Tyson sat on the steps to his house. It was misty in the death as always which meant it was just another ordinary day. The young genin gave a small sigh of relief. It had been a long couple of months, but everything was starting to return to normal. That he was thankful for. Tyson reached in his back pocket and pulled out his six side shuriken his mother had given him. He gave a smile. He wondered how she was doing and decided that he'd go and visit her later on when he had the chance. As he thought about the plans he had for the day he heard footsteps. Looking up he saw a figure that he didn't recognize coming down the road.