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Wednesday night, an hour later.
Kakashi trudged along the muddy streets in what was now a full-scale rain, hungry like a wolf and desperate to reach the chuunin in front of him. He knew that the other's anger must have died down by now... it must have, judging by his declining pace. The jounin shivered - his kimono wasn't really keeping him warm ( Read more... )
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