Prompt: 19. White

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Past Echoes

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His name?

Yamanaka's eyesight had to have deteriorated in a matter of seconds. In his entire existence, nothing, to his knowledge had ever been engraved his kanji—not when his name was deemed dirtier than the mud smeared upon his fallen enemies.

"They're two other names here, too." Yamanaka furrowed her brow. "They definitely say 'Hyuuga'."

He snatched the pathetic ring from her hand. She had to be wrong.

Shifting the ring about along his fingertips, he scrutinised three sets of characters engraved along its inside. His eyes narrowed. Perhaps his eyesight was failing, not Yamanaka's, because if his eyes were correct, then he knew each name. Each person.

A white robe. Dark hair. Dark eyes.

"So you know these people? Oi, Captain, you in there?"

He got his feet and turned his back on her. "Plant a genjutsu in their minds, Yamanaka, then tie them up with whatever means possible."