Aiko Kurokawa POV
Father and Okia stood a few strides away from each other. We had salvaged what we could from home, our suitcases had survived. My father had no idea how but we knew. The bags had been made durable enough to last three minutes in a fire jutsu and were sealed very tightly. My father had only one thing that survived, his 'secret' suitcase. We had dubbed it that when Okia and I were four since we were never allowed to even touch it. The black cloak I had donned was unique in every way. The cloak fell all the way to my ankles and the cowl was up enough to hide most of my mask. It had a silver clasp in the shape of a crow. Ironically, it looked identical to Shisho. The cloak was made by our mother when I was six. She said one day I would need it. I often wonder if she knew about the Crows…
" We should seek shelter in a nearby village town."
Father said suddenly. We agreed and headed off. After several days of walking, we reached a large town. After renting a room at a hotel, father went off in search of food and a job. Before mother died father had earned money by selling our crops and fancy gadgets he had made. But that was all gone now, all of that hard work and peace reduced to nothing but ashes and useless metal scraps.
