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A man, in about his sixties, stood waiting two miles out from his home town which had been over run by a group of bandits with nothing more than money on their minds. His heart was distraught and his torn white robs would show signs of struggle on his behalf, not to mention the large red cut across his arms and the blood that stained the lower half of his clothing. He was strong willed and the baldness of his head which was bruised and battered gleamed in the sun.
He waited for the ninja to arrive that would hopefully come. He waited to give the orders to free his people and give vast amounts of knowledge to the cause the the Kazekage had constantly wished to take from them. He waited for freedom.