Mask Monger || Naruto Fanfiction

There were once mask mongers.

People who sold masks to ninja and civilians alike, travelling through the countries and selling their hand-made wares as merchandise.

Scarlet painted kitsune faces, evil ones bared in ferocious snarls, laughing ones with silver-painted tears dripping out of their eyes, bawling ones with their mouths pulled into grotesque shapes, delicate ones of beautiful maidens, grimacing ones of old tengu men, and animal masks of all the ones a well-educated child could name.

But they started dying out.

Some retired, some were killed for unknown reasons, and suspicious amounts of mask mongers vanished during the Shinobi Wars.

At last, the only traces of the masked men and women who had sold their wares to villages from their beautifully decorated carts and caravans, intricately embellished rucksacks and baskets was a small family in Sunagakure, with powerful links and an ability to survive.

And one day, the couple were gone.

They left the masks they had made, mysterious puppets cast in metal, the home they had lived in, the unfinished blueprints and unmade parts.

And their son.

Kaba.

【真の仲間との絆はどんな砂漠よりも広がっており、どんな金属よりも強く闘っています.】
"A bond with a true companion stretches further than any desert, and stays wielded stronger than any metal."

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