Snippet #2694241

Slokrath gathered his belongings and followed the group to the threshold. Small droplets of water burst on the ground as the clouds overhead continued to drizzle; the rain had slowed but was far from ending. Before they crossed through the exit Slokrath put his hand gently on the Hokage's right shoulder.

"Forgive me if I brought up something painful, It was not my intention."

The Mizukage bowed to signify his empathy and sincerity, then entered the deluge. They came to the gate of the towns north exit, and began on the path for the summit. There were only a few hours of daylight left but no one wanted to burn any more time. For the most part the time passed in silence with few exceptions. Slokrath was enjoying the cold mixture of air and water splashing against his face, he was also deeply embroiled in thought.

"That eye... It was brief but I am sure of what I saw... He has awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan, presumably in both eyes." Slokrath's gaze drifted to his own Right arm thinking about his kekigenki. "It must be hard having your greatest strength come from tragedy." While he didn't know the details, Slokrath was aware that great pain was needed to activate and progress the Sharingan. He also knew that mentioning death was what triggered the loss of control in Sukino.

After a few hours of travel the light began to fade. The rain was a light drizzle but more clouds seemed to be rolling

"I think it is best if we set up camp now, There is a nice clearing just ahead and the rain only looks to pick back up in the next hour."