It was a warm day in the land of fire, off within the village hidden in the leaves, the genuine where currently going about there us all schedules of training, Torah catching, and various other D rank mission.
Off in one of the clandestine compounds a ruckus could be heard. Kiba inuzuka was currently on cleaning duty, having lost a bet with his sister, and was going through the attic, looking through boxes, sweeping dust, and clearing out the cobwebs.
"Man if it's very not bad enough *cough cough* that I have to do * cough* chores on missions, the one day I get off I'm stuck in the attic," he wind. Kiba had grown in the last year. The chunin exams where coming up soon again, and those was his chance to make up for last year's 'incident.' Akama run winded slightly currently going around a few boxes, sniffing get around for mice, and places kiba had missed.
Kiba wiped the sweat from his brow, having long since unwrapped his headband, and removed his jacket switching his usual fishnet armor for a white the, that he had ripped the sleeves off. And good thing to the attic had gotten un omftably warm, and while Kiba like to work up a good sweat, it had long since gotten hummed and stifling, his shirt sticking to him uncomfortably with sweat.
Akamaru agreed, being covered in fur, but unlike his partner he knew the sooner they finished, the sooner they could leave, and that complaining only maids the heat worse. As he walked farther back Akama ru caught the scent of parchment, and ink, old but strong, and as he searched for the source he came to spot something hiding way in, back. Bartering quickly Akamaru went back looking for kiba.
Speaking of which, Kiba was coughing up a lung having accidently knocked over a box, letting out some old clothes and cloud of dust. Akamaru came to a halt outside the cloud, sneezing some what. As the cloud cleared Akama ru let out a few short barks. " You fo*cough*und something in back, alright lead the way, we need to open a window any ways*cough*."
It took a bit of navigating around boxes, old armor, pictures, and the like. For a clan of dog specialist, the inuzuka had a tendency of being pack rats. Far,far back into the mess that was the inuzuka compound attic where bunch of old boxes, but Akamaru, was digging around using his size to squeeze in around the boxes. Kiba simply picked up and stacked them mousing several out of the way. Moving one particularly large box, Kiba found what Akamaru had found. It was a box obviously, but diffrent from the woodend creates, and cardboard boxes, thisone was dark and fine, a time layer of dust covering is blacknown painted surface. Picking it up kiba could hear something rolling around. It was simple but elegantly made, but what made Kiba curious was that it didn't seem to have a lid, add he moved a finger around the box, Kiba felt a small prickl, causing hon to his and pull his finger awa, bring it to his eye Kiba could see a small drop of blood welling on his index finger, followed by a click. Turning back to the box kiba watched as it opted slowly before the lid suddenly snapped open to a perfect 90 degree. Inside the box was an old looking scroll. It was deteriorating slightly the parchment a brownish yellow showing it ls age.
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