Brother Kumo, you knew I'd come!

The area surrounding Kumogakure was as lovely as always. Well, lovely for someone who was sick and twisted like Akihana. Takeo hadn't planned on returning here ever. Yet here he was. The wound on his right side was still there. It had not been all that long since he had abandoned the fight with Denkiteki. Wrapped tightly with cloth, Takeo wasn't sure if it was still bleeding or not. Probably was, which would explain why he felt so light headed. He looked quite sickly right now, or so Pig had told him. It had been about three quarters of the way through the journey when Pig decided to start carrying Takeo the rest of the way. Which is why he was now laying face down on the pig's back as it trotted along. The trip had gone rather smoothly, up until they arrived closer to the gates.

The terrain was still as terrible as ever. It unnerved Pig, though he didn't want to admit it. It felt unnatural, and it slowed him down considerably as he approached the gates at a steady trot. Takeo glanced upwards lazily, "Almost there, jus' keep walking." He murmured to his mount. And then like, they'd probably just enter the village or something.