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On the ironic mountain stood Kōriyama Mamoru along with his master, a man whose full name he did not know. He looked to the man, taking in his large cloak and mostly concealed appearance. Kōriyama watched the man for a moment before his eyes turned back to the scene a few miles away. If he didn't have the good eyesight he did, he wouldn't have been able to see this at all, and even if he could, it wouldn't be as clear as it was now. The scene was disgusting. Kōriyama couldn't believe that his employer was doing such a thing. Killing an old man? Sure, he didn't pay, but that was no reason to kill him. He looked away again upon hearing his master's words. "I don't look because I have no interest in it." He told the man with a shrug of his shoulders as he turned away from the scene. "After all, I've seen you kill before, sensei." And he had, of course, Kōriyama had yet to kill anyone himself--but he knew he would have to sometime. "The way they're going about it is distasteful."
Kōriyama looked towards the mountain. This was probably the highest anybody had ever been, seeing as the higher you got, the higher the air pressure. It was certainly a beautiful mountain, if not ironically named. Whatever happened on one side, the other did not know about it. He was sure that none of the villagers knew much about the goings on of Konoha. He didn't either, considering he was either hanging around the hideout--if one could call it that--or traveling with his master. "Are we going to go down there, Sensei?" Kōriyama asked after a beat. "He'll be calling for you soon, you know." He hated the fact that he and his master had to be at the beck and call of this fat man who couldn't even help himself out of his seat.
How he wished the man would die, but it wasn't his place. After all, his sensei didn't seem to have a problem with it, so the boy had to begrudgingly accept the man as his leader. The black-haired boy finally turned around, rubbing his eyes. Pitch black eyes with no real emotion glanced across the area once more and then moved towards his master once more. "Shall we go?"
Kōriyama looked towards the mountain. This was probably the highest anybody had ever been, seeing as the higher you got, the higher the air pressure. It was certainly a beautiful mountain, if not ironically named. Whatever happened on one side, the other did not know about it. He was sure that none of the villagers knew much about the goings on of Konoha. He didn't either, considering he was either hanging around the hideout--if one could call it that--or traveling with his master. "Are we going to go down there, Sensei?" Kōriyama asked after a beat. "He'll be calling for you soon, you know." He hated the fact that he and his master had to be at the beck and call of this fat man who couldn't even help himself out of his seat.
How he wished the man would die, but it wasn't his place. After all, his sensei didn't seem to have a problem with it, so the boy had to begrudgingly accept the man as his leader. The black-haired boy finally turned around, rubbing his eyes. Pitch black eyes with no real emotion glanced across the area once more and then moved towards his master once more. "Shall we go?"