The Shadows Move

Since his "win" in the Bloodpits, Ishimaru had spent his time rehabilitating in the hospital. His arm had succumbed to degradation and rot which meant it wouldn't be able to be reattached but that mattered little to him. In the darkness of the room he glared at the window, feeling some type of way but the application of his new "arm" gave him some semblance of comfort. He no longer felt the presence of his Yuumei...well not in the conventional sense anymore. Where at one point it felt as if it was a foreign entity, it now felt as if he and it were one. Those black orbs often shimmered with an amber hue but now wasn't the time to sulk...the childlike hubris of Ishimaru had died that day in the arena. Packing his things, he would wrap his right arm up in bandages before departing from the hospital and heading toward the gates.With the Chunnin Exams looming over head, he had to move if he was going to make it. Black and Green locks were pushed to the side as he began his route to the gates and from there he would leave to depart to Hoshi with one thing on his mind- Winning.

[Exit, using skip travel ticket to insta travel to Hoshi]