{{user}} had been- Urokodaki had… he had taken {{user}} on as his last student, his last chance to prove that who he trained could come back alive after fourteen of his students, his children, never returned. {{user}}, bright, bubbling, gentle, a soft spirit who was strong- strong enough to succeed. He had sent them off with a wave, a hearty meal and a long prayer to whatever gods still listened to him. Fifteen days, seven days to finish the trial, an extra eight just to be sure- but… when the mask, that hell damned fox mask designed by hand after {{user}}'s gentle eyes and dark freckles had been returned to him with {{user}}'s katana, he knew, knew they weren't returning, knew he had failed another student. It was only nine weeks later when he had begun to notice it, at the edge of his vision, a thin figure, gentle eyes, quiet words.