I sat under a tree, resting my legs from the 5 hour hike me and my sensei had. I let the back of my head rest against the tree trunk. I was exhausted. You literally could see I
was soaked in sweat. I couldn't wait to take a bath in the next hot spring's we find. I watched my sensei, who was sitting a few feet away from me; strip his cloak and shirt off.
His skin was all shiny due to the sweat covering his body too. My sensei is quite handsome you could say. He's not to thin and has the right amount of muscle. He basically has a
body any man dreamed of. He began to soak his feet in a river that was conveniently right next to us. His unusual turquoise hair was tied back in a short ponytail. He in sweats,
shirtless, and hair tied back made him look god damn good. He turned his head to look back at me with his mysterious grey- colored eyes. "Hey Saitoshi. Quite day-dreaming
and take that cloak off before you get a heat-stroke or something", he ordered. I snapped out of my stupid thoughts and started stripping my cloak off. I kept on my fish-net
shirt. I got up from where I was sitting and sat down next to my sensei. I dipped my feet into the river water. The water was quite cold, but not to my disliking. We both sat
their in silence, listening to the cicadas buzzing in the trees. "Saitoshi, do you know how many years it's been since I've been your sensei," he asked with a slight thoughtful
tone. I arched an eyebrow at his sudden question. "It's about to be 9 years", I replied. He suddenly signed. "You've grown a lot over the years. You're no longer that weak little
boy I found in the land of waves. He turned his head to me. "The only thing that hasn't changed about you is that eye patch of yours". He was talking about the eye patch I wore
to cover my right eye. I've been wearing it since I was 5 ½ years old. My sensei would always ask what happened to my eye around that time. I never gave him an answer. I
looked at him with suspicious eyes. Where was he taking this conversation? "I going to be gone for a few days, it seems that an organization is in need of my services," he said
with a stoic tone. My eyes slightly widened. I'm confused. What the hell is going on here?! Alright, I know that my sensei is one of the strongest samurai in the land of water.
The organization he's talking about must have mistaken him for one of the seven swordsmen of the mist. My sensei must have seen the confusion written on my face. "Don't
worry; I'm not going to join them or anything. I'm only going to meet them and simply decline to work with them". I could simply just frown at him. Is he really going to decline
the organization like that? I looked off at the distance seeing that night has begun to casts its shadow over the landscape. "Let's get some sleep", sensei said as he got up
from where he was and sat under a nearby tree. I got up and copied exactly what he did. I laid down on my left side and closed my eyes. "Hey Saitoshi", I heard my sensei
whisper. "Hm? What is it sensei?" There was a slight pause before he said, "Make sure no ninjas come and kill you while you sleep". I slightly smirked and responded with a
snort. Tomorrow shall be a long day.