Continue to the sand

"Aaagh! Agh! Aaa…" The screams echoed in the small concave fissure we found ourselves in. The storms outside harrowing the sound, reverberating to reflect on our hiding place in shocked alarm. The place we were fortunate to find, split and lifted from the rest of the even plains that were the long pass to sand, an unexpected blessing when we saw the storms coming.

I had just woken from shallow dreams, lingering memories, of my lost comrades. In the Anbu, there were few we could call friend, but the friends I found were now dead. I woke from my half sleep, the sleep of a ninja, with the screams caught in my ears like the kunai in my hand.

I cuffed a hand around the sand ninja's mouth and held my kunai up, looking ahead. "Naoki, where is Arjies" he woke up and his eyes narrowed in on the point of my weapon before the sense of my words made him shift his eyes, indicating a direction. "I don't see him there… Get up! We have to move"

My company didn't have the heightened senses I possessed. They couldn't hear the screaming in the howls of the wind, they were deafened by the strength of the storm and couldn't hear the voice rattling in fear. Arjies!

As Gaidra of the 25th elite teams, no matter what I endured, I must complete my mission! As I am Shinobi, as I am Gaidra Erito, and my team was taken from me.

I stepped out into the storm

"We must find Arjies, and then we are leaving, the storm cannot hold us from our mission." She spoke with such confidence that I couldn't even discourage her. Walking out into a sand storm wasn't an idea, it wasn't something you would think of doing, it was just not done. I was someone who trained in the sand. I wasn't juvenile but I knew that something's about the desert, you fear regardless of age or experience. There was a strong determination, an instinct telling me to say something, but she was Shinobi, and she was… Gaidra.

I said it anyway, "The storms of the desert are a force that kill many shinobi!" I shouted over the winds, the sand beating on my face with the bandana round my mouth keeping the dirt out. "We wouldn't be the first to make that mistake again, it wouldn't be wise to underestimate it." Even as I did this, even as I questioned her command, I packed my things.

Gaidra made our choices for the group, it was her words that determined our course. Her say was unparalleled "I can sense the limits of the storm, nearby." She looked at me as she spoke, sharp eyes that made every vulnerability feel exposed. "I probed the storm while Arjies and you slept" I rubbed at my neck, feeling how open it was to attack, like my argument and judgment of her choices for us. Underestimating her, was death, it wasn't unwise it was just opposed to living.

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Further into the storm I began to hear the screams Gaidra mentioned to me. I couldn't hear what woke her, but she made it sound urgent and I did not know where Arjies was. We closed in on the screams, we both made our weapons ready.

A wondering shadow walked within the winds. The outline of a person, wailed like a restless spirit, in the sand storm it drifted about the ground like a phantom. The screams of shadows, the shrieks of storms, the weeping of winds, the wrenching of waning spirits, the horror of a storm mage turning the storm. When finally we came closer, the face of the demon in the storm was revealed.

"Arjies! Hey! Arj-" I reached out to grab him, but a smoke like mist enveloped him and carried him away from reach. "How inexplicable, I think his asleep!" I turned to Gaidra, who confirmed with a slight tilt of her head.

"You will have to wake him, I do not know much about his abilities and you are his team mate." This was another test, Gaidra was 'testing' us throughout our journey. It was uncommon for two strong ninja villages to assign missions with mixed teams. The possibility of being ambushed and betrayed was too great an opportunity to forfeit all together. Ninja villages that did assign joined efforts would often weigh that possibility in their favour, assigning their strongest to accompany the weaker allied ninja. This further stimulated the temptation to cripple your ally; killing their strongest ninja and offering a different enemy as the cause for their deaths.

I adjusted my stance, trying to keep myself as grounded as possible "Wind style; Aftershock!" I couldn't touch him, and shouting didn't seem to wake him, so I opted for something different. The aftershock displaced the sand around us, a boom of clear air and deafening sound replaced the roar of the storm surrounding us. Everything free, everything untethered, was ripped and flung away from the radius of my jutsu, replacing it was the searing ringing in the clearing.

"Gaara!" His Name was stretched out as I awoke to say it. The terror in my scream and screech of my own voice disturbed me. I heard his name eco before sand fell from the sky like rain, dampening the sound of my dread confirmed. I was in the sand. When we passed from leaf (land of fire), into Valley (Land of Rain) I still had my doubts that we would really make it to the sand. It was not a doubt in truth, but a secret hope that something would turn our path away. My memories of Gaara haunted me, but now it was too late.

