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Chapter 10

When the explosion ripped through the trees behind them, they did not stop running.

When Shitai began to grieve silently, his shoulders shaking from his tears, they did not stop.

When Naruto's own tears dried onto his cheeks and he was overcome with a dreadful numbness that was only interrupted by bouts of intense guilt over Waruku dying for him, they did not stop.

When the stars faded out from the sky and the sunrise painted the world in orange hues, they did not stop.

Only when Shitai collapsed from exhaustion and Naruto fell off his shoulders, did they stop running. Naruto pulled himself to his feet and did his best to drag Shitai into the shade of one of the trees. As he did so, he noticed that Shitai's eyes were red and swollen; and his still drying tears had left tracks down his face. Naruto felt guilt gnawing at him. It was his fault Shitai was crying and running himself to the point of collapse; and it was his fault that Waruku, one of the few people he could call a friend, was dead. He must have voiced some of his thoughts out loud because Shitai stirred, cracked open one bloodshot brown eye and tiredly muttered "It's not your fault, runt" before his head fell back and he slipped into exhausted sleep once again.

The guilt eased slightly at the thought that Shitai didn't blame him, but it didn't disappear and Naruto decided to do something to keep his mind occupied. They had passed by a stream a mile back so he decided to go fishing, since all their food had been in Waruku's pack. This thought caused the guilt to swell again, and he shook his head rapidly and tried to ignore it. He pulled a kunai from the holster on Shitai's leg and used it to sharpen a long and thin stick he had found nearby. After a few experimental jabs with his new spear, he set it over his shoulder and took off towards the stream.

The stream was beautiful, in the middle of a grove, with clear, light blue water that cut a curving swath through the vivid green grass. Tall and majestic trees seemed to stand guard about six feet out from the bank of the stream. Even from where he was standing in the shade of the trees, he could see fish swimming in the clear waters, scales flashing in the morning sun. The scene was so beautiful that for a moment it took his breath away and all thought ceased. He stripped down to his boxers and rosary and placed his clothes in the shade, far enough away from the stream to keep them dry, before wading into the knee high water. He hefted his homemade spear into a ready position and stood as still as possible, waiting. Several minutes passed until:

There!

With reflexes honed by game after game of kunai dodge ball with Hidan-sensei, he plunged the spear downwards and impaled a fish. He smiled slightly and a feeling of accomplishment briefly numbed the feeling of guilt that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in his chest. He pulled the fish off the spear and threw it onto the bank of the stream. He resumed his waiting position and after an hour and a half there was a pile of half-a–dozen fish drying out on the bank. He stepped out of the stream and shook his legs slightly to shake the water off and began working on the problem of getting the fish back to their camp. He glanced around the grove and his eyes locked on his shirt as an idea popped into his head. He walked over to his pile of clothes, and pulled on his pants and shoes before grabbing his shirt and taking it back to the bank. He laid it out on the ground and piled the fish onto it, before tying the shirt and its cargo onto the end of his spear. After testing the knot to make sure it would hold, he nodded in satisfaction, hefted the spear and its package over his shoulder and set off towards the camp.

Shitai was still slumped against a tree, dead asleep, when Naruto arrived back at camp. Naruto picked the kunai up off the ground from where he had dropped it and began to scale and gut the fish in an attempt to keep his mind occupied. But his mind still wandered back into painful memories; the first time he had met Waruku, the dinners they would all eat at the red light barbeque restaurant after training, all the times he and Shitai had attempted to find out Waruku's gender, the first time Waruku had called him 'otouto'. Naruto felt tears running down his cheeks and did nothing to stop them, and he made up his mind. Waruku had done so much for him, the least Naruto could do was build him a grave marker and offer a prayer for him to Jashin-sama.

The tears seemed to have momentarily purged the guilty feeling in his chest and, now determined, Naruto began to gather stones to make a small alter. After stacking the stones into a small pile, he began to search for a round, flat stone to put at the top and serve as a headstone. After nearly twenty minutes of searching he found the perfect stone, it was light grey, oval in shape, roughly a foot long and three inches thick. He meticulously carved Waruku's name and Jashin's holy symbol deep into the stone and placed it on top of the alter. As soon as he was sure that the stone would not fall, he dropped to his knees, gripped his rosary tightly and bowed his head.

