Yoshiro's Story. Chapter Two- Yoshiro's Journey Begins.
Awaking from my sleep, I knew this would be a new beginning. A chance to start a new life and to make myself understood. It would be a whole new chance to live more without the stress and pain of the hatred of my village people, a new chance to make friends who understand me. I couldn't wait to leave this village; the chains that bonded to this rotten place where no one cared what happened with me were going to finally be broken.
As Kawaii and I were walking together outside the exit of Awagakure, I felt prepared. I had plenty of rations to carry and had the best thing in the world- a demon to protect me! What could be better than that? I am going to leave this place as far behind as possible and not look back. How hard could that be?
The trail to Kumogakure would be a long and harsh way to go. First, I would have to travel to the village of Takigakure, and from there find a port that would take me to Kumogakure. It would probably be a journey of many weeks, if not months. It would have easier to take route through Otogakure, but since Orochimaru was killed, the village was a horrible place to go; full of beggars and murderers, a place I was not willing to go through.
The first fifty miles of my trip were not so bad. Following my map, I followed the trail until I was about a quarter of the way to Takigakure, and then my demon contacted me. I sense danger up ahead, so be careful and watch out. I smell smoke and can hear screams. If you start seeing something strange, just go off the path and around the danger. Sure enough, after a few miles, I came to a bend in the trail where just around the corner I could see a great column of smoke rising into the sky. I immediately avoided the path and went directly into the woods.
Jumping from tree to tree, I rushed through the woods. The sooner I got away from whatever happened, the better. I ran across the branches, leaves brushing against me as I passed, barely making a noise at all. I almost fell through the branches as I came across a clearing with no branches to hold onto, reaching down and grabbing the branch I was standing on. The sudden stop made me do a kind of front flip, down into the clearing below, landing cat-like on the ground.
In the clearing, there was a small run-down stone cottage. The roof was caved in and most of the windows broken. You could tell that no one had lived there for a very long time. It looked like a perfect place to stop for the day and relax. As I got closer, I heard noises coming from the inside, almost a crying noise. I cautiously walked through the doorway and into the open room.