Post by Misuke Yasuno on Jul 31, 2010 23:07:03 GMT -5
It had taken nearly a week and a half and he was halfway through his provisions, but if he was reading the map right and accurate in keeping track of how far he had gone, he had made it to within the Land of Wind's borders. And even better than that, he had a stroke of luck passing through the small country he and Rena had grown up in. On a whim he had gone to visit the ruins of their hometown since it was directly along the shortest path through, and he had found the refugee group that had fled westward years ago. While Rena hadn't been there, he had managed to confirm that she had been with the group when it had fled. What puzzled him was the incident regarding the rogue nin she had killed in self defense when the group had been attacked - he and Rena hadn't come from a shinobi family, and yet she had apparently killed the man with ridiculous ease, and had been picked up by a retired Suna nin a few months later. While that gave him a starting point, and it normally wouldn't have been much of one anywhere else, the natural stigma attached to the desert worked in his favor. While most countries had thousands of independant ninja, Suna only had a little over a hundred or so, and he could narrow it down even further by searching for kunoichi rather than shinobi, and by factoring in the age he could narrow the number down to a mere handful by simply asking around. After carefully checking his map and compass, Misuke packed everything away again, careful not to get any sand in, and continued onward to a small trading town a few miles away - he still had a good amount of the money left, and people tended to talk freely when that was involved.