| [Dec. 8th, 2011|08:41 am] |
It took them until past midnight to reach the derelict temple grounds. The snow had finally stopped falling, and an eerie quiet loomed over the drift-encased temple structures. The freshly disturbed ground where the underground bunker had collapsed was entirely hidden under the thick blanket of snow.
“By that statue,” Pakkun said. He jumped down from Asuma’s broad shoulders and lurched through snow that came to his belly, towards a toppled-over stone lantern and a stern-faced Buddha. When he got there, he stuck his nose into a tiny crevice, then jerked it out again. “Kakashi’s alive. I can feel his chakra, but I can’t smell anything. It’s all dust and blood.”
“Can you get back in?” Ibiki asked. Dust and blood were all he could remember from that collapsed Kusa bunker, too. And later, the stench of decomposing corpses. It was too cold here for that. |
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