The anger couldn’t subside as within him Burittsu had seemed to finally be through with the amusement he played his role. Now the village paid the price for his lack of self love. The boy was gone for good yet he played his role as the good guy. Attempting to save and understand the Bijuu when he had his own problems as the snow cried upon the land, Burittsu could see everyone who was outside. He was searching for someone who possessed something that didn’t belong to him, his reach casted out to the isles. Now we find the Mizukage patrolling the streets in the snow looking and searching on foot as his jutsu did the rest of the work. With his crimson armor upon him and equipped with his weapons, Burittsu made up his mind to kill whoever stole from the village that day. Whoever that may be stolen from all of them lived behind these walls Burittsu was there today to bring his own sense of justice. He patrolled the streets endlessly in this part of Kirigakure.
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