Maki was wearing his normal attire. Red armor on black clothes. Combat boots, shin guards, thigh protectors, forearm plating. A black shirt, matching pants and gloves. And a red jacket over it all that ended just above his waistline. At his side, as always, were those two swords. One obviously a standard katana and the other…not. While it looked odd indeed, none had yet seen the why. His eye shone gold in the light, though occasionally that would turn to brown, green, or even blue. But the gold was predominant. His hair was short, and so dark a brown it could have been black itself.
He approached the gates confidently, after all he was rarely anything but lately. Not the most heavily armed or armored, it was still obvious that it was a warrior heading for the village entrance. It would be his first time entering the village as a Leaf Shinobi since the civil war that tore it asunder years ago. He missed this place more than he knew, but sadly the time for nostalgia was not now. Now, he had business.
As he reaches the gates, Maki calls for someone to let him in. He needed to get to the ANBU HQ and find the other new Captain to get things setup properly.
(Requesting Entry)
He approached the gates confidently, after all he was rarely anything but lately. Not the most heavily armed or armored, it was still obvious that it was a warrior heading for the village entrance. It would be his first time entering the village as a Leaf Shinobi since the civil war that tore it asunder years ago. He missed this place more than he knew, but sadly the time for nostalgia was not now. Now, he had business.
As he reaches the gates, Maki calls for someone to let him in. He needed to get to the ANBU HQ and find the other new Captain to get things setup properly.
(Requesting Entry)