"Gaara a ninja from the land of sand" Gaidra stated, staring blankly at me, "Your fears are not misplaced. He is a ninja who isn't perturbed by the prospect of killing foe nor ally" The storm's full strength was returning and once again, Naoki and Gaidra walked ahead of me, leaving me to trail after. I felt like a child under their journeys end. They were my elders, but I felt younger even more so for the way I was treated. The idea that I was afraid wasn't even shocking to them, it was so easily accepted; expected. It was disheartening but so far I cannot see any clue as to it being a lie. I am weak, and though I cannot compete against such a theory, I will contradict it with every step.

On our journey into the sand we came by a small nameless village, Gaidra disappeared during this period returning with a destination and renewed determination; we were told she found new information concerning the missing message she was to deliver. Naoki mostly remained with me, not fully sure of my intentions, before leaving to forge the rubber end of his pencil; he still needed to craft the graphite and wood that would hold it. I remained, solely; exploring the world outside the hidden leaf was all I wanted to do. If ever we split up, I was sure Gaidra would track us down and possibly that was something neither of us wanted.

The Leaf was a Ninja Village surrounded by trees, but the land of Gaara was a village surrounded by nothing but desolate sand. Our protection was in our ability to glide through the trees with ease and the fact that our forests all looked alike made the terrain a maze of confusion. Their protection was much harsher, a lack of water, direction and the weather it's self was as likely to kill a shinobi as any other threat to a ninja. We were lucky in that we had a guild, Naoki, and a high level Anbu to make the expedition easier lived.

As we closed in on the mirage of the Sand Village in the blistering distance heat, a question met my lips.

"Gaidra" she turned on me on the call of her name, but this time I persisted. "From my understanding, you intend to find your missing scroll within the Sand and there after complete your mission?" I kept my gaze in line with her eyes, I did not break from them even as they sharped; threateningly. As I focused in on her gaze I wondered, does she intentionally utilize killing intent, or is it just passively supplied among the Anbu.

"The message is to be delivered to the sand, even if it is they who stole it. This was entrusted to me" She looked to Naoki, her hands straining against the hilt of a kunai, but her forward march continued after the brief resentment was through. I wondered, what did she hear from the village we stopped by, was it a sand ninja who interrupted the conveyance of this message, killing her team?

This time Naoki spoke before I could come to another question that might earn me a glance at my own death. "If it is the sand who interrupted this message, I will consult the elders with you" Gaidra's response was certainly unexpected, she bowed, ever so slightly but still she showed a sign of respect for Naoki's offer. Now I understood it, I was the child and these were two adults, two real ninja proceeding with a mission.

"Do… ninja of your level have such power with in the sand?" I cleared my throat and tried again to ask my question. "Would they be swayed by your appeal?" We continued to walk, the walls of the sand village appearing as a mirage far ahead.

Gaidra stopped walking, along with Naoki, I was the only one left wondering why. He answered my question. "Over the last ten years the sand Village have allowed ninja of 'my level' to be teachers. We have no Jounin instructors, instead we have Chunin. Squads are formed at an earlier age and sensei aren't assigned but instead picked by the students, willingly subjecting themselves to the teachings of the sensei they choose. I am treated as if I were of Jounin level your leaf, our standards for ninja are higher and more is asked" There was a hidden clash happening between my comrades, sparks within the breeze, I could smell the dry fury of it.

I shifted my feet and clasped my hands together, fearing setting off a conflict by mistakenly grabbing my kunai pouch in a threatening manner. A thought hit my lips before I remembered to keep it a secret. "Hey! We don't have Jounin instructors either, not enough anyway. I have never had one…" Alarmed! I couldn't think what to do next. It was unlikely in the Leaf village that a ninja without a sensei would ever be allowed on a solo mission.

The Anbu was the first to strike, shifting the sands with an Earth jutsu, she pushed her two foes away from the stretched view of the Sand Village. Trying to limit what the Sand Ninja could see, it would be against her advantage if they send out a party to investigate the casting off of jutsu's outside their walls. With her hands pressed in against the ground, she shot off in an immediate sprint for Naoki who formed hands seals into his own technique.

