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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....."
Senjuumaru's body tensed up slightly as the "Merchant" pulled out the scroll and with a poof smoke gushes out. Narrows his eyes while still holding the cigarette in between his fingers, blinks as he sees the wooden market stall appear. "Well...i'll be damned...maybe i'll take a look then..." starts slowly walking forward but stops as the strange kirigakure ninja talks. "Your far from home kiddo, leave, there's nothing for you here in this wilderness...." Talks in a cold, humorless, dry tone. Raises an eyebrow turnkng towards him.
"Swords? This place was a battlefield, a very, very long time ago-" takes a puff of the cigarette. "Puuuh...kunai's and shurikens are one thing, they usually not valuable enough to pick up after the battle but swords are precious and hard to forge so rhey would probably been picked up, and even then, metal object left behind is probably rusted and unusable by now so any ambitions of getting a proper sword from this place is foolish..." Puffs out another cloud of smoke from the corner of his mouth.
Sees the "merchant" tty to scare and trick the Kirigakure brat and rolls his eyes unamused. Finishes the last little nub of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it exstinguidhing it. "Ignore that joker kiddo"
reaching into his coat he pulled out a small scroll and rolled it out on the ground and in a puff of smoke tree market stalls appeared filled with various items like the ones he had mentioned before. "you can see for yourself this is all i got in stock or rather on me right now." as he spoke he ordered the other puppet to scatter to the next location to clean out. He also scouted out the sharklike human that had appeard or rather almost fallen in to their lap. and then decided to play a little prank on them "caretaker no im just a friendly ghost haunting these grounds" thinking for a second he then gestured at the stalls "im sure there was some books there about information on old swords feel free to take a look ill give you a good price it will only cost you your souuuullll" he intentionally dragged out the last words just to see the mans reaction
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?"
While never keeping his eyes off the strange merchant the suddent swearing as well as the amature-ish climbing and movements made he shift his attention to the strange purple shark-man that he distictly heard suddently came tumbling down crashing and smashing a tombstone, raises an eyebrow. "Sounds like a brat that´s far from home, a genin perhaps? but what are they doing here?" sighs, sending out a puff of smoke out of the corner of his mouth. Looks back at the merchant and listens. "Hmm so you do sell cigaretts and booze, how high proof? i would prefer a higher one since i can use it to disinfect wounds as well....while i can catch a few meals some extra rations would not be too bad.....hooh? interesting" nods. "Some needles and simple tools might be handy, i need to maintain my gear all on my own after all....hmm? a purple...shark-man? kirigakure, here?" blinks slightly in surprise, slowly shakes his head, glances towards the noise the shark man made before.
A few minutes, then hours passed, half asleep Sanjuumaru was rouse from his half-slumber by a loud, wet clicking noise within his mind. The horrible, grating clicking of salivating mandibles clicking morse code loudly and impatiently. ..-. --- --- -.. --..-- / .. / .-. . --.- ..- .. .-. . / ... ..- ... - . -. .- -. -.-. . / -- -.-- / .... --- ... - [food, i require sustenance my host] Senjuumaru could almost imagine the voice of the eyed beast within himself as he translated the morse code making him shudder. "Oh shut your trap, freak" he said in an annoyed, bitter tone as he scratched his weary eyes, he had not had a good nights sleep in a long time, dark circles forming under his eyes. "You don´t need food and you know that so stop pestering me already! i´ll rather not go near inhabited areas unless i have to" he muttered glancing down at the smoldering bud thats left of his cigarette, it had slipped out of his hand onto the stony floor, its orange glow rapidly fading away as it was on the verge of exstingushing. .. / .-- --- -. - / .-.. . - / -.-- --- ..- / -.. .. . / ... . -. .--- ..- ..- -- .- .-. ..- [i wont let you die Senjuumaru] it clicked and hissed not wanting to die together with this pathetic mound of flesh that acted as its prison. Senjuumaru simply scoffed and stepped on the bud, grinding it under his heel before wrapping some left over bandage over his face and equipping his rebreather over his face. While he usually collected what he needed from the surrounding forest a few essentials he could only get from local villages at the borders of the land of sound or land of rice fields as it also has been called. His hideout was very well hiddden among the dense foliage, moss and trees and hundreds of traps had been arranged all around the area with only an underground canal acting as a safe exit and entrance to the hideout, it was long enough that you either needed to be able to hold your breath for hours or have a rebreather like his, and secondly the canal branches out like a maze and only he knew the correct path, still he was always cautious whenever entering or exiting the lair. He carefully scanned the area around the unassuming pond that acted as the hidden entrance, trying to sense any potencial threats before emerging. He then started to swiftly move away towards the border of the mountain´s graveyard toward the Land of Sound or Land of Rice Field as it also had been known at times. There he would stop by one of a few villages he knew of, he would visit them infrequently trying not to draw attention to himself and keep a low profile, getting whatever he needed then retreat back into his hideout.