Satsumaru returned to the Maw, weathered and battered. His black armor was scored and battered, his robes underneath were in tatters, and the goggles that now hung around his neck were scarred beyond use. Scratches and cuts were visible all over the Jounin's revealed flesh, though he seemed to pay them no mind. He simply moved a hand through his hair and brushed what sand he could out in one stroke. The normally regal-looking young man looked nothing like his former self.
He survived his outing, but looked like some rest and recovery was needed. For the time being, he stood silent, awaiting one of the village's guardians to officially mark his entrance back into the village.
He survived his outing, but looked like some rest and recovery was needed. For the time being, he stood silent, awaiting one of the village's guardians to officially mark his entrance back into the village.