A Hermit From The Past

"Find the man known as Hougou. If you're to get strong enough to take on our enemies. And liberate our village from the clutches of a villainous leadership, it will have to be under his training."

That was what Kenta Kanata's mother had advised him to do, and that was what he felt he needed to do to. Kenta had never heard of this apparent hermit figure, who spent his days fixated on his own closed world, rarely seeing the need to participate frequently in village matters. But Kenta's mother apparently he,d this wise man in great regard, and she felt that her son would benefit somehow under his tutelage. So Kenta would follow her wishes, for once. The revelations of the true poisoned Takigakure that his mother had revealed to him were taxing to his mind, but he knew she was right. He had served them, made them respect his loyalty beyond doubt and now, he was about to conspire against them. What the hell, anyway.

He stood in front of a large waterfall, which based on the information (however limited) that he had gathered, was the abode of this sagely Hougou. As his brow curved upwards in curiosity, he adjusted his Fuma Shuriken, loosening the strap that kept it upon his back before he approached the waterfall; a habit he always followed when visiting the abode of others. As an assassin of the Waterfall, the young man knew about the importance of caution.