'Jashin-sama, I don't exactly know what ritual or prayers to offer when someone dies, and Aijin-hime said that you look down on suicide, because it's giving up and that's a sign of weakness. But I beg of you to spare Waruku from the consequences of his actions, because he was a good man and a good friend. I know you said that you had uses for me so I beg of you to do me this one thing and I will follow whatever plan you have in store for me…'

Naruto stopped praying, his eyes were still closed but something felt different, something felt…off.

"Child…" an unmistakably cold, hollow voice, the sound of wind whistling through a crypt, spoke from behind Naruto and he whipped around. Shitai was floating several inches off the ground, body ram-rod straight and his head cocked at an unnatural angle. His formerly blue hair was a shimmering iridescent purple/black color and his eyes were emitting ethereal white-blue light.

"Child, you offer me your services as if they were yours to give. But they are NOT! You are mine to command, you have been mine from the day of your convergence, and you will be mine until the day I call you into the Abyss to join me! However, you're willing cooperation will make things go more smoothly, so I will spare Waruku my wrath on one condition."

"Anything!" Naruto said quickly

A smile twisted Shitai's face into something predatory and a laugh echoed from his mouth and seemed to reverberate in the air, "I love it when they say that. One of my most faithful has been asleep, waiting for the day he can help restore my empire to its former glory. When the time comes you will listen to the silent one and awaken him," He paused and stared at Naruto, grin falling from his face and a look of deadly seriousness replaced it, "…Do not fail me child, even an Elder is expendable."

With that the ethereal light faded from Shitai's eyes, and his hair returned to blue. He fell bonelessly to the ground, and Naruto rushed over to him. Miraculously he was still asleep and despite his shocked state, Naruto chuckled, only Shitai could sleep through something that big.

Suddenly the weight of everything that had happened today seemed to flood into his body, and he felt exhaustion weighing down his eyelids like bricks. He leaned back against the tree nearest him, closed his eyes and promptly passed out.

When Naruto woke up, he became aware of three things without even having to open his eyes.

One) the bark of the tree was digging uncomfortably against his bare back

Two) he could hear the crackle of a fire and smell the cooking of fish and cigarette smoke.

Three) Shitai was singing softly:

"Yesterday I lost my closest friend

Yesterday I wanted time to end

I wonder if my heart will ever mend

I just let you slip away"

There was a brief pause and the sound of a lighter being ignited. Another pause and then the sound of him exhaling

"Maybe I'll never see you smile again

Maybe you thought that it was all pretend

All these words I could never say

I just let them slip away."

Naruto opened his eyes and observed the scene. It was either night or very early morning, and the sky twinkled with stars. Shitai was sitting on his coat in front of a roaring fire, shadows doing a strange and erratic dance over his face, smoking and whittling something with a small pearl handled pocketknife.

"You're awake," Shitai observed calmly. He gestured vaguely to the spit over the fire, "breakfast will be ready soon."

Naruto stood, walked over to the fireside, and plopped down on the ground next to him. "What time is it?" he asked sleepily

"About four," he noticed Naruto eyeing the thing in his hands, "I saw the shrine you made, so I decided to carve a flute to leave, ya know as a tribute, Waruku liked music."

"Look Shitai, I'm sorry. It's my fau—"

"It is NOT your fault, runt" Shitai cut him off, "if anything it was my fault, I shouldn't have let him go, I should have put a stop to his crazy plan."

Naruto opened his mouth to offer some comforting words, but Shitai stood and cut him off, "food's ready, take care of it while I finish, will you?"

Naruto, hesitated, still debating about whether or not he should offer any words of comfort, but at the sharp look Shitai gave him he turned and began to pull the fish off the spit.

Shitai sat down quietly, and flicked his still smoldering cigarette butt into the fire.

"I looked around and got my bearings while you were asleep. We're only about three days away from the Oak Temple, and that's if we walk."

Naruto nodded to confirm he had heard and Shitai reached over and grabbed a couple of fish.

"I tried to clean your shirt, by the way. It still reeks like fish though; we'll have to get you a new one."

Naruto nodded once more, and they lapsed into a sad silence. This silence lasted for the majority of the day, from when they extinguished the fire, and when Naruto climbed onto Shitai's back and they took off so fast that it took Naruto's breath away.

The next two days were unremarkable, only running and eating, taking a couple hours each day to sleep. It was monotonous, and Naruto fell into a daze, which was abruptly interrupted around noon on the third day of they're journey.

