Asuchi saw the gates rise up through the clouds in front of him. He ran a hand along the sheer cliff face to his right, matched by the one to his left. A small half-smile crossed his lips; the familiarity of Kumogakure couldn't help but cheer him up a bit. He couldn't wait to be home. It had been a while since his last shower, and that was seriously impairing his ability to pick up the ladies.
With the promise of a warm shower and his comfortable couch beckoning him, he moved up to the gates, holding out his passport. Upon being approached, he'd announce, ”Morikou Asuchi, Chuunin of the Intelligence Service. I'm returning from Escort 947.” He just wanted to get in those gates and back to his house as quickly as possible.
With the promise of a warm shower and his comfortable couch beckoning him, he moved up to the gates, holding out his passport. Upon being approached, he'd announce, ”Morikou Asuchi, Chuunin of the Intelligence Service. I'm returning from Escort 947.” He just wanted to get in those gates and back to his house as quickly as possible.