Before his hands could sum up their effect, he was knocked from his feet. Gaidra throw off 3 kunai at the place where he lay, but in response he rolled away throwing off his own kunai at her. Arjies struggled to act, looking between the two, leaf and sand. Which one did he choose to aid? How, why, when? These were the questions that staggered his willingness to act.

He still didn't know the intentions of Naoki, but he likewise didn't know what Gaidra wanted in him; Why attack? If there was some way to stop the fighting, Arjies didn't know it, instead he did what any child would do when he saw his parents fighting.

"Stop fight!" He said near tears, but the breaking of his voice as he said it made him realise something. I'm not a child, he confronted himself with that image. That he was a ninja, not a child, he was someone who learnt for many years 'the art of killing', 'the intentions of stealth', 'the whispers of death'. He strengthened himself, recalling the novels he had to read during his time in the academe, the novels he enjoyed. Books of fighting arts, arts of assassination and Intel gathering, arts of weapons and trap making, finally he said internally to himself, I am a ninja and a threat.

Like an angry mist, he breathe out a red gust. "You cannot turn away from me, simply ignore me like I am not here!" He crushed the bones within his sore hand, clenching it into a fist. "You forget that I am Ninja too" the red mist settled on the foes before him, comrades turned enemy, and as he turned his hand inwards they thrashed and burned in pain.

The anger faded from his eyes, the rage blinding him lifted on the sounding of his companions raving in pain.

Naoki was first to speak "I yield" He turned over onto his back, pulling a pouch of kunai free. "I wasn't supposed to be in the Leaf, Ninja are not free to roam outside their Villages unless they are assigned missions." Of course in Arjies case abridged defence rule were in acted. "I am a missing nin in the Sand but without the craft of my weapon, my ability as an asset to the Sand would fail me to serve less so to the best of my ability" He lay their silently, justified in his actions and confession.

Gaidra spoke next; she too was crippled by my spell of rage. "The tension I felt on the day of our meeting, and the days after, told me you were not allies but friends, friends who could slip easily into slitting each other's throats. A deceptive conflict that you each did not want to admit, and after the journey and through my trials, I concluded that the Sand was not a Village you wanted to visit. Nor were you assigned ninja, too many factors played in against your actions. A weak ninja appointed with a strong, a mission of 2 ninja instead of six as expected of a joined operation." She too reached for her kunai pouch, throwing it ahead of herself once she realised Arjies was not letting go of his jutsu. "Naoki's vast talents of many different jutus, told me he was not of Sand origins and likely wouldn't be as trusted with such a mission under the pretence that he may be a spy. Your lack of a willingness to explore and wonder helped me realise that you are inexperienced with leaving the leaf, no ninja village would assign you on such an experience demanding mission."

Finally it was Arjies turn to speak. He spoke of all the things that transpired, of how he was captured by Naoki and the agreement not to tell Gaidra of their arrangement or of the Vendetta between Sand and Leaf. Gaidra was at first shocked by the news of the Hokages death, but then she explained what her mission was. Gaidra and her squad were assigned a mission to send a tribute to the sand, a message of peace and renewed allegiance. However, her squad was betrayed by an infiltration unit, one single man by the name of Kabuto. On hearing the name Arjies recalled a man Kabuto with in the Chunin exams, he explained the various card tricks Kabuto demonstrated and that knowledge was catalogued and recorded by Gaidra. She continued to say, on tracking down Kabuto, the last of her team were killed by outcast Ninja, hired by whoever Kabuto worked for. The ploy was to make it seem the whole of the leaf envoy sent to deliver the tribute, were killed by Sand Shinobi, Gaidra's attack on Naoki was because she believed him to be one of the same men. Naoki added that this maybe why the sand was so easily gulled into betraying the leaf, and in fact, their KazaKage was killed even before the assault on Konoha, possible their envoy of peace too.

Arjies continued, explaining further, adding in the knowledge he now knew was more prevalent to the betrayal. He told them of who had killed the Hokage, Orochimaru, and he told them of the sound shinobi that helped in the attack of the village along with Gaara. Naoki stated that it was thought that Gaara could only be controlled by his father, for his father was the one to tell him who to attack, being a Jinchuuriki this gave the kazekage a powerful command over a powerful weapon, but now especially, Gaara was completely free to destroy whoever he pleased.

