It was hotter than he expected in Wind Country, the winds were bitter and seemed to cut at him as he traveled through the night. They said it was safer to travel during the night with the stars as his guide and to work through the nighttime chill because it might prove fatal if he was to try to rest during these lonesome hours. During the day he sought refuge under the earth, they made it sound like caverns were frequent and numerous in this country but they were not. It was luck that allowed him respite from the hottest hours of the day. It was times like these he wished he was a ninjutsuist. That he could summon a cold rain or an icy berg to rest his head on. He wishes that he had the ability to summon inhuman strength in his legs so that he might dash across this desolate terrain and fine his way to his destination in mere hours but he was not a shinobi. Shinobis only represented a small subset of the population, those 'gifted' with seemingly god-like and supernatural powers. This seemed unfair to him, that some people could be born powerful while others remained weak. There was nothing he could do to change that of course, it was simply the result of luck and biology but it made life hard for people such as himself, the 'have-nots' as many of them called themselves in secret. Shinobi, or at the very least those who have realized their physical potential, were preferred. They were cheaper, even if they demanded exorbitant prices for their labors because they could do the work of ten men, sometimes more. They were faster. Some had psychic abilities, making them not only 'more intelligent' at first glance even if what they knew was through cheating but it made secrets for men such as him harder to keep. Employers wanted men and women that could mold chakra, even to a remedial extent because 'they were better' because 'they were more capable' and 'more fiscally responsible to use.'
Dawn was breaking, he still had another week of travel before he would reach the Toraono Dojo. It was always a hurried at this hour, the panic of not finding a place to rest. The fear of finding something terrible within these caverns. There were no obvious caves here, but Konan was a survivalist, that was why he was sent. Yes, he lacked the ability to manipulate chakra but he had a knack for survival. Still he wondered why someone from Otogakure was not sent in his stead, why they would trust this delivery to a civilian such as himself. It bothered him, perhaps more than it should have.
There... He found it. A sinkhole. There were many of them in Wind Country. anyone who knew anything about Wind Country geography knew that beneath the desert surface is a twisting network of caverns that strength the length of the country. Many of them naturally made by Sandworms and a few by underground rivers and springs. This would be a sandworm hole. He knew this, he could identify this like any good Ranger could. This cavern kissed the surface but it was quite old because it appeared to be filled in. Filled with loose sandy earth. He knelt onto the ground and started to dig away at the earth. He knew that it would be slow, tedious work and that it would be hot before he found respite beneath the surface. Before an air-pocket was discovered along the fringe of the wormhole but it was the only one he could see and the sun was just starting to peer over the horizon now.
With a deep sigh, he continued to dig.
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Dawn was breaking, he still had another week of travel before he would reach the Toraono Dojo. It was always a hurried at this hour, the panic of not finding a place to rest. The fear of finding something terrible within these caverns. There were no obvious caves here, but Konan was a survivalist, that was why he was sent. Yes, he lacked the ability to manipulate chakra but he had a knack for survival. Still he wondered why someone from Otogakure was not sent in his stead, why they would trust this delivery to a civilian such as himself. It bothered him, perhaps more than it should have.
There... He found it. A sinkhole. There were many of them in Wind Country. anyone who knew anything about Wind Country geography knew that beneath the desert surface is a twisting network of caverns that strength the length of the country. Many of them naturally made by Sandworms and a few by underground rivers and springs. This would be a sandworm hole. He knew this, he could identify this like any good Ranger could. This cavern kissed the surface but it was quite old because it appeared to be filled in. Filled with loose sandy earth. He knelt onto the ground and started to dig away at the earth. He knew that it would be slow, tedious work and that it would be hot before he found respite beneath the surface. Before an air-pocket was discovered along the fringe of the wormhole but it was the only one he could see and the sun was just starting to peer over the horizon now.
With a deep sigh, he continued to dig.
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