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kunoichi_dragonSound. I'm in the Sound Village.
Don't ask how that happened, I'm not exactly sure of it myself. My memory of that night is still a bit fuzzy -- half of me blames it on the medication Kabuto gave me that day -- and all I can draw out are flashes of images. A glint of a kunai, a fleeting shadow, the inscriptions in my scroll I'm still wondering what they did with my scroll and if I'll ever see it again. More than likely not if they really are intent on keeping me.
I can't even recall how long I've been here. The days pretty much come and go around like nothing. Seconds become days, minutes and hours become weeks and months maybe, especially since Kabuto's made it a point to find out exactly where my limitations are. He keeps pushing harder and harder each day to see how long I hold out against the Sound-nins. It's almost enough to rival even Gai-sensei's training regiment, if that's even a possibility.
But what can I say? The man likes his research...too much it would seem.
Don't ask how that happened, I'm not exactly sure of it myself. My memory of that night is still a bit fuzzy -- half of me blames it on the medication Kabuto gave me that day -- and all I can draw out are flashes of images. A glint of a kunai, a fleeting shadow, the inscriptions in my scroll I'm still wondering what they did with my scroll and if I'll ever see it again. More than likely not if they really are intent on keeping me.
I can't even recall how long I've been here. The days pretty much come and go around like nothing. Seconds become days, minutes and hours become weeks and months maybe, especially since Kabuto's made it a point to find out exactly where my limitations are. He keeps pushing harder and harder each day to see how long I hold out against the Sound-nins. It's almost enough to rival even Gai-sensei's training regiment, if that's even a possibility.
But what can I say? The man likes his research...too much it would seem.
