Yuyoyu Gathered his clothing back on, swaying his hair in the breeze. The wind was trying to tell him something. Someone else was trying to use the wind to get help. In the bushes, a rustle was heard. Yuyoyu crept over. Silence broke the placidity. Ironic. Seconds passed. Yuyoyu drew his dirk. He jumped into a tree nearby, spinning and swaying in the air. He flew over to another tree. [no, he can't fly, he hopped to the tree] Immiediatly, a man in black swaying robes jumped in a parallel tree, waving his unsheathed sword.

A ninja. "You might not live today," said the man. "Who are you?" A slight pause broke the conversation, until a grin spread underneath the black mask. Suddenly, Yuyoyu was leaping across the trees, clashing in mid air with his dirk, the ninja's sword still unsheathed. Yuyoyu swiftly dodged a slash of the scabbard, and lunged at the man with his dagger. The ninja quickly parried the attack with his fist, then sent yuyoyu sprawling to a maple with a spinning kick in the air. Yuyoyu flung his dirk at the ninja, and as he attempted to block the attack, he was slashed by a whirling knife. The cinquedua poured blood from the man, sputtering the red crimson hue on the trees and maples. Protruding from his stomach, he slowly reached for the knife while taking his mask off. He started chuckling, then laughing madly when his face was partly reavealed but still masked by a bandana around his mouth blood, blood staining it. "Th-They..." "Who are you?" Laughing again. "You are- s-so foolish..." "Fuck you!" "N-no... Fuck y-y-you..."

Then he died. Yuyoyu slid down a maple tree's bark, confused and full of sentimental and emotional blankness. He fell asleep.

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