A Chance Meeting (Four months ago from present)
His men did not understand his personal presence on this mission. In truth he simply preferred to do things himself, or at the very least contribute to. No matter how far he'd rise in the Hand, he'd never simply rest on his laurels. The cargo he was there to pick up were ancient tomes imported from China, said to have been powerful books of black magic. Whether they did or not, his lord wanted them, and thus here he was. It was a cold night, but he didn't show it. All he wore was a simple black trenchcoat, he had little use for needless finery. It wasn't as if he was visiting the jonin. Those smugglers had better show up soon or they'd suffer the consequences.
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