Dusting off the cobwebs [Requesting Entrance]

[Fuu]

Despite his aches and his pains, Fuu felt almost young again. The last year had been hell for the young man, his mission having nearly derailed and his cover nearly compromised on numerous occasions and his life almost constantly on the line. Despite all that, the simple sight of mountains sprawling out ahead and above him made all the pain, loss and suffering seem almost worthwhile. Haggard as he was, the spry ANBU still made short work of the perilous pass between him and his mountain home, his grey eyes soon resting upon the colossal black structure that served as the gate of Kumogakure.

Shrouded as always in his heavy, now frayed and weather worn black cloak, his white armored Arachnid mask and hood covering any sight of his long golden hair, the ANBU approached that gates slowly, savoring the moment. It felt like forever since he had been home, the bite of the winter air almost comforting to the mountain native. Pausing at the center of the pass, he swiveled around slowly, taking in the familiar black mountain walls.

'It's good to be home.'

Patiently, the tall young man stood like a black statue in the center of a white powdery field, waiting to be noticed, if he hadn't been already. Absentmindedly he wondered if he would recognize whoever would come to greet him, the part of him doubted it, having never been a social creature. So, savoring each foggy mountain breath, Fuu waited to be admitted at long last to his home.

 

[Junan]

Myoumi Akuhei
ANBU Captain
iNPC

Akuhei turned up and looked at the other. His ANBU Mask was on, but his blood red hair was flowing out from the back of it.

Sorry we're not allowing visitors into the village, if you are wanting to send a message to someone or need someone to come to the gates I can arrange that for you.

It was simply a matter of course. 90% of the people arriving at the gates were visitors, this guy wasn't wearing anything to identify him as Kumogakurean and thus he would be treated as such.

 

[Fuu]

It wasn't long before he was greeted with an unfamiliar mask, even the telling mane of red hair not giving anything a way. The man wasted no time with greetings or pleasantries, not that Fuu had expected or sought any. "Sorry we're not allowing visitors into the village, if you are wanting to send a message to someone or need someone to come to the gates I can arrange that for you." The news brought a sly smile to the man's masked face, though it vanished quickly when he thought of the repercussions. He had been out of contact with the village for nearly nine months, his whereabouts as numerous and fleeting as the snow. Gods only knew what had befallen his village in the time he had spent away.

Casually he lifted the sleeve of his right arm, allowing the sneaky little ANBU tattoo to manifest it's self on his forearm before allowing the sleeve to drop and procuring his papers with his other arm, holding them out for his fellow ANBU to accept. "Callsign's Doku, and I've been out in the field for too damn long." He said, his voice as gruff and tired as his face looked. With a barely visible shrug, the exhausted man looked at his comrade with his grey eyes, pulling his hood back over his head and strapping his mask to his hip.

Not like anyone would recognize him anyway.

 

[Junan]

Myoumi Akuhei
ANBU Captain
iNPC

Akuhei recognised the tattoo, and it was only something an ANBU should have and only something another ANBU could detect.

He frowned behind the mask and looked at the man.

Waving his arm in the air he turned back towards the gates as they opened at his apparent signal.

No welcome home, no further comment. The man was ANBU and thus Akuhei felt he didn't need to feel loved. Coming home to Kumogakure's cool embrace is all an ANBU could ask for.

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