A chance meeting.

The Hidden Sand Village, Night Time.

Tsukasa was currently wandering around the outskirts of the village. His team was currently on a break, so there weren’t any missions at the moment. So, he decided to just walk around the village. There wasn’t anything better he could do. Not like training was all that good recently.
Recently, Reo had made a trip to the Earth Country. And it made Tsukasa wonder about how his family was doing. They were probably okay, his parents normally kept things together well.

Tsukasa would then look up at the moon. Sky looked pretty good tonight. Things would probably be peaceful, right?

The night in Suna was beautiful but dull to Asura. He had to stay on point in this place till things changed due to waiting on Hayabusa's orders, but if he had to wait too long he would say screw it and move on. He was already too close to Iwa than he liked to be and if he ran into the Deepground shinobi of them, he was screwed.

THe memory of that horrible night still was like a wound that never healed. The conspiracy to assassinate him, the death of his master, and the branding of him as a rogue ninja. It was still a while ago, almost a couple years and yet it still plagued his memory. Along with the searing hate he had for Deus, Iwa's elder. The worst point was most of Iwa was oblivious to the truth, fed whatever lies Iwa and Deepground cooked up.

Someday, somehow he would have to face them. He couldn't keep running from this forever. Rogue or not, running away was not in his nature.

With a sigh, Asura dropped down from the rooftop to the ground of Suna's streets. He needed to get his mind of this and decided to go find some place to get a drink or something. If he was lucky, he might find some hot kunoichi for a cheap night of fun.

He was not aware how he would soon run into the last person he would think. An Iwa shinobi....