The sun beat down on the furrowed fields. The person paused for a moment to wipe the sweat off their forehead with the back of a hand. It was a really nice day, the weather had been perfect and there would be a perfect crop, provided there were no freak storms or a sudden cold snap. The horses neighed and the person looked up to see a cloaked man standing before them.

"Who are you?" the person asked cautiously, and was surprised when the man spoke into his head. But the figure listened nonetheless.

"Why... why all the fighting? It isn't right."

Listening.

"Without me? I'm the only one?"

Listening.

"But--"

Listening.

"Kuso. You're right. I'll go."

The person rushed off home to put up the horses and gather a few necessities.

The cloaked man merely smiled and checked off another name on his pad. His laughter still lingered in the air even after he had disappeared.

TBC...