Atop a mountain, a lone ninja stood, the wind blowing in his hair. He looked at the island below, and a multitude of flashbacks hit him. His meeting with Shinji and Homura. His imprint. Everything. He stretched slightly, glad to be back. He went back to his own universe for a while, and it was good to be back. He sat down, and his eyes fell on his leg. At the mark Homura gave him. He stared at it for a bit, and disappeared into the trees below.