Michino stood in a room no larger than a small kitchen with no appliances. It was made entirely of the same metal used to defend Sunagakure from invaders or the things that lurked underground, and had the same smell as a sterile hospital room. Two bars, one on each wall perpendicular from each other, where placed for people to hold onto. A fitting design as the world around them shook violently, but one a practiced shinobi like the Toraono lord didn’t need as he stood stock still in the center. The metal box around Chiyo and himself rattled like it was going to collapse in on itself at any moment, but somehow held true until the very end.
Being underground had its challenges, but the biggest one by far was moving out of the village and onto the surface. It had been a sheer stroke of luck that the couple had planned to go adventuring around the same time as the village had plans to resurface for a brief moment. At one end of the room a door materialized out of the solid wall and slid open to fill it with a gust of sand and heat. For Chiyo, he doubted she appreciated the sudden reminder that they lived underneath a desert but for himself; why it was quite literally a breath of fresh air.
Stepping out of the box and onto sand with his bare feet, Michino sighed a happily breath of relief. The afternoon sun blazed against his dark skin and the heat felt like the gentle kiss of a lover. The small metal box protruding out of the desert looked like an alien device and he held a hand out so that Chiyoko could take it and help her out back on to their natural plane. It had been nearly an entire year since either of them had exited the village to do anything with the world above, and now seemed like the perfect time.
All that was left was for the third elevator rider to mark off their passports they had left the village, the date, and time. Once that person went back down to give the okay, the entire village would soon come barreling up to offer the rest of Suna a chance at the sun for a solid week; and hopefully, the couple would be back home before it dove back underground.
Otherwise it might be a bit awkward trying to get home.
[Requesting Exit]
Being underground had its challenges, but the biggest one by far was moving out of the village and onto the surface. It had been a sheer stroke of luck that the couple had planned to go adventuring around the same time as the village had plans to resurface for a brief moment. At one end of the room a door materialized out of the solid wall and slid open to fill it with a gust of sand and heat. For Chiyo, he doubted she appreciated the sudden reminder that they lived underneath a desert but for himself; why it was quite literally a breath of fresh air.
Stepping out of the box and onto sand with his bare feet, Michino sighed a happily breath of relief. The afternoon sun blazed against his dark skin and the heat felt like the gentle kiss of a lover. The small metal box protruding out of the desert looked like an alien device and he held a hand out so that Chiyoko could take it and help her out back on to their natural plane. It had been nearly an entire year since either of them had exited the village to do anything with the world above, and now seemed like the perfect time.
All that was left was for the third elevator rider to mark off their passports they had left the village, the date, and time. Once that person went back down to give the okay, the entire village would soon come barreling up to offer the rest of Suna a chance at the sun for a solid week; and hopefully, the couple would be back home before it dove back underground.
Otherwise it might be a bit awkward trying to get home.
[Requesting Exit]