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Jurake Arakawa rushed along the rows of houses. He longed to find Mayako's neighborhood and dash to Mayako's house. For over 3 days Jurake had been gone, training with his mentors as an assassin for the Village Hidden in the Clouds. It was the most grueling, toiling work he had ever done, and almost as unbearable as when he found out his mother was slowly dying of that horrible disease at 9 years old, and he had to live with that knowledge for 3 years. Right now, Jurake was living the whole new, sickening awareness that he killed another human being. His teachers had told him over and over that the man was a criminal, who was out to destroy the village and Jurake knew that, but he still couldn't shake the horrible feeling of the man's blood on his hands. There was another thing that Jurake's mind was now wrapping itself around. He was a psychic, who could see into the future. That was how he had survived being killed by that criminal, he'd foreseen his death. His masters had revealed his father, whom he never met, had had the ability also. Jurake shook his head as he ran. Forget all that! He just wanted to go home, home to Mayako. He just wished to bury himself in her kind, loving presence. "Hey, you're the Arakawa boy! We thought we'd never see you again." A woman with a broom and a child at her feet said to him as he passed. Jurake ignored the woman and just flew onward. Of course they were shocked he came back. The whole neighborhood only viewed him as "the child of a scandalous woman", and all believed he might ran away and do something foolish like Mother did. But right now, Jurake didn't have time to feel anger for the judgmental manner of the town. Finally, he spotted Mayako's row of houses, there was Mayako's neatly kept domicile. With a new burst of energy, Jurake sprinted to it. As he came closer, he saw a vision in his mind of Mayako watching him from the window. Another foreseeing. A second later, Jurake skidded up the house, and there was Mayako busting open her front door and rushing to him...

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