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In a secret hideout out in the mountain's graveyard located at the north-most region of land between Takigakure and Otogakure, among its thick forest and decade's old bone of beasts lies a moss and undergrowth covered bunker like building of cracked brick and mortar, there hides a man, a dangerous, bloodthisty, inhuman & and ruthless man more akin to a beast. A man who betrayed and killed his own kin, Kurosawa Sanjuumaru host for the vicious one-eyed centipede ganjuu. And.....while it is not completly untrue, it was far from the full truth, in the past he had killed men, children, women, decimated familes and bathed in rivers of blood....he was not that man anymore, it was true his father died, but only becuse his failure to control the eyed beast within him in a moment of weakness, allowing the vile creature to kill his father, soon after his mother had died of grief.
"It was still my fault...my weakness, another burden, another soul i must carry for as long as i live...." Senjuumaru muttered to himself bitterly sitting at a stone table eroded into shape by acid, he was wrapping fresh bandages around his arms, looks at them tiredly, wet drips trinkling down at the table audibly, shuts his eyes tightly before opening them again staring at his own arms seeing them soaked and dripping with blood allthough only through his eyes as a normal person would see his pale skin completly spotless. Finishes tightly wrapping his now trembling hands.
"Fuck...i need a smoke...." irritatedly looks through the pockets of his flak-jacket, eventually finding a rather wrinkled and scrunged up packet of cigarettes. "Is these the last ones? Dammit....this hideout is good for avoiding people trying to find me and so far away that i won't hurt anyone even if i happen to loose control but getting provisions are a pain..." Sighs and flicks the package letting a cigarette slide out into his hand, pulls out a lighter and ignites the cigarette and taking a deep breath before exhaling a puff of smoke, sinking back in the home made "chair" also carved and eroded out of stone. "Haaaah....."
The large man let out a groan as he sat up, rubbing his neck and back of the head with a hand. "Damn, that hurt." Goro looked at the crumbled tombstone and pull in the pieces into a pile. "Sorry mate, whoever you are."
After gathering most of the pieces into a neat pile, does he stand up and brush of the remaining dirt from his pants and vest. Floating in it's bubble beside him was the little shark that snapped and nodded towards the other people that was there. "What is it Samemaru? Hmm? People? Here?" Goro squinted his eyes as he walked around the graves and saw the two men standing precariously at a small lake. Very weird. Not to mention that they looked funky as heck.
"Are you guys caretakers here?" He asked and looked them over, no ones he recognized but his shark-senses did tell him that they had the smell of blood around them. But he kept it cool, as you do, after all they where living beings and not ghosts! "I'm looking for some old swords, do you guys know any?"