I let go of the hold I had over them, a jutsu I did not know I possessed, a torture jutsu? "Ok, so what are we going to conclude here?" I knelt down to retrieve Gaidra's kunai pack for her, it was suspiciously light; empty. I looked up, she revealed the kunai she had ready.

Gaidra's eyes sparked death again, murder in every syllable. "Your Justus are unique, as well as you, not someone to disregard, nevertheless we must never overstate the control we believe we possess." She lightly lifted the kunai pouch from my hand as I shifted to look at Naoki.

"Never use that jutsu on me again!" He had his weapons ready too. Perhaps I lacked the control I thought I possessed, but I'm glad they chose to debate the topic rather than killing me or each other, although perhaps they were only of the concern not to shed more of my deadly blood.

"The sand has sent an envoy to meet us." Gaidra indicated, "Our conflict must have warranted the Villagers attention." She pointed giving a general area to the person we could not see by naked eye, only for the clouds of sand that followed after.

"Should we meet this person?" I asked Naoki. It was a genuine question. There were many things wrong with being discovered. Gaidra and I were Leaf ninja, a now enemy of the Sand. Naoki was a missing nin and would be prosecuted, or possible just executed, I did not really know the procedures of the Sand. The most important detail was who was coming to meet us? A single individual could mean messenger?

"It is Gaara of the sand" The subtlety of her voice made the name sound pleasant yet it was the person that name was attached to which violated my conviction to stand there waiting.

"Curse these cracks that must be ever filled with more gaps, so that the ground I stand on be constantly filled with hovels I must leap." Naoki looked at me mumbling to myself.

He seemed quite calm by the news, even though he sharped his kunai to the approach. "Curses hey? You know how those things work?" He turned to me, slightly hunched as he inspected his kunai. "When you use curses like that, you're not uttering a curse to the event, but cursing yourself"

Gaidra seemed interested by the topic herself, "Curse these cracks" she mimicked, "That must be ever filled with more gaps" she smiled earning a chuckle from Naoki, their earlier conflict proving incapable of stopped them from poking fun at me. "Yes, I agree, your merely authorizing an empowerment on the curse itself, further enhancing its effects."

"Fine, we'll fight Gaara then, and if we all don't die you can tell me whether my curse was a blessing or an empowerment of bad luck." I folded my arms and stared them down seriously, but they laughed and laughed at my firm tone, What a….Pack of wolfs….

Gaara of the sand approached them, leisurely, he did not appear concerned by the invite of leaf or sand to the Village. Arjies only had the tales of Naruto and the events in the forest of death, to fortify his understanding of who Gaara was. Naoki knew Gaara as a member of his Village, but as to whether this changed the fear Gaara embodied was yet known. Gaidra as Anbu knew of Gaara's visage to the Mist village where solely he monstrously erased a whole class of genin from existence, this while under the age of 7 himself. The tales of Gaara knew him well, stretching anger across his face even when he kept his tone mute, it was hard to look at him and see anything but monster.

Yet now Gaara did not display any of the violence that knew him. "You have voyage to the sand?" His voice groaned out in one single tone, almost a whisper yet loud enough to hear.

"I am Gaidra Erito of the 25th elite teams." Gaidra bowed, introducing herself but never lifting her eyes off Gaara. "I bear a message for the Elders of the Sand and whoever now holds leadership of the Village."

"Then you know of my father's death" he said with wraith like speech, standing firm in place, and almost statue to his own announcement of his father's death.

"Yes Gaara, they know of the Kazakage's death" Naoki stepped forward as if Gaara had not noticed his presence before.

"Naoki" Gaara rasped, "The Anbu hunt you as we speak" He had little concern for the prospect. "And another Leaf Ninja" He shifted his head to look at Arjies who felt unnerve enter through his nostrils and fill his chest

Unintentionally I gasped, he was looking at me. "I am Arjies" I took to formality bowing as well. "You might remember me from the Chunin exams." He stared at my face, his eyes slightly widening, and an eerie unease settled in under my skin.

He paused, closing his eyes, as he seemed to recollect the chunin exams "Yes" He breathed. "I vaguely remember you" his emotions seemed slightly heightened by the mention of the event, and that appeal made me gulp in remembrance of the slaughter he caused.

Gaidra turned attention to herself, removing a scroll with the Hokage's signet imprint sealing it, the same message we thought was lost. "This scroll is from our Kage, the Hokage, who was also felled in battle against our common enemy" Gaara leaned over it, inspecting the seal of authentication, before pulling back to remain motionless again.

