Many months had passed, maybe even a few years, he had lost track of time very quickly in the desert dunes. Things weren't always what they had appeared to be, and he got himself into a fair bit of problem with some secret militia created by the wind daimyo of Sunagakure. Though his travels weren't for naught, but he had no actual report already written to be delivered. He scratched his head in thought, I'll probably just wing it like I also do. And shrugged his shoulders.
He would begin unraveling the shawl around his neck and face as he approached the gates. The crisp mountain area had a stark contrast compared to the humid and arid climate of Sunagakure. With a deep breath, he placed his hands in his pockets and gives the gate a sturdy kick a few times. Hello, anyone home?
He would begin unraveling the shawl around his neck and face as he approached the gates. The crisp mountain area had a stark contrast compared to the humid and arid climate of Sunagakure. With a deep breath, he placed his hands in his pockets and gives the gate a sturdy kick a few times. Hello, anyone home?