"Probably not a whole lot, at least none that can do what I can."<i></i> He said with confident wink.
Building, bring shape to stone was a gift of his and few, if any, could match his proficiency in manipulation of earth and mineral. His gaze drifted down to his gloved hands briefly, staring through the soft leather encasing them. Something deep within his core granted him these gifts but had broken somewhere along his life. The scars carved into his skin were the only means of control he could find while traveling and it had certainly served his purposes well. Sometimes having the power to destroy the world in the palm of one's hand offered a unique perspective few other would ever be able to appreciate.
A shake of his head later and he brought his attention back to the girl with brightly colored hair, "Right, I think I know the place. Worst case, I'll just get in the area and follow my nose."<i></i>
While he didn't personally know anyone there, he was looking forward to the meet-up if only because the baker sounded like someone who would make great treats. One doesn't look so opposite the part, deal with the ridicule and disadvantage of large hands to not be a master of his craft. Righting all the random travel gear attached to his form, shouldering his pack one final time, he nodded to the group, "I'll see you all soon!"<i></i> He looked to the security chief with a grin, "And I won't be needing a lift down."<i></i> Starting off at a run, it became clear what he was going to do, the guardsmen yelling at him to halt. While it wasn't a terrible crime, it wasn't encouraged falling down into Sunagakure. A skilled enough shinobi could handle the descent with little effort, though, and as it was one of his old bad habits, he had to relive it at least once more.
Down into the darkness he went, vanishing into the dust and shade of Sunagakure again.
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Building, bring shape to stone was a gift of his and few, if any, could match his proficiency in manipulation of earth and mineral. His gaze drifted down to his gloved hands briefly, staring through the soft leather encasing them. Something deep within his core granted him these gifts but had broken somewhere along his life. The scars carved into his skin were the only means of control he could find while traveling and it had certainly served his purposes well. Sometimes having the power to destroy the world in the palm of one's hand offered a unique perspective few other would ever be able to appreciate.
A shake of his head later and he brought his attention back to the girl with brightly colored hair, "Right, I think I know the place. Worst case, I'll just get in the area and follow my nose."<i></i>
While he didn't personally know anyone there, he was looking forward to the meet-up if only because the baker sounded like someone who would make great treats. One doesn't look so opposite the part, deal with the ridicule and disadvantage of large hands to not be a master of his craft. Righting all the random travel gear attached to his form, shouldering his pack one final time, he nodded to the group, "I'll see you all soon!"<i></i> He looked to the security chief with a grin, "And I won't be needing a lift down."<i></i> Starting off at a run, it became clear what he was going to do, the guardsmen yelling at him to halt. While it wasn't a terrible crime, it wasn't encouraged falling down into Sunagakure. A skilled enough shinobi could handle the descent with little effort, though, and as it was one of his old bad habits, he had to relive it at least once more.
Down into the darkness he went, vanishing into the dust and shade of Sunagakure again.
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