It was quite perplexing to Migoya’s impressive mind that shinobi villages were so… open to the public. All it had taken was a quick question to a local and he was pointed in the direction of Sunagakure. The strange thing was… this land felt somewhat familiar to him. The names, the locations, the people were like old forgotten friends that he had forgotten to carrier pigeon in some time. His sandaled feet barely sunk into the sand as he followed the well-worn paths towards what could only be the village ‘hidden’ in the Sand. Surrounded by natures finest barriers it would seem impregnable, except for the rather obvious opening next to an equally impressive structure that gleamed in the unrelenting sun. He looked over to the building… The Toraono Dojo
The feeling of deja vu returned for a fleeting moment. He knew that name… had fought with, nay, beside someone of that.. No - that certainly could not be the case. Strange names… Primus, Secondus, Babylos… no. How strange. It was like someone had erased all of that work - his history - and replaced it with something far less exciting. It was rather annoying.
Resting a well-worn wooden staff over his shoulders, he walked forward, his arms falling over the staff and hanging in the wind. Two strange creatures, one a small wooden puppet, the other a very cute fox cat thing, both swung on either ends of the staff, making Migoya look like a rather odd milkmaid. His loose brown poncho flapped in the wind, and his hood was drawn back, clearly showing his shock of white hair, red vivid eyes, and a very youthful appearance that remarkably was still pale despite the vicious sun.
In a normal situation, Migoya would have gone incognito into what could (and if the Hokage had any say in it, would) be a hostile situation, but this was a shinobi village. Hiding one's appearance and lying would be tantamount to declaring one's guilt, and the truth was Migoya had nothing to be ashamed about. He was banished for standing up to a child-murderer - that simple. If Sunagakure wanted to punish him for that, well, then they were very silly people. And he was here on business, and really didn't need more conflict in his life.
“Good morning”, he said pleasantly to a passing merchant, clearly unconcerned with the situation he was in as he walked casually past what might have been a checkpoint, his two friends swinging from his staff. Gee... he has sand in his... Mikki stated, just as Juutsu interrupted with a "...hair, and it looks very rugged and manly! I love this place!"
Migoya needed a bath, and some new clothes, and a way of shutting Juutsu up, and hopefully Sunagakure could help out with those. After all he did have a passport. And his brother was lurking around somewhere... why he didn't pick the land of sexy ladies to meet... stupid Yong.
[Force Entry - 1 hr]
The feeling of deja vu returned for a fleeting moment. He knew that name… had fought with, nay, beside someone of that.. No - that certainly could not be the case. Strange names… Primus, Secondus, Babylos… no. How strange. It was like someone had erased all of that work - his history - and replaced it with something far less exciting. It was rather annoying.
Resting a well-worn wooden staff over his shoulders, he walked forward, his arms falling over the staff and hanging in the wind. Two strange creatures, one a small wooden puppet, the other a very cute fox cat thing, both swung on either ends of the staff, making Migoya look like a rather odd milkmaid. His loose brown poncho flapped in the wind, and his hood was drawn back, clearly showing his shock of white hair, red vivid eyes, and a very youthful appearance that remarkably was still pale despite the vicious sun.
In a normal situation, Migoya would have gone incognito into what could (and if the Hokage had any say in it, would) be a hostile situation, but this was a shinobi village. Hiding one's appearance and lying would be tantamount to declaring one's guilt, and the truth was Migoya had nothing to be ashamed about. He was banished for standing up to a child-murderer - that simple. If Sunagakure wanted to punish him for that, well, then they were very silly people. And he was here on business, and really didn't need more conflict in his life.
“Good morning”, he said pleasantly to a passing merchant, clearly unconcerned with the situation he was in as he walked casually past what might have been a checkpoint, his two friends swinging from his staff. Gee... he has sand in his... Mikki stated, just as Juutsu interrupted with a "...hair, and it looks very rugged and manly! I love this place!"
Migoya needed a bath, and some new clothes, and a way of shutting Juutsu up, and hopefully Sunagakure could help out with those. After all he did have a passport. And his brother was lurking around somewhere... why he didn't pick the land of sexy ladies to meet... stupid Yong.
[Force Entry - 1 hr]
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