Boredom. The greatest threat of mankind, if it evolved beyond the point of killing each other with weapons of mass destruction. Huge explosions tended to be very dangerous. Of course, there was no way that Kuro could have known about things like nuclear explosions. In Kuro’s mind was the gamboling and wandering of the possibility of the jirunchuuchi. They were very dangerous to the world, that was for certain. But also they were people. Kuro looked around his village. So much potential. But he felt isolated here. The horizon held the real possibilities. In that place, the land beyond the sunrise and sunset, giants fought and died. Legends battled and fell. Geniuses thought and perished. Here Kuro had nothing. He wanted to be with them, so much it hurt. The most exciting thing he had ever done in Kohona had been to sense the chakra of an academy, and had sensed a massive chakra signature, only to realize that he had mad the mistake of looking into a teachers meeting, the many jounin all quite powerful, and Kuro’s overcaffenieted mind had mistaken it for one great big chakra signature. The shock that it had caused Kuro had been simialr to a heart attack. He had been very afraid that some creeper had been inside the academy, doing god knows what to children and staff. Kuro got up and kept on walking. This place looked so empty to him now. Although Kohona was such a grand place, it was marred with more than a few problems. Kuro ran his finger’s through his over grown hair and sniffed it. Recently washed. Kuro would literally think of anything he could to get away from the boredom. Kohona was so perfect and peaceful. Just not perfect for Kuro. He needed to go. He needed to leave. There was more good in the world than he could do, rather than here. Kohona was fine the way it was. It would have to look after itself for a while, or at least until he could return, and make a difference there. Kuro got up, and begun to walk to a coffee shop. Fitting that the last thing he would purchase in his old home was a coffee. On Kuro’s back was a veritable suitcase. It contained clothes and some of his possessions that he had grabbed while in Kohona. He would miss his ancestral home, miss the neighborhood that he had grown up in. Ah, but alas. Kohona was but an old page in a book that would probably be very long. It was time to read on, to turn to the other side. Kuro easily lied to the coffee seller, whom had inquire to where he was going, Kuro had made up an excuse about a long mission. Of course, what he was doing was basically a long mission, but there was a chance that he would not return. And somewhere, deep in his heart, Kuro knew that he probably should not be doing this. But it was for the greater good. Kuro leaned against a tree near the gate of his village, not pertaining to any kind suspicion action, and looking for all the world, an ordinary villager, carrying a heavy load, and now having a rest. Kuro was concealing his chakra, in case any ninja were looking for him. He was fairly skilled, but it wouldn't stop someone whom was adept at the skill of finding chakra signature’s. Kuro then went to the gate, getting a little closer. But something stopped him he turned around, a feeling of destiny coming to him. He felt as if someone important was nearby. A sense of fate. A sense, of importance, something that he might need.
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