They had stopped in front of a tree that looked almost identical to the trees around it; it had the same bark, and the same leaves. Completely identical, except for a thin, almost unnoticeable line at about waist height.

"Hop down Naruto" Shitai said, his voice hoarse from almost three days of disuse

Naruto complied and Shitai walked forward and pushed on the bark just above the black line. The bark swung inward and upward out of sight, and a latch clicked. He climbed in and gestured for Naruto to climb in after him.

Naruto climbed in and looked around. The inside of the tree had been hollowed out and was completely bare except for a small circle carved into the wood opposite the entrance. Shitai pulled the bark back into place and the inside became pitch black.

*CLICK*

*CLICK*

Shitai succeeded in igniting his lighter and the space became illuminated with a flickering orange light. With one hand he shook his rosary from his wrist and pressed the symbol into the carved out space. With a harsh grinding sound and a jolt the compartment began to move.

"Holy Crap! What's happening?" Naruto asked, panicking slightly.

"We're moving" Shitai deadpanned.

"Well no shit we're moving, but how? Seriously what the hell?"

Shitai smiled for the first time in days and said:

"Ah, I remember, I freaked out the first time I rode this thing too. Calm down runt, it's just a lift, we're perfectly safe."

The lighter snapped shut and they continued grinding downward in darkness.

Five minutes later the tree lift shuddered to a halt. Shitai pushed it open and stepped out into the Oak Temple's atrium. The atrium's floor was almost a solid, twisting mat of tree roots and the walls and ceiling were the same. In the middle of the atrium there was a large, winding, and undoubtedly old angel oak. On the trunk of the tree there was a carving of Jashin, looking almost exactly as Naruto had seen him; but instead of armor he was clad in loose fitting robes.

A man wearing robes the same color as the tree's bark, was sitting cross-legged on one of the ground level branches and puffing on a small pipe.

"High Priest Hoshuha-sama, we have come on a pilgrimage and ask that you grant us use of your temple." Shitai spoke formally and stiffly as if reading from a script, freshly lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Bah, there's no need for such formalities, come closer Shitai-kun let me get a look at you" The High Priest's voice sounded hoarse and wispy at the same time. It was an odd sound and Naruto's interest was piqued. He followed Shitai up to the branch where the Priest sat and tried to study him as much as he could without seeming rude.

The man's deep hood cast shadow over the upper half of his face, but intelligent sliver eyes were still visible. And Naruto found his gaze being drawn to the Priest's neck. The man's neck had a long and slightly jagged scar on it, stretching from one side to the other and another scar went diagonally across the right corner of his mouth.

His mouth twisted into a scowl as silver eyes locked onto the cigarette in Shitai's hand and the scar distorted the look even further.

"Still carrying on with that awful habit, are you?" he asked, sounding irritated. Shitai said nothing, but took another deep drag on his cigarette. Hoshuha's silver eyes surveyed the atrium, briefly locking onto Naruto and then moving on.

"Are you really here on a pilgrimage, Shitai-kun? Or is this another one of your hunts for Saisho no Jiin."

"I'm actually on a pilgrimage this time. This is Naruto, he's the newest convert of our temple, and it's his first pilgrimage."

Hoshuha seemed to ignore this and continued to look around the atrium, absently puffing on his pipe

"The rule of three's still applies, yes? Then where is the third?"

Shitai frowned, "He…died on the way here…fighting Kyoju-sha," he said sadly

"hhhmmm…so you need a new traveler, one that could protect you from Kyoju-sha"

"No, Kyoju-sha is DEAD!," he spat the words out vehemently, "Waruku died to defeat him, he is dead, DEAD, do you fucking understand me!"

Silver eye's narrowed and Hoshuha jabbed his pipe at him angrily: "show some respect boy, I am a High Priest. Just because we are on friendly terms does not mean you can show such blatant disrespect. And do not allow your grief to blind you to facts, Kyoju-sha is a god, a weak god, but a god none-the-less. The container may be destroyed, but the spirit lives on."

Shitai said nothing, but glowered angrily at Hoshuha, and Naruto could practically feel the anger radiating off him. Seemingly unaffected, the Priest stood from the branch and held out a hand, "give me your rosaries, I will complete my part of the ritual as you complete yours. We will talk more afterwards."

For a moment Shitai looked like he would refuse, but then he growled slightly and wrenched the rosary from his wrist. Naruto removed his rosary, albeit more peacefully than Shitai, and placed it into the priests waiting hand.

