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The Fujihara ancestor stood in front of Mitsuo and Eita, looking at them quite suspiciously. “You two young gentlemen aren’t from around here, are you,” The lady said with authority. “Um, we, uh, are.”  Mitsuo stuttered, panicking inside. “No, we are not, we recently arrived here in this village with the traveling circus that we are members of.”  Eita responded quickly relieving the pressure off Mitsuo. The woman still looked at them with unease and raised her brow.  She took in their disheveled appearance and injuries.  Mitsuo knew they looked worn and beaten but he followed Eita’s lead and

“Happy Birthday Haji!”  Mitsuo yelled as he walked into the former Nightfall shinobi’s apartment. “Hnn.”  Muttered Hajime. “Hnn, hnnn is that all you ever say?” The jersey wearing boy asked. “Hnn.” “Whatever, I got you a gift.”  Mitsuo proclaimed as he held out a gigantic box with a big blue bow on the top. Hajime raised an eyebrow and looked suspiciously at the boy.  “Thank you.” He said quietly. As Mitsuo handed him the box he asked with a smirk. “  What did you say?” “Thank you .”  The older man said a bit more loudly. “I hea

Hi. I’m Mitsuo Tanaka, mischeif maker extraordinaire.  I live in Omoichiodou.  This is a story about why a certain red head is my rival and nemisis. “I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m bored” Mitsuo repeated. He sat beside Hajime-sensei on a bench over looking the park.  Hajime slowly rubbed his temples and looked to the boy.  “Go to the library.” He said flatly. Rudely Mitsuo responded. “Why should I?” Hajime’s head was starting to hurt from the boys constant chattering.  “If you go I’ll give you candy.” Hajime said in hopes that the boy would leave him for awhile