Distilled Waters, the Broken Bond

He stood at the edge of the water. The wind was blowing through his hair, the stale, distastful wind. ''"I will leave one of these days..." ''Rimi Samanari gazed out dreamily over the fogged waters outside of Kumogakure, his eyes locked upon the horizon that possibly held his future. The ragged cape he wore around his neck and hung over his back suddenly rested against his person, and the wind stopped blowing. The water started to give off more vibrations than before the wind stopped. Rimi whirred around and saw just the barren wastleland that lay before him the whole time. "Odd..."