The night was a long one. Thorah could not sleep all through. The disease that he had developed for a while now seemed to be spreading and he felt life draining out of him. The hospitals in the mist village were not competent enough and there was nobody with extreme mastery in the field. The only ones he had heard of were shinobis in far off lands but he could not just leave the village. He knew that he had nothing here but still would he stay and risk dieing? It was a very hard decision. He stayed up all night pondering on this issue as he felt as if there was a lump in his heart. He was too young to die but was there anything to achieve in this world? If there is life, there is hope some will say.
Even if he was to visit some highly specialized medical shinobis, did he have the money to pay for his surgery or whatever they were going to do for him? He had no money but he had something that they would love. At his early age, he had travelled round the shinobi world and had heard of medical shinobis that required dead bodies for experiment and he did have one body to bargain with. His mind was made up, he was going to konoha to save his life. Nobody except the young boy knew of this dead white haired man so he felt he could pull it off. Tora had little sleep and woke up in the early hours of the morning. It was 3am and the atmosphere was perfect. Tora dressed himself as usual, armed himself and wore a black cloak. He went to the basement and took up the body over his shoulder. He locked him home and exited it. He headed straight for the gates and luckily, the two guard seemed to be taking a little sleep. Tora swiftly exited the gates as he went on his path..
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