Sitting on a cliff side of a mountain, was a man. He is in his usual clothing, an arm glove that goes as far as the elbow on his left arm, and his right, a scar that wraps around the whole limb. His eyes were all red. There was no pupil, no irises, just red. If one were to look closely enough, they would see that it looks like the red color is moving, then they would realize that it is actual blood swirling around in the eyes.
Ziren. That is the name of the man. Someone that is known only to a few people inside of Cloud. Even then, even fewer knows what he looks like, and even less, his history. He has been through a lot over the past few years. But coming here, to the Lightning Country, only been here half a year, has put him on edge. Why? Because he is expecting something bad to happen in his life, but nothing has happened since he got here. At least, nothing he can see.
The Chigokai looked out as the sun was setting, thinking back on how his life was before. Leaf. That was his home, but after he woke up from a coma, a lot that he knew about his home had changed. He was glad, at least, to have moved his family to Cloud, before his coma, when he was worried over other things happening in Leaf. But there were still things he missed about the place. It was small, and he actually kind of liked that. Coming to Cloud, was a drastic change, as the whole place seemed bigger, makes Leaf seem miniscule compared to Cloud.
But, at least, he still has one past time that will never leave him. Sitting in a secluded place, watching the sun set.
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