. Hyougagakure was no more, that much was plain when first Mir tasted fresh air. The ruins were opaque, naught but ice remained of the village he knew so well. Yet the coldest feeling was left from those memories. As if seeing or experiencing a memory through someone else's eyes. 


No he learned the few survivors of his village had relocated, deep into the carved out  heart of an ancient mountain in the north. A settlement of both Hyoujun and Hyougaans seeking shelter from the ever bitter winds of Seichi. It was a long trek north, he couldn't help but be spotted by individuals from local venue's in his path.  Ah well, C'est la vie.


Yamagakure. the village held all the same charms as their old home, but it was frightfully warm. At least warm for Mir. The locals would still get cold, but they would be no worse for wear. Strange, all this was built in the few years I slept. Yet none of it feels foreign. Dodging the Anbu was easy. They changed very little since he last studied them. He was also aided by his bloodline. 


Be it destiny or happenstance, Mir witnessed the the game children played that day. Most peculiar of all, he saw someone he had not expected to see so soon. Fate was a concept he still had not made his mind up about. It seemed so fickle and wishy washy. Yet here again he met with Miyuki, he could spot her chakra from among a crowd without hesitation or effort. She was there, every time he awoke. As Yonaka, and now as Mir. If this was not Fate, he wondered if this was to be a grand opportunity. He watched carefully as she walked slowly into the field, eyeing the ball with considerable mental fortitude. She seemed here, and yet everywhere all at once. She was strong, much stronger than he remembered. It was the only true proof he had that time had passed so dramatically. 


It was then she did the most odd thing. Something that almost baffled him. She kicked the ball... and laughed. "You continue to surprise me." He allowed his bloodline ability to fade away bringing his physical form back into the electromagnetic spectrum the human eye was capable of detecting. "I wonder, to whom was your laugh directed?" He stood perhaps fifty feet away cloaked in white bearing the faceless mask. Would she recognize his voice, or did she think him dead these many years?

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