[ It had been quite some time since he'd been sent this far out, but a solo mission was just what the jounin had needed to get back into the swing of active duty. With his thick cloak wrapped tight around his body to shield from the violently chilling winds, Kakashi rose a gloved hand to shift his hitai-ate into his hair, revealing the scarlet pinwheel of his sharingan; a minute etching of color in the otherwise pallid scene.
His intel had told of a nomad clan who found their habitat cushioned in the high slopes of the mountain, but on Kakashi's path he saw nothing of the sort. Carnage was the best word for it. Destruction. Some powerful force had hit and taken all life with it, and recently too if the lack of snow cover in places was anything to go by. The flowers fluttered in the gale, surprisingly peaceful in their movements despite the sheer might of the wind.
His mouth steeled.
Footsteps caught his eye, the only trace of life in the otherwise undisturbed wreckage, and instinct led him to follow in their path all the way to their destination, to the mouth of a darkened hideaway.
Could it be possible that there was a survivor, or would he come face to face with the massacres culprit? ]
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His intel had told of a nomad clan who found their habitat cushioned in the high slopes of the mountain, but on Kakashi's path he saw nothing of the sort. Carnage was the best word for it. Destruction. Some powerful force had hit and taken all life with it, and recently too if the lack of snow cover in places was anything to go by. The flowers fluttered in the gale, surprisingly peaceful in their movements despite the sheer might of the wind.
His mouth steeled.
Footsteps caught his eye, the only trace of life in the otherwise undisturbed wreckage, and instinct led him to follow in their path all the way to their destination, to the mouth of a darkened hideaway.
Could it be possible that there was a survivor, or would he come face to face with the massacres culprit? ]
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