NPC Entrance: Hyuuga Kishin
It was quite the trip, and a long time waiting. He had been putting off coming to this country for three, no four years. Four long long years. The young boy stepped up to the closed gates of Konoha, the morning sun yet to rise in the background of the endless forest that surrounded. It wouldn't have been a problem, scaling these walls, well, walking up them. Hell, he wouldn't even of had to do that. The mountain in the back would have been much easier. But, attention was something he wanted to avoid. That is why he had come with this caravan from Iwagakure. Most peddlers of foods and textiles, a few gems and such as well. He paid for his passage, keeping any profile he could off the radar. He wasn't the only one of course. With the alliance between the villages, handfuls of people traveled back and forth regularly between the two, some looking for new starts, other joining families that already traveled, and a few...well not everyone was peaceful. He was pretty sure at least three people in the caravan were black market smugglers. Maybe not all were bringing things into Konoha, but probably taking things out. In fact, he was most certainly sure of at least one. . .
He walked back to last wagon, where what little he had brought with him was still sitting. He needed the stretch, after having slept in the cramped quarters of the wagon. Clouds overhead kept the sunlight to a minimum above, but he knew it was still not morning, as the sun was creeping over in the distance. In another hour, the clouds would block what little light was available, and all knowledge of time would vanish. Something struck his arm, then his face, and he looked around then up at the sky. Another drop hit him on his lip and he sighed. "Rain...damnit! Couldn't they move faster. Another few minuets and it's going to be horrible out here!" A voice called out, "Don't worry there boy! A little rain isn't going to hurt you. And think of it this way, at least you know the village is kept safe. Most villages tend to be quite guarding to outsiders. Just stone was a little more lax on it." He shook his head as another few drops hit him. The boy saw the person whom was talking was the caravan master, walking back to check on everyone. "As you said, it's going to get bad out here." Just then a bolt of lightning could be seen behind the mountains from the village, and thunder softly called out. "It shouldn't be much longer. If you can, help us with putting tarps over a few of the wagons." Kishin snarled a little at the fact. He didn't want to have to do this. "Hey, remember. You agreed to.." "Ya ya. I remember, I remember. Lucky I am honest enough. Already at the village, could just...you know." The caravan master wasn't to happy when he said the last few words, but then softened a little. "You're right. But I had a feeling you were a good person. Also, I could tell the guards something else you know. Haha! Kidding aside. Really, thanks. Just wait one sec, I have to make sure the others are prepared." He waited for the caravan master to speak to the last few people then followed behind.
It was quite the trip, and a long time waiting. He had been putting off coming to this country for three, no four years. Four long long years. The young boy stepped up to the closed gates of Konoha, the morning sun yet to rise in the background of the endless forest that surrounded. It wouldn't have been a problem, scaling these walls, well, walking up them. Hell, he wouldn't even of had to do that. The mountain in the back would have been much easier. But, attention was something he wanted to avoid. That is why he had come with this caravan from Iwagakure. Most peddlers of foods and textiles, a few gems and such as well. He paid for his passage, keeping any profile he could off the radar. He wasn't the only one of course. With the alliance between the villages, handfuls of people traveled back and forth regularly between the two, some looking for new starts, other joining families that already traveled, and a few...well not everyone was peaceful. He was pretty sure at least three people in the caravan were black market smugglers. Maybe not all were bringing things into Konoha, but probably taking things out. In fact, he was most certainly sure of at least one. . .
He walked back to last wagon, where what little he had brought with him was still sitting. He needed the stretch, after having slept in the cramped quarters of the wagon. Clouds overhead kept the sunlight to a minimum above, but he knew it was still not morning, as the sun was creeping over in the distance. In another hour, the clouds would block what little light was available, and all knowledge of time would vanish. Something struck his arm, then his face, and he looked around then up at the sky. Another drop hit him on his lip and he sighed. "Rain...damnit! Couldn't they move faster. Another few minuets and it's going to be horrible out here!" A voice called out, "Don't worry there boy! A little rain isn't going to hurt you. And think of it this way, at least you know the village is kept safe. Most villages tend to be quite guarding to outsiders. Just stone was a little more lax on it." He shook his head as another few drops hit him. The boy saw the person whom was talking was the caravan master, walking back to check on everyone. "As you said, it's going to get bad out here." Just then a bolt of lightning could be seen behind the mountains from the village, and thunder softly called out. "It shouldn't be much longer. If you can, help us with putting tarps over a few of the wagons." Kishin snarled a little at the fact. He didn't want to have to do this. "Hey, remember. You agreed to.." "Ya ya. I remember, I remember. Lucky I am honest enough. Already at the village, could just...you know." The caravan master wasn't to happy when he said the last few words, but then softened a little. "You're right. But I had a feeling you were a good person. Also, I could tell the guards something else you know. Haha! Kidding aside. Really, thanks. Just wait one sec, I have to make sure the others are prepared." He waited for the caravan master to speak to the last few people then followed behind.
