We lay to rest a great man. (Kiri Shinobi)

There they all were, standing by the water, black in their mourning clothes. Mist clung heavy to the air. Inoru had been burried in the shinobi graveyard with other fallen heroes. This was his vigil. Everyone lit a floating candle and dropped it in the water. To float for the rest of time, sleep well old friend. Onishi's old team was reunited once more, standing all together at the edge of water. They were different, all had changed, if for the better he couldn't tell. Tetsujou had grown tall, thick with muscle, and a dark beard hid his face. Haduki's belly was big from bearing child. In the water he saw his reflection, he had changed as well. Wasn't it just the other day that they stood before Inoru, all three genin, just children.

"Your so much like him now." Haduki told him, " So sad-- distant."

"Am I not his pupil?" Onishi told plainly, ankle deep in water.

" Well, I must be going. I'll see you both later." Haduki left with her husband-- escaping the awkwardness.

Inoru's widow was crying by the water, their kids at her side.

" What happened to us, Tetsujou?" He wondered.

" Time is no ones friend." The large man said, putting his hand on Onishi's shoulder.

At one time he would have called Tetsujou his brother, but now he seemed a stranger. Long since retired from being a shinobi. He worked now as a blacksmith, and seemed to love it. Or at least thats what he told Onishi.

Josephine took her daily stroll my the water, she felt a disturbing, sad presence that day.
She stopped walking and listened to the sounds around her, something that her sensei, Zakku taught her how to do. Like a Sannin.
Her eyelids dropped and she concentrated, felt the Kirigakure's misty air around her, and heard the sounds of the rivers, the water. Heard the sound of soft sobbing to loud bawling.

Her eyes snapped open, and she walked around, trying to investigate the area, finding the source of the crying.
She peered in to what seemed like a funeral.

"What's going on?" the water ninja wondered as she quickly made an ice sculpture to investigate secretly.

She walked up to a man and asked, "excuse me. I'm a shinobi working for the Mizukage, what's going on here?"

The mizukage was not in his robe or hat, instead he was in black clothing. For it was a sad day for the mist. As the ninja mourned some of there lost ones, the mizukage knew the cause of such a horrible incident.