They had just finished their three hour ritual when the priest returned, placing the rosaries over their heads. the rosaries looked almost the same as they had when they had been taken, except that one of the beads to the right of the symbol had changed color into the color of tree bark.

Hoshuha noticed Naruto fingering the bead curiously, and answered his unasked question, "the bead will return to its original color when the pilgrimage ends, as of now it is simply a marker to show that you have gone to one temple of three."

He turned to Shitai, "you have thought about what I said, yes?"

"Yeah…and I'm sorry for freaking, its…well tough, ya know? If Kyoju-sha isn't dead, that would mean that he died for nothing and that's…that's fucked up ya know?"

"He died to protect the people he cared about; some would say that that is one of the more honorable ways to die."

"There is no honor death, regardless of how you die" Shitai muttered darkly

"hhhmmm…perhaps. Follow me"

"Why?"

"You need another traveler to complete the rule of three's. I have the perfect one."

Hoshuha turned and began to walk around to the other side of the tree. On the other side of the tree there was a narrow winding staircase made of roots, starting at the base of the tree and winding downwards into shadows. They descended the staircase and found themselves at the end of a narrow hallway, lit by dim ethereal light.

"So who exactly is this person?" Naruto asked curiously

"What? Oh, I suppose I should give you some information, yes?"

"Well his name is Sairento, and he showed up at the temple shortly after Hidan-san left. This was several months after he attacked his village, and Sairento had been hired by the survivors to track Hidan down and assassinate him. See Sairento came from a small but vicious assassin family from the southern coast called the Black Thorne. Nasty group of heathens, ritualistically cut the vocal chords of their members, to make them quieter, you see. I heard that they were recently wiped out by a nearby ninja village, but I'm getting off topic, yes? By the time Sairento found the temple, Hidan had left and he attacked me, mistaking me for him. He nearly beat me, and that was years and years ago when I was in my prime, gave me these scars," he gestured to the scars with his pipe and continued his story, "came this close to taking my head off, but I managed to trap him with the Curse Technique. But back then I was constantly experimenting with old, almost forgotten, Jashinist techniques and decided to try one out on him. It was called Curse Technique: Undead Servant, but I messed up one the hand signs and the result was rather…unique."

"So you're giving us a zombie?" Shitai asked flatly, "You're kidding right?"

"Zombie is a rather crude word, he is undead yes, but he's not some mindless drone. He retained his intelligence, skills, chakra, and techniques after reanimation; although that may be from me botching the hand signs, since none of the texts mention something like that happening. But again, I am getting off topic, yes? The point of the matter is you need, what will essentially be a bodyguard, and Sairento is perfect for the position. He can't feel pain, is bound to follow orders, and is strong enough to have nearly defeated a High Priest."

Hoshuha turned right into a short hallway and walked up to the archway at the end. The room beyond the archway was covered in shadows and the dim ethereal light only illuminated a foot into the room. He clapped once, and the shadows began to writhe. Several strings of shadows broke off from the mass and began to pool at the edge of the light. A shape, incredibly pale and skeletally thin, began to rise up from the pool of shadows.

The man that had risen from the floor stood at over six feet and towered over Shitai. His body was so thin it appeared to be a skeleton with a thin layer of skin stretched over it. He was dressed in a form fitting western style black three piece suit with thin grey pinstripes; the black tie he wore had Jashin's symbol emblazoned on it in grey. His eyes were completely black with only an ethereal white-blue ring marking the place where his iris would begin, and his face was framed by shoulder length black hair that was parted in the middle.

"Now then," Hoshuha muttered "Naruto is the newest convert, so he is the one in need of protection, yes? Sairento hold out your hand, Naruto grab his hand."

"What? No way! I'm not grabbing a dead guy's hand" Naruto exclaimed

Hoshuha ignored his outburst and seized his hand, pulling it against the dead man's hand and intertwining their fingers. His lips began to move silently and a warm feeling began to tingle in Naruto's palm. Thin shadows emerged from Sairento's fingertips and began to wrap around their clasped hands, rotating slowly, inches off their skin. Hoshuha's lips stopped moving and the shadows stopped rotating. Suddenly they all surged towards the back of Naruto's hand and he screamed in pain. It felt like someone had placed a white hot brand against the back of his hand. The world darkened and he had to fight to remain conscious. Then just as suddenly as the pain had started, it stopped and Naruto yanked his hand back, cradling it protectively against his chest. He was vaguely aware of Shitai shouting at Hoshuha, demanding to know what the hell he had just done; but his focus was on the back of his hand where a small black thorn appeared to have been burned into his skin.

