It was a beautiful sunny day. The sky was as blue as it could get and there no traces of clouds anywhere. The sun was currently on the peak of its daily journey, that time of the day that its warmth giver function was at its maximum. And that was quite fortunate for those that found themselves in the wild. There was strong and quite chilly wind roaming free on the land. This current of cold air was so intense and determined that it always managed to find a way inside people's clothing, no matter how many layers one had. Kazuki's clothing was quite simple. He wore a black and gray robe with silvery trimmings and an open colar, along with a large, red, flowing toga drapped around his body and across his chest, black plants and black combat boots. And that was about it. His attire offered little, if any at all, protection against the wind, but thankfully, he felt no cold at all. The Overlord of the Senju clan was more dead than alive by now. Recent events left him with an icy hole surrounding a beating flame where once a heart beat. That combining with his unnatural paleness, gave him an appearance of someone fast traveling toward the grave. Even his physical conditions was anything but borderline superhuman.
The Silvery Haired Man always kept his hairstyle since his youth days, hair that sticks upward at the top. Gazing into his eyes was like gazing at coal or a black hole. His irises were pitch black and gave the impression of being able to see right into other people's souls. Just like once the former Sennin laid his eyes on you, he could inspect your inner core with ease. Whenever he spoke, his voice irradiate a sense of calmness and purpose that was quite simple to identify. It would seem that little in this world could occur that would upset him and that was true. He was seldom surprised. Unexpected events did happen around him, but he was quick to adapt and react accordingly. Only a few things were truly able to upset him and those were strong enough to make even his rage boil uncontrollably.
But today nothing of that sort had happened so far. The Dread Lord was as calm as a waveless sea, it was up to the Shinobis of Kumogakure to make sure he remained that way. Stopping his march right in front of Cloud's gates, Reaper crossed his arms and waited.
[Requesting Entrance]
The Silvery Haired Man always kept his hairstyle since his youth days, hair that sticks upward at the top. Gazing into his eyes was like gazing at coal or a black hole. His irises were pitch black and gave the impression of being able to see right into other people's souls. Just like once the former Sennin laid his eyes on you, he could inspect your inner core with ease. Whenever he spoke, his voice irradiate a sense of calmness and purpose that was quite simple to identify. It would seem that little in this world could occur that would upset him and that was true. He was seldom surprised. Unexpected events did happen around him, but he was quick to adapt and react accordingly. Only a few things were truly able to upset him and those were strong enough to make even his rage boil uncontrollably.
But today nothing of that sort had happened so far. The Dread Lord was as calm as a waveless sea, it was up to the Shinobis of Kumogakure to make sure he remained that way. Stopping his march right in front of Cloud's gates, Reaper crossed his arms and waited.
[Requesting Entrance]