Masashi Yoshie, a mysterious, wandering samurai, traveled through valleys and up mountains trying to seek the ravaging white haired, red faced demon whom she suspects is the cause of the terror in the Land of the Rising Sun. Along her journey, she s...
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Peeking through the shapes of the mountains, the sun gleamed its marvelous light. The air remained cold as winter lingered along the massive terrain of the Land of Fire. It was hard to get up from one's slumber because the weight of the cold hung on the eyelids of human beings and animals alike. Despite the cold, hardworking individuals managed to fight the temptation of staying under their covers and began to prepare for the work of the day.
Unlike these individuals, ninjas donning black with animal masks leap from one building on to another. They were as swift as shadows and as invisible as the wind. Left unnoticed, the ninjas soon reached the Hokage's office where Jiraiya sat on his chair awaiting their arrival.
Though early, the man was wide awake and alert. It's been nearly two months since the leave of the samurai. He regretted not sending shinobi to watch her from the distance. But the blizzard was aggressive and may only hinder the investigation. He's been eagerly waiting for the report of the Anbu, the covert operatives of Konoha. Jiraiya prepared plans while he waited for the report of the four-man squad he had sent. He even had his selected teams wait on stand by. His curiosity and sense of wariness disturbed his line of operation. Imagining what Yoshie might have gone through was more than enough to convince him that something was going on.
Even Orochimaru agreed with the Hokage. And he wasn't the only one either. For the past so many days Naruto kept visiting the white-haired shinobi to consult about the samurai. Just like whoever took the samurai easily, the thought of the stone-turned heart occupied their minds.
Standing in a straight formation, the Anbu kneeled in respect of their Hokage after greeting him good morning. They waited for Jiraiya's instructions, but while waiting they remained silent. The Hokage sensed a grim report.
"Your report?" he finally asked.
Without hesitation, the man at the front stands up and hands the Hokage a scroll. Jiraiya instantly reads the report, and his eyes widened from shock. They narrow afterwards as beads of sweat roll down his forehead. He couldn't believe what he had read. Orochimaru felt anxious seeing his friend's reaction.
