There were few things in life than could beat a stroll at the crack of dawn, a chorus of chittering birds in the background and all the while basking in the glow of the early morning sun as it guides you on the horizon. And while he would have love to indulge in it some more, Yoshihisa was well aware that the stack of papers he would return to was already going to be imposing enough as it is.
With a faint thud his satchel slumped down in the gravel next to him as walked up to the booth, visa presented and after a brief inner discussion deciding to forgo the usual small talk this time around. ”Operative Umakaki requests entrance into the Hidden Leaf.” His stoic expression would almost perfectly mirror the picture on his ID, probably casting aside the doubts that the young man handing over the official documents wasn’t even sporting the Konoha crest on his person, but rather an Iwagakurian. The very same expression was probably an indication that at the present he wasn’t wholeheartedly going to share the story behind it either.
With a faint thud his satchel slumped down in the gravel next to him as walked up to the booth, visa presented and after a brief inner discussion deciding to forgo the usual small talk this time around. ”Operative Umakaki requests entrance into the Hidden Leaf.” His stoic expression would almost perfectly mirror the picture on his ID, probably casting aside the doubts that the young man handing over the official documents wasn’t even sporting the Konoha crest on his person, but rather an Iwagakurian. The very same expression was probably an indication that at the present he wasn’t wholeheartedly going to share the story behind it either.
