The long journey had left me fatigued when we finally stopped for a rest. I sat down on a rock and let out a sigh of relief. "You need to stop that, that getting tired crap, cause the enemy will show no mercy," he said to me. We pulled out some food and I had my first meal in a week. The food pleasantly filled my stomach.
Before I knew what the food tasted like however we were off again. "Were going to need a place to lay low for awhile, and I know the perfect spot," Zabuza said eerily. Our walk continued for quite awhile until we came to a dried river bed for a quick rest. When I sat down I tried as hard as I could not to rub my shoeless feet. "It's okay if your feet hurt a bit, to tell you the truth mine hurt a bit too," Zabuza said removing his ninja sandals. Like the last rest this one was short lived and we were off again.
An ominous mist started to roll into the dried river. It made the ground damp. As our walk continued the ground started to absorb our feet. "Were almost there just, hang on a bit longer," Zabuza said lifting his feet out of the mud. It seemed as though the mud was alive. It rose and sunk in order to grab us. "It wasn't this difficult last time, someones here," he said raising above the trench.
"Well, well if it isn't the rouge of the mist, I thought I'd find you here," came a strange voice. "Imbake, I swore if I saw your face again I'd kill you, do you remember that," yelled Zabuza trying to find the sorce of the voice. Suddenly a form appeared. He wore the armour of the anbu black ops. His sword stuck out from his sholder and his mist headband somehow shined in the looming mist.