Two men stood in the middle of a field. The man at the front was older than the other by several decades, his face covered in bandages and his eyes obscured by a single bandana. A can rested in his hand, seemingly the only thing that kept him from falling over in his growing age. The second was the younger of the two, obviously only just old enough to grow facial hair. The younger seemed to be speaking to the elder, gesturing wildly as if he expected the older man to see his movements. "Yes, Lord Hanzo." the younger Senju said, hanging his head before he turned to walk away. "I wish you luck."