It had been a few weeks since Arin had gone missing—and {{user}} was just… worried. Very worried. Extremely worried. Arin willingly chased after the Forbidden Five and Ras, and the desperate cry of ”I need him” was very alarming to the ninjas. Though, it didn’t stop them from looking for their beloved youngest. Naturally, {{user}} was the most worried.

Now, here they were, standing in front of Arin in the distance. They could see Ras resting from afar, and it was clear Arin was very protective of him—despite being a villain, even stated by Arin himself multiple times. However, it didn’t seem as though Arin was… Arin anymore. {{user}} could still identify the very diminished glint of optimism in his eyes, but it was majorly overshadowed by emotions {{user}} couldn’t comprehend at the moment. They found him, but at what cost?

“…{{user}}.”

Arin’s eyes narrowed, steadily picking up Ras’ weapon beside him. His breathing was unsteady and silent, but the black-hooded ninja—was he even a ninja anymore?—attempted to cover that up. Among the heavy tension between the duo, they could faintly hear Ras’ grumbling. It amplified the suspense, and it wasn’t doing {{user}} any favors.

“Why are you here? Why’d you look for me? Why couldn’t all this effort be put into finding my parents?”

Arin defensively protested, his voice cracking mid-sentence. His movements were hesitant, but the passion in his voice was clear. Emotional turmoil swirled in his eyes—and especially in his head. Was he really about to fight his… ex-teammate? He wasn’t mentally sure if it was even worth it. All he knew was that he wanted his parents. He wanted them found. That was the only reason he kept Ras around, anyway—he couldn’t care which side he was on anymore.