"You Kage is dead?" The black around his eyes turned white with his widened stare, an almost shocked expression. "Then your Village is vulnerable to attack as well" The alteration of the announcement slipping from his face as his mood returned to mute once again. It was as if Gaara's natural manner was empty, and every time he felt a feeling that feeling would slowly drain to return once again to nothing.

"Do we have passage to the Sand?" Gaara turned his attention to Gaidra's question "Will they open their gates in peace to us" He simply stared ahead at her and for a long moment none of us moved.

The ground around Gaara burst outward and 4 ninja ruptured from its realm. Brandishing chained weapons, they struck. Gaidra, thinking it an ambush, jumped back throwing off kunai in her retreat. The ninja struck the metal from the air, throw their weapons to form a pentagram around Gaara. Naoki struck the earth to form an earth wind mesh of defence around himself, Arjies and Gaidra. The ninja, who now were clearly assassins, somehow summoned water within the sand of the Desert; trapping Gaara in a water prison. He remained stiff, his arms folded and his eyes shut in concentration. All four attackers struck their hands into the water surrounding him and electricity exploded from it, turning the clear image of Gaara white as the water boiled.

"Sand Burial" A horse voice pronounced, the sand around the assassins came alive, smothering them in a single wave. "Sand Coffin!" The words were yelled with a distinct crack of pain, the form of the 4 bodies in the sand dissolved and soaked through with blood. They were suddenly no longer there.

"You!" Gaara threatened, his eyes now wild and angry, "Come to assassinate me." It wasn't a question and on saying it his voice subsided along with whispers of madness. The water prison subsided. He was standing in the same place, one hand folded into a fist, his expression calculated. "Sand Army" speaking the words the ground began to shift and forms pulled themselves from it's domain, cascading with sand. Dust within the air lifted from their bodies, as they stood restless. Swaying, looking without eyes, they waited for instructions as the winds blew throw the field and army of sand. "Attack!" Gaara pointed at us, the beings made from sand beckoned by the power of Gaara, all shifted their attention to us. Wheezing, a terrible rattle and hollow sound, they howled with haunting aggression and attacked.

I could not believe it! Gaara had an army, made from sand, and they were in the process of attacking us. Only Naoki's wall of wind and sand held them back, and he informed us that it would not hold for long. "What! I thought you said that your jutsu could blast on forever!" I recalled, remembering his 'Earth-Wind style; debry storm', a boast he once made.

"Different jutsu" He grunted, holding the barrier must have been a strain to endure, the constant beating of the sand army draining him of chakra.

Gaidra cast a jutsu into place, striking her hands against the ground turning it into stone. "We have to make ground he can't use" She formed a new series of hand seals as she spoke. "If he wanted to kill us he would have just used the sand underneath" The argument she was making was unclear but she seemed to know how to deal with him. She sealed the ground just outside Naoki's wall in stone, driving up a barricade of rock around us.

Naoki released his hand seal and panted saying "We have to attack, the longer we delay the more chakra we spend." He flexed the pain from his fingers, caused by maintaining the jutsu "He has no limit" he added.

"As much as I love all of this" I mocked "What is the plan" they remained silent so being in a nerves situation and possibly death just up ahead, I continued to act obnoxious and distracting. "I mean we can't just go blasting out there, knocking down sand demons and yelling death threats." I began to gesture my argument "We have got, to have, a feasible, plan" knocking my hands together with every pause. "I mean if you saw the chunin exams, you would know punching Gaara in the face doesn't work" I emphasised the word 'face' remembering the lotuses kick received to it by Lee.

"And that electric jutsu didn't help those guys either" Naoki interrupted my banter

"I concur, electric arts and physical attacks do not work!" Gaidra sounded with her polished remark, enjoying the banging on deaths door we were making.

"We could always try knocking him out with some sort of poison, but I'm just judging here that none of us use poisons." I could hear the walls beginning to crack, but there was no point in reacting because we would have to wait for it to fall anyway in order to get out.

Naoki clicked his fingers "I've got it!" the walls crumbled down before he could announce the solution, "too late to explain…" He drove through a gab and started taking down sand golems. Gaidra and I did the same; there were a lot of these sand minions and very little room for anything else besides fighting.

