Snow fell almost uncontrollably that day. They were on a mission it seems. There was no need to rush…there doesn’t seem to be any threat that lingered about. If there were, they would have noticed it by now, or if ever there was, it wouldn’t take them long to dispose of the fools.
Sitting by the small shop for sweets and some tea, two men were resting, buying some time in order to see the progress of things. As said before, there was no use in rushing. There would be no fun in that. A challenge is always welcome.
They were dressed in long black coats which were accentuated by red clouds. Also, they wore a straw hat from which long white threads hanged about which covered their faces. To add, a small red bell also dangled from the straw hat. It chimed sweetly as the cold wind blew, and somehow it was soothing to the ears. It seems that they were very careful with their identity and for a reason of course.
“How long are we to stay here?”
The other asked, his eyes slightly looking at the other as some tea and sweets were served to them. The latter would not answer yet so it seemed. He was thinking of what to say. Their mission was quite important and, although they were only buying some time there they still needed to get a move on at some point in time. Not now though, maybe later when he feels that it is the right time to move. Leaving so soon might spoil all the other surprises installed for them, and that he cannot have.
“In due time...”
He said simply as he lifted his tea cup and took a sip from it. After a while he sets the cup down and stared into it, his eyes reflected in them but it was a bit hazy. For some reason, he was able to remember a fraction of his past back when he was still a shinobi under that village. The people who he grew up with and the people he had met and mingled with as the years passed.
As he looked at the plate of sweets in front of him, an image suddenly surfaced his mind. A sweet smile that he longed forgotten had stirred a few discarded emotions within himself, it was quite irritating to some point. Why would he have remembered those people? They didn’t mean anything to him. They were all hindrances holding him back from attaining true strength and power.
Soon, he took one of the sweets and began to eat slowly. With every bite, flashes of his past resurfaced; it was something he could not merely get rid off so it seemed. Letting the nuisance have its way, he merely let the memory and the scenario play in his mind.
They still had a long time to before they can make a move…
Reminiscing the days he had long forgotten would prove to be troublesome.
It was a test for him probably and only one question played in his mind as he allowed himself to remember…
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“Was it all worth it?”
