Sakumo sat on a wide tree branch, indain style. The wind was blowing in his direction, through his hair, cleansing his body as it passed by the area. He sighed, "never have i felt this peacefull before" said Sakumo as he inhaled and exhaled over and over, mediating. It was too good to be true, and he sensed trouble lurking ahead, though he tried to ignore it, yet he knew it would be futile.