"What the hell did you just do to him?" Shitai shouted, enraged.

Hoshuha puffed his pipe absently and studied the back of his own hand, "Yes, the transference appears to have worked," he murmured, and then raised his voice, "I did nothing to harm the boy Shitai-kun, I simply transferred control of Sairento over to him."

"Transferred control? What the hell does that mean!?"

"It means that Sairento is bound to obey and protect the boy, now would you calm down; you're panicking more than the boy is"

"Wait…wait…you mean that I'm in control of him now?" Naruto asked, pointing a shaking hand at Sairento. Neither the Priest nor Shitai responded but Sairento gave a single slow nod, his strange eyes never leaving Naruto's face.

"Now then, I assume you'll need supplies. Warmer clothing, weapons, food and the like?" Hoshuha said, clamping his pipe back between his teeth.

"Y-yeah how'd you know?" Shitai asked, sounding surprised.

"Word of the newly found temple in Frost country has traveled fast. That is where you're headed, yes?"

"Yeah"

"Well then, follow me and I'll give you all the supplies you need."

Shitai looked slightly indignant, "you don't have to GIVE them to us we can pay, ya know."

"Don't worry about it; the temple has fallen off the pilgrim's path for most, so our store room has gotten a bit…crowded. Besides, Naruto has neither a shirt nor weapons; I would be remiss as a Priest to let a pilgrim travel in conditions like that. Come, come follow me"

He led them out into the hall and down another set of winding stairs. At the bottom of the staircase there was a plain wooden door. Hoshuha pushed open the door and Naruto (who had previously been looking between the thorn shaped burn on his hand and his new 'bodyguard') ceased all movement, jaw hanging open at what he saw.

The store room was huge, with long walls lined with tables bending under the weight of kunai holsters and senbon carriers packed full to bursting. Vicious looking weapons made of red metal were stacked under tables and leaned against walls. Headbands from almost every ninja village on the continent were resting on shelves organized by village. Flak jackets and uniforms hung under the shelf of their respective village and trunks full of village specific accessories and weapons took up the floor space underneath.

'Whoa, there are enough weapons in here to fight a war' Naruto thought. He pressed a finger lightly against the blade of a short sword leaned up against the wall next to him and hissed as the sharp red metal cut through his skin, 'and win it too.'

Hoshuha glanced back at them,

"Feel free to help yourself to anything you need, storage scrolls are in the unmarked chest in the far corner."

Shitai lit a cigarette and grinned, "I think I'm starting to remember why you're my favorite Priest Hoshuha-sama."

Hoshuha hummed neutrally and puffed on his pipe. Amused, they watched Naruto run back and forth, shoving equipment into his pack and showing his more childish side that had mostly been beaten out during Hidan's harsh training.

"Hey Shitai, how do I look?" Naruto asked excitedly, spinning around and showing off his new outfit.

Naruto was dressed in a black thermal shirt underneath a deep grey flak jacket and a pair of black shinobi pants. A kunai holster adorned each leg and his shins were wrapped in burnt orange tape and covered by shin guards. His sandals, which had been falling apart; had been replaced by a new pair in black, matching the rest of his outfit.

Shitai blew smoke out his nose and studied Naruto. He wouldn't have chosen burnt orange for the tape color but the runt seemed oddly attached to orange, so he wasn't going to complain (out loud). He smiled and said simply "you look pretty good runt".

Naruto beamed ecstatically.

After their visit to the store room they decided to stay at the temple for three days to rest before heading out again. During this time Shitai decided to teach Naruto how to climb a tree with chakra. He taught him the way shinobi had been taught for generations, by giving a brief explanation and then forcing him to practice until he reached the top of the tree.

It took seven trees, a handful of tantrums, and countless bruises and scrapes from falling; but by noon of the second day Shitai was confident that Naruto could make his way up a tree and dodge the occasional kunai without falling. The remainder of the time there was used to rest up and Naruto did his best to get used to his new bodyguard. Pragmatically he knew that having someone strong enough to protect him from Kyoju-sha was a good idea; but it was still off-putting to have a guard that made no noise and seemed to materialize and de-materialize into shadows.

