winter wonderland

Kaiyo Hikaru was not cut of the right cloth to be of the Iga, and he’d taken far too long to come to that conclusion. Even if it was partially forced. The young koi accepted the inevitable, and now he was here to try and hope he could find another path. For now, he was just content with still being alive. He’d been trained thoroughly even if he couldn’t quite boast Hattori’s skill. The heir and his cousins had always outperformed most of the students. Hikaru tried his hardest to rise to that level, but had fallen so far short. Maybe it was for the better.

Hattori confirmed his suspicion and followed up with a question of his own. Why was he here on this continent. Why wasn’t he at home? This would have been about the time he was set to complete his training after all. Surely he wasn’t anywhere near fooling the shinobi.

”Well, I couldn’t exactly stay after being unable to finish training.” He explained, eyes darting away as he poorly hid his disdain for himself. ”Trying to find my place, I suppose.” He tried to hold Hattori’s similar gray gaze, but couldn’t quite force himself. ”You seem to have found yours?” It was half question and half statement, not that Kaiyo had any desire to follow Hattori back.