Hidden deep within the Oniringo Mountains, a small fire waned, slowly dying. Its creators neglected to give it more fuel to survive. It burned as bright as it could, casting a small circle of light around it.
The single flame danced in the lonely darkness, flickering from side to side as it consumed the last pieces of wood and sticks. Catching a bit of bark, it sparked, causing the circle to grow just enough to reveal a tent, previously hidden in the shadows.
Light slipped through a small crack in the front of the tent, revealing something pale in the darkness before it consumed the bark and died down.
A pair of pale, pupil-less eyes blinked in the shadows before disappearing, once more hidden beneath a blindfold.
Miyasato sat unmoving at the back of his tent as he shifted his attention to the other side of the camp. Rasa and Sasori had just gotten up and walked away, seemingly heading toward a nearby chasm.
He watched them as they strolled away in silence until they were beyond earshot. Rasa handed a scroll to Sasori, who unfurled it as they walked.
Miyasato tried to read the scroll, but it was written in symbols he had never seen before. Focusing on Sasori, he watched a multitude of emotions play across the typically laid-back Shinobi's face.
As Sasori came to the end of the scroll, his expression shifted to one of disbelief. He rolled it up and closed his eyes, seemingly thinking about it.
Miyasato turned his attention to Rasa. The Kazekage hadn't moved since they had arrived at the edge of the deep chasm. He had seen dozens of similar gorges as they traveled across the mountains, and it was apparent why the mountain range was such an excellent defense for the Land of Wind. Filled as it was with sudden drops and unstable surfaces.
"You're actually serious."
It was beyond impossible for Miyasato to hear Sasori, but he'd learned to read lips. It was something Asurami had taught him shortly after he learned to use his Byakugan reliably.
"You've got to be kidding me," Sasori said as he sat down on a small patch of sandstone.
"I don't see a lot of other options, Sasori."
Sasori laughed, "You're right, I hate the fact that you're right, but you are."
Sasori rubbed his face, sighing deeply. "You and I have done a lot of stupid shit in our lives, you specifically. However, I thought as you got older, you were supposed to come up with less stupid-ass ideas."
Miyasato looked at Rasa, but the Kazekage said nothing.
"I mean, you do understand how badly this is going to go if this doesn't work, right? How... how can you possibly put this much hope in him?"
Are they talking about me? Miyasato wondered.
Sensing something was wrong, Miyasato reduced the range of his sight to less than fifteen feet. Hastily looking around him, he found the cause of the feeling. Ten feet away, on the other side of the tent wall, was Gaara.
The jinchuriki was crouched next to a boulder, hidden in the shadows. The light from the low campfire couldn't reach Gaara on the other side of Miyasato's tent.
He waited, curious to see what Gaara would do. For several minutes, neither of them moved. Miyasato seemingly facing in the other direction, his eyes covered by a blindfold. Gaara staring intently at the tent, as if able to see Miyasato through the thin fabric.
He's going to try to kill me again. Miyasato realized. Gaara still hadn't moved, but the redhead's eyes were slowly growing more and more bloodshot. Quickly scanning the camp, Miyasato found all of the Elite Shinobi, one of which was sitting less than fifteen feet from the front of his tent.
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Blind Sight (COTK Book 1)
Fiksi PenggemarNaruto, Prince of the Land of Wind, has gone as Miyasato his entire life, blind, and confined to the Daimyō's palace for his safety. People are after him, and as his eighth birthday draws near, it is decided he must train to become a Shinobi in Suna...
