| [Mar. 12th, 2009|11:15 pm] |
You heard a lot of stories, being a shinobi. Saw a lot of shit. But death by demon fox (with a kid involved) just went straight off the scale of madness. And leaving the kid alive--
That sounded like the Old Man at work.
Asuma hitched his rucksack a little higher on his shoulder, wished he hadn't already smoked his last cigarette, and tried to touch base with reality. Home less than a week and he was starting to get a little tired of the tragedy. Tsume with her wounded dog and twisted chakra. Ginta with his crappy boyfriends and shadowed eyes. ANBU with its complete lack of curvy looking women...
"Anything else I oughta know about?" he asked, setting off down the hallway. "Demonic pigeon attack, maybe? Giant rabid stoats? Where'd the Fox even come from?" |
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