"Gaara!" Naoki said, removing a sand man from existence using his eraser to eliminate the chakra in it. "Many see you not as a person, not as a being of man but a monster who kills and in all he does, shapes a desire, a hunger and sole purpose for murder" he ducked into a rolling dive, dodging more sand ninja attracted to the noise he was making and the outrage Gaara roared in response. "Yet I, I have always thought of you as a brother" Naoki's voice boomed as he raised it over the wails of the sand demons, declaring his affection for Gaara.

Gaara's eyes widened further, then narrowed only to widen again as he let out an agonising scream. "No!" he yelled, gasping in more breath to yell again. "I have no brothers, no blood that is equal to my own, no one loves me!" He directed more of his attention towards Naoki, Arjies cast off kunai in his comrade's defence but to no avail, the sand men were only destroyed by larger impacts.

"It is true, I love you too Gaara!" Arjies chimed, hearing the distress caused to Gaara by Naoki's plan. "In the forest of death I saw how you slaughtered many, cruelly and without emotion to their pain" Arjies skirted around using speed to avoid the monsters rather than strength to dispose of them, an effort to boost how long his chakra endured "Yet Gaara, I saw how the pain in you endured longer than the pain suffered by them. How it hurt you even as you lusted after the death of others. How you suffered. I cannot see evil in you, my friend" Arjies too let his tongue dip into emotion as he spoke, a boldly pronounced quaking in his throat.

Gaara once again screamed in agony, scratching at the mark on his head that read 'Love'

"I a master of many arts, have longed to hold you, to love you my friend Gaara" Naoki spoke, his words sounding of silk as he beat down sand demons, with beaded sweat all over his body. "Your suffering is a beauty I have never been able to hold. You shield yourself from my love with your cold hands and indifferent heart" He spun around, sand spraying from his fists whirling around him in awe "For Gaara, I love you for the pains that you endured, for the same hardships that would make others hate and fear you, I will love you"

Gaara's relinquished yet another yell of pain, the sand demons he controlled visible vibrating by the disorientation in Gaara's chakra. We were psychologically disabling him.

"I see it now" Gaidra's voice whispered out of nowhere, "I see the love I feel for you too" Suddenly she could be seen, a stark image of beauty entrancing in the display of sand scattered from her gambit within our death grounds. "You are so extraordinary, Gaara of the sand, even in this short time I have known you I already feel a fondness growing and my hands longs to hold you" I think she meant it, but I had the feeling that she wanted to hold/kill him

The sand demons were swarming, the gaps between their attack closing, our options were becoming very limited. The use of higher level jutsu's were now being implored by my companions, while I used the few explosive tags and thrusts empowered by my Impact density punches that were available to me. My chakra was very limited, my companions burnt up their spiritual and physical energy just as fast because of the power of their jutsus. Tens and twenties of the beasts were destroyed with each deafening strike, the vibrations could be felt in the earth as they fought.

Earth styles

Wind styles

Metal release!

In a flurry of knotted noises, metal flung into being and casted out from where Gaidra was. The air gonged with her jutsu supremacy, the sand demons waned in her wake, the attention of an S-ranked jutsu now focused on them. All of a sudden, the restless flow and movement of the sand...stopped.

"Do you concede defeat" Gaara offered, the skies grew dark, his throat hummed with aggression. Above us was an upsurge of sand, and endless mountain of its crushing power hung over us.

In the shadows we were cast under, Gaidra released her jutsu, the metal in the air becoming brittle and falling away. "My jutsu was never enough to defeat you Gaara of the sand, but my duty remains and I must complete my task, even unto death" her eyes growing sharp and her hands coming together to threaten her jutsu's reactivation.

"I am Gaara of the sand and I forfeit my judgement" He returned his arms to fold them again, imposing a prominence of command over us even as he relinquished his own misjudgement, the mountain of sand falling to the even plain again. "You were not sent to kill me, assassins hired for my death would have water and lightening arts, not earth, wind and steel" he held his arm up and swayed it across, the sand demons fell with his hand's past.

"My sand army was a test of your abilities" he confessed. "As ninja of the sand I hold the right to trial you" his spoke with a smooth death like voice. "I did not know if you were assassins, but as a representative, I could not kill you for the message you carried" He looked at Gaidra before continuing "That will be a judgement assigned by my leaders" he rasped as I gulped.

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