Kusagakure, a region of neutrality where individuals could pass through knowing that they'll be unharmed on their travels was where a notorious criminal and his equally innocent friend had been camping tonight. On the peak of a large hill was a makeshift tent, a small fire and a few rations placed on the ground were these two individuals. A young man with dark hair was the one on guard duty, sitting slightly away from the fire as he ate. His name was Hamura Hyūga, a rather ironic choice for a name, whose reputation had been destroyed through his own actions. Yet even so, he sat there, looking at the stars for a brief moment before sighing out loud. Standing up in his attire fit for a cold night such as this, Hamura groaned before turning around. "Uzuha." He called out, "Would you mind gett