Dawn was coming quickly. Following it was an eerie mist. But walking out of that mist was a red cloaked figure. The figure didn't have a name, nor did they ever take off their hood. Anyone who asked for a name had gotten ''Wanderer'' as an answer.
This figure went from village to village. Land to land. Nation to nation. Never staying to long. Always leaving before late dawn.
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'Stay to long in one place... you attract unwanted attention. People begin to notice you. Villager leaders will start asking about your past life. They'll ask if you can stay permanently in their village and start over. They'll even ask if you want to become a ninja for their village.'
If they ask, say no. Then leave the next day at early dawn. When the sun is barely up.
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Entering the village that was next to the one she left. She entered it, the guards not even noticing her. A gift of hers from years of war training, sneaking past the enemy. Sand, sand and a village, Suna. Traveling led her to Suna. She envied their hardiness to the heat and desert. But she won't be staying long, gathering necessary supplies, getting some food, and some new maps.
She will gather her supplies and grab some food. Then she will leave without a trace.
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Her katana... she had long ago made it were it couldn't kill. It would only break bones. She cleaned the sword from its scars of war. Making it look new. She acted like a complete dimwit who didn't know how to handle a sword properly. Everyone bought her act. No one had thought to ask her of her past.
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'Ignore them. You are not in the position to stop anything, you are are no longer a solider. You are a wanderer. A simple foreigner who doesn't show their face or know how to use their sword.
You know what?' Forget that, their is no excuse for a youngster to be treated this way.'
She storms over to them and smacks the closes villager nearest to the youngster. Her training is rushing back to her. Not that she will need it. These villagers just need to learn a thing or two.
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She dusts off her cloak. All she had to do was smack the villager and give out a battle-cry. That sent them scrambling away. She smirked. But frowned, less time now. She will have to gather her supplies and grab a bite to eat then leave this village. To much trouble. She turns to leave, but a voice stopped her.
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'Why did you help me?''

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''In my hometown we fight for what we believe is right. And what happened to you my child was plain wrong.'' And with that she walked away. Her cloak dancing in the wind.
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