Taking in the fresh air of the wilderness, a pungent smell filled your nostrils as you inched closer to open land. You being an average chunin had caused you to stay occupied constantly, but taking a breather was appreciated. You walked slowly, suddenly stopping in your tracks as you noticed a frail, pallid man on the floor.

There was blood plastered all over his body, and he seemed to begin to speak.“I’ve lived long enough.” Kimimaro coughed out, spitting out some more blood as he spoke.