trishjayne94

Twenty years later . . . Amegakure. The implacable afternoon weather was as signature to the city as the skyline it concealed. Torrents of rain assailed the ground as if at war with the earth, cloaking the bottom dwellers and their homes in muddy shrapnel. The slimy, brown earth for those that resided on and walked the city’s lowest tier made for the perfect disguise, the drab colors of their coats and umbrellas indistinguishable from the mire that caked them. It was the perfect time and place to go if you wanted to blend in, but the worst if you wanted to tell anything apart. Hatsuharu Hattori slicked his hair back in frustration. Ev