On the third day they set out for the Land of Frost, packs laden down with food and storage scrolls. Shitai had estimated that it would only take a couple of days to reach the temple his friend had found, since it was right on the south-western coast and just inside the border. They chatted amiably as they traveled, stopping occasionally to drink from a stream.

The weather got progressively colder as they got closer to the coast and the landscape became flatter, dense forest trees gave way to pine trees and green grass turned to snow covered ground. Naruto didn't like the cold weather, but it didn't seem to deter Shitai; in fact it seemed to encourage him to move faster.

Tenshi had become obsessed with the Snow Temple. Every waking moment was consumed by thoughts of it, studying it, trying to learn from it. They had only found two rooms so far but he was convinced that there were more. He was currently in the second room, notebook in hand, and taking notes on the four stone statues that were emitting the strange red light.

"Excuse me, Tenshi-san"

Tenshi looked up from the statue he was studying but didn't stand, "yes, what is it?," he said irritably.

"Uh, three people have shown up at the campsite, they say that you sent for them."

"Ah, thank you," he stood up and slid the notebook into his coat, "I will see to them, keep the dig crew on task please."

"Yes, of course sir."

Tenshi pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and set off towards the campsite, whistling a happy tune through his teeth. He trotted down the maze of hallways and stepped into the atrium where his dig crew had set up camp.

"Shitai, I didn't think you would arrive for several more days."

Shitai jumped, surprised by the sudden noise and dropped his cigarette. He muttered a curse and picked it up from the ground before saying, "yeah, well we picked up the pace, ya know?"

"Of course, I should have known how excited you would be. Now, who are the other two with you?"

"Oh," He gestured to the blonde boy beside him, "this is Naruto our temple newest convert. And the other is Sairento, his bodyguard."

"Sairento? Hoshuha-sama's zombie?"

"He says that zombie is a crude word, but yeah"

"I've heard about him, would you allow me to study him? It would be a great opportunity"

"Yeah, sure but first show us what you found. Your message said it was a major discovery and I've been dying to see it."

"Ah, of course. Follow me, you're going to love this."

Tenshi turned and began to lead them through the maze of corridors talking all the while:

"As you've seen Snow temple is lit by this red light which we have taken to calling Blood Lights. The name started out from the dig crew describing the color of the light but from what we've found is that the light actually may be fuelled by blood. You see, the entrance requires a blood sacrifice to open, which is a testament to how bloodthirsty ancient Jashinists were. If we hadn't propped open the door one of you would have, well anyway… Some temple's still use blood sacrifices of course, but those only use a small amount of blood; this temple requires a body's worth of blood, a human sacrifice basically."

He pushed open the thick double doors to the second room and pointed to the statues:

"You see those owl statues? The light comes from there and what our theory is, is that there are tubes underneath the ice and whenever a sacrifice is made, the blood travels through the tubes and into the statues, fueling the light. That doesn't explain how the light has continued to work when it appears we are the first ones here in centuries but…as I said it is only a theory. But that is not what I wanted to show you. Those symbols carved onto each level, we're still not certain what the full translation is but what we've gotten so far is: FAITH GIVES POWER OVER DEATH. Which we originally thought was about Jashin's Great Gift, but when we scratched away the frost from the bottom level we discovered something very different. You know of course, that even those with Jashin's Great Gift will die without nutrition, but,"

Tenshi paused and gestured for them to come down and look into the ice at the bottom, they looked down and Shitai cursed and Naruto's jaw dropped. There was a man underneath the translucent ice, dressed in the same black armor with skeletal markings that Naruto had seen in his vision. His white hair was braided and his eyes were closed but his breath was fogging up the underside of the ice. Tenshi smiled widely at their reactions and pushed his glasses up his nose before saying,

"A journal we found in the atrium says that this man's name is Kenmeina Fukuro. He has been buried in this ice without food or water for centuries and somehow he is still alive. So far we haven't been able to free him from the ice, chipping it and trying to melt it didn't work, but when we do we will be able to learn so much. And if we're right about his age, he'll likely know the location of Saisho-no-Jiin, provided it exists of course."

ok so the revisions are finished and i have started on a new chapter, so thanks for waiting for me. and would be an ass if i asked for fanart? probably...nevermind.

back on track, new chapter on the way and i thank you for sticking with me

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