The Red King [Open]

[Raizen]

It was a cold night in the Village of Iwagakure. Snow was falling softly from the sky but a storm had already passed through earlier in the evening. It was almost two now and the village was quiet and dark. Standing in the middle of the street was one man. He wore nothing more than a jacket over his white t-shirt and bits of snow covered the top of his hair in a thin layer.

A cigarette seemed to be the only light even if it was a small one. The smoldering the tobacco was apparent in this silence. Removing a hand from his jacket pocked he held the cigarette tightly between his fingers as he finally took his first drag since light it. The familiar burning filled his throat and lunges and reminded Raizen of the times he spent smoking with his sensei. Closing his eyes he let his hand with the cigarette fall to his side where he would flick it softly. Titling his head back he would let a steady stream of smoke up into the air.

”I always forget how quiet it is at this time of night,” whispered Raizen as he opened his eyes slowly to stare up into the dark night sky was had been covered in dark snow clouds. Smirking to himself he tilted his head down and took another drag from his cigarette before he started to walk down the street.

After a few minutes Raizen would find himself before a large and tall tree with so many branches that it protected the ground below it from the snow. The grass was of course dead but it was untouched by the white powder of snow. Ducking down Raizen would sit beneath the protection of the tree with his back resting against the trunk of the tree. Sighing to himself he let his head fall onto the tree’s trunk as he stared through the branches and into the night sky.

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