A kiss of dawn cast a minute level of lighting to pierce the veil of night that still reigned over the village. Moving ever slowly through the snow beneath this fainting shadow of night, a single being heavily cloaked with a large knapsack, a sole individual lurked closer to their goal. The seasonal change had a tight grip upon many provinces within lightning country yet none as rough as the weather over Kumogakure proven to be. The prime of the season had yet to begin and yet between the causeways twisting and curving through the mountain peaks, winds carrying freezing chills blew harshly. This was to explain why such a heavily cloaked individual would have been a typical encounter, however what made him further from the case would be the masked of his face. Walking up to a checkpoint to pass into Kumogakure, the individual would rummage through a satchel on his side, snow whipping against his face. Finding the item needing to be sought, the being would hold up a small booklet and wait for the proper officials to allow him conversation.
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