
Naikishin slowly made his way to the gates of Kumogakure, even with having bandaged up the wounds he had sustained not more than a few hours prior, he was still bleeding slightly. Though every now and again, a fair amount of blood had to be spat out by him, he continued on his way. The environment of the village wasn't something he hadn't experienced at least once during his years of travel. He moved to lean against a wall of some sort near the gates, while waiting for someone to let him it as he panted with blood falling from his mouth. His white yukata with a blue swirl pattern on the bottom and ends of the sleeves, worn so that his arm only goes through the left sleeve, and the right half droops down over an obi were soaked with blood. The white yukata he wore was off of his shoulders as it stayed on him via the belt that was tied around his waist.
As he waited for someone to either let him in to be treated in or deny him entry, he would stand where he was, spitting out any blood that had accumulated in his mouth.