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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How time flew by, they didn't know. Whether it was day or night, such knowledge was withheld. They couldn't hear the birds on a summer morning, nor the hooting owls that haunt the dark night. Like the prisoners they are, the only thing they've grown familiar with were the steel snakes crawling along the cavernous like room. The hiss of pipes became their roll call.
Strangely though, the man with wild, unkempt hair and a goatee seemed certain of time and the schedules their meals come. It was a mystery, but it only made them realize that he had been imprisoned long enough to count the hours and days.
The only one who seemed to know as Saizo, the most deadpanned and pessimistic prisoner the shinobi have encountered. But as he had revealed to them some time ago, he had been locked up in this prison for quite some time now. It'll be cruel to call him deadpanned and pessimistic in that outlook—it only proved that escaping wasn't possible.
Sakura refused this and for the next few days observed her crystalline prison. Every bit of nook and cranny her eyes could find had to have a weakness. There was no thing as a perfect prison, the pink-haired shinobi was sure of it. One good thing she realized was the fact that guards didn't stay posted in their prison room. Apparently, they were that confident that no one could escape. Well, Sakura was sure that she and her friends would break that record.
"Don't bother. I already told you: there's no way out," said Saizo with his usual pessimistic glare. His eyes peered through his long, unkempt hair, telling Sakura to give up. His beard seemed to blend together, practically hiding his face.
The kunoichi grunted indignantly.
"There has to be another way!" She insisted as she poked around.
"Have you tried tugging at the caps?" Captain Yamato's voice croaked from beside her. The man had just woken up a few hours ago, and was still groggy from his long sleep. He couldn't completely open his eyes as wide as he usually could. Compared to the others, he was more tired as well.
"I already tried that," Sakura replied to her teacher. "It won't budge. If I had my super strength, it wouldd've been easy."
"Losing your gorilla strength must suck," groaned Ino. She woke up a few days before, shortly after Sakura did. And like her friend, she couldn't perform any of her jutsus from inside her own prison cell as well. "Even Choji can't use his. . well. We're stuck."
