Kush's Flashbacks

As he reachs a patch of flat land, Kush looks up at the walls of the village. Not knowing what laid before him made the young shinobi sqimish. But he does a handsign and appears at the top of the wall. He looks and nothing seems out of place. His village was untouched from hostile hands. "Damn... nothings here... but... that man seemed so... so..." At that precise moment, somthing sparks his mind. "Oh no" He runs down the wall and runs toward his clans village. His clans village was on the other side...

Woods rushing past the greens, browns, and dark pastels in backround all meld together in his preifreal. He jumps swiftly from branch to branch with such ease. But, this shinobi is on alert. Why? A nearby village is under attack. The worst thing is... its his own. As he dash's toward his home, Kush glances at the horizon of trees. All seems calm. At this time of night, its usally like this. He is worried about this... either the wounded clansman was wrong... or the village had been extinguished...