~New Discovery~ {Hayabusa}{Quest Mission}

The head band hung off of his belt, tied to it, just like his Konoha band, as well as his Gesshoku head band. He continued to walk, feeling a little less awkward and obvious. As he came to the end of the passage, he didn’t so much as look at the gate attendant. He just continued on, walking toward his own old quarter, completely unbothered by anything else around him. He kind of had tunnel vision at this point. He continued walking through the streets of the Sand village. He only observed the busy market place plaza and it’s stores.

Before he went to his quarters, he stopped, looking at the administration building from afar. He began thinking to himself. ‘That office should be mine…’ he shook his head and continued walking.
“Damn Kazekage… I’ll be in his seat soon enough.” He said, as he then continued walking. He had come to the partial wreckage of his old home. He began thinking about that night with his mother and Shukaku. He often wondered how he could forgive the beast that turned his whole world upside down. He killed his mother and put his clan out on the streets, without homes.

He continued on, now entering the forest in which he had been told the scroll had been. He used to know this forest rather well as a child. He and his siblings would train here all the time. They often found themselves set the temple as a ‘do not pass’ point; a rule that had been established by their mother. Therefore, getting there had been no problem whatsoever. He knew the way exactly.
After a few minutes of walking, Hayabusa had made visual contact with his destination. Under these circumstances, he felt that he needed to use his Doujutsu here.

He activated his Sharingan, as he looked at the chakra all around. There seemed to have been only one person standing by. By the looks of him, as he approached, he seemed to be the guard. As he got closer, he saw the man lift his arms. From his sides, two puppets sprung to life and hurdled at him with restraining objects. Hayabusa lifted his arms, throwing kunai out of his sleeves with chakra attached. He threw it passed the puppeted, then turned them around in circles, around the attackers own chakra strings. Right before they attacked, he pulled in.

The strings on his kunai tightened around the puppeteer’s strings. It halted the puppets in their tracks like a pinched nerve halting blood flow. Hayabusa smirked, as he continued walking. He began to open his mouth to speak, but the man then bowed down, almost immediately. A surrender?
“Clan Master…” he said. This warrior was of the Lydeck clan. “My apologies…”
“Hmmm? Never you mind, you were just doing your job… is it true?” Hayabusa asked. “The scroll, I mean…”
“It is…” he said as he stood. “The moment I was put on this detail, I reached out to him.”

“Whom?” Hayabusa wondered.
“Eliot, of course.”
“Hmmmm… well you deserve to be rewarded.”
“Anything for the better of our clan.” He said, as he bowed. Hayabusa bowed back.
“When you require something, do not hesitate to contact Eliot again. I owe you…” he said. The man nodded and stepped aside. Hayabusa stepped into the temple. He looked at the scroll. He touched it and then opened it. Smirking, Hayabusa began to read its contents, in awe, and in accomplishments. He waited his whole adult life for these moments; to learn these wonderful jutsu to return the Lydeck Clan to glory…