It had been a while since his last view of these gates. Maki looks around the building, not truly gates but nonetheless the way into Suna. It was called a dojo, but he hadn’t seen any training either visit. Then again, it would be foolish indeed for them to show off their training regimen to any outsider who happened to come by for a looky. He guessed the name was merely a decorative attachment, something to give it some flavoring instead of simply calling it the “Toraono Hole Into Our Home”.
His hand reaches out to rap on the door before him, the other holding the paper he’d been given by Senju Kazuki. But he stops just before doing so and grins. Maki reaches up and taps his headset. ”Attention, Sennin Senju Kazuki. This is Isaki Tsukiakari. You have a guest at the gates.” He had no idea what frequency the Suna shinobi used, so simply went for an open one and hoped for the best.
His hand reaches out to rap on the door before him, the other holding the paper he’d been given by Senju Kazuki. But he stops just before doing so and grins. Maki reaches up and taps his headset. ”Attention, Sennin Senju Kazuki. This is Isaki Tsukiakari. You have a guest at the gates.” He had no idea what frequency the Suna shinobi used, so simply went for an open one and hoped for the best.