The snow stopped falling finally, leaving the mountain passes only slightly annoying instead of inconvenient for the Seer. In truth he had no intention of entering the village when he headed this way, instead wanting only to pass a message along to Shin and then get out before they decided his backside was a tempting target for their jutsu. He could not ignore the feeling that something was going on past those gates that he needed to take care of, however. In times past the walker of the planes of the dead had followed those hunches of his that stemmed from the other realm, and always they paid off. The years taught him well to follow his instincts and right now they were screaming and demanding that he enter the village and, at the very least, remove one person from their high throne in order to take it for himself. Alas, twas not the Raikage nor even his sennin who were the target this time.
Wearing his heavy black robes, those with the gold trim, Hoshikata made his way up the mountain passes in the crisp and biting air of night. He was no sneak thief this time, coming to scale the walls when none could stop him; he made himself quite visible as his staff put out a pure white light from the crystal globe sitting atop it. The blue tip would tip-tap on the stone under his feet as he made his way to those gates that so long ago he stole out over in the middle of the night much like this one. Golden eyes rise, hourglass pupils taking in the underwhelming entrance to the less than impressive city of Kumogakure. A sigh parts his lips before he calls out to the gates above him.
”Anyone on duty? It's rather cold and late and I would like a warm meal in my belly.” There was no ostentatious display of himself this time, no calling out his name for all to see. Instead he would play the game safely, for if he wanted to make this little quest work he would need to be quieter than he usually was indeed.
Wearing his heavy black robes, those with the gold trim, Hoshikata made his way up the mountain passes in the crisp and biting air of night. He was no sneak thief this time, coming to scale the walls when none could stop him; he made himself quite visible as his staff put out a pure white light from the crystal globe sitting atop it. The blue tip would tip-tap on the stone under his feet as he made his way to those gates that so long ago he stole out over in the middle of the night much like this one. Golden eyes rise, hourglass pupils taking in the underwhelming entrance to the less than impressive city of Kumogakure. A sigh parts his lips before he calls out to the gates above him.
”Anyone on duty? It's rather cold and late and I would like a warm meal in my belly.” There was no ostentatious display of himself this time, no calling out his name for all to see. Instead he would play the game safely, for if he wanted to make this little quest work he would need to be quieter than he usually was indeed.