Walking the streets of Kumogakure filled Rao with an enriching feeling after being gone for so long. The streets are the veins of the village, and the main infrastructure the heart. Closing his eyes the green-haired Jounin felt the pulses of the village all around him. He smiled and open his eyes, “It’s nice to be home.” People of the village pushed passed him as he stood in the road, his eyes drawn to the ornately decorated Torre Celeste.
“Move” grumbled a villager.
“Oh, sorry pal…” said Rao as the villager roughly moved passed him.
“Cursed damn tourists, just a damn tower” Rao heard him say.
“Cold as it ever was I see” he said to himself, “Good thing I wore my warm coat.” Glancing at the tower again he smirked and started on the path towards the building. His hand ran across the faded and matted gray and black fur coat, and into the leather lined pocket. He withdrew his headband and wrapped it around his forehead, “Don’t want to forget that.”
With a lengthy stride he came to the entrance of the Torre Celeste. Pushing the doors open he entered the all too familiar hallways. Memories of past missions and experiences flowed through him with each step he took into the building. His live was this building, the fellow shinobis, and the village. A pride and self-certainness rose in him in. He could truly smile again, as this place felt like home.
He stopped and pushed his dark green hair away from his eyes. In front of him sat the general secretary for the Torre Celeste. Rao cleared his throat softly before speaking, “Hello, my name is Hokoro Rao I’m a Jounin. I have been on an extended leave of absence, but I’m back now. I need to speak with whomever is the Main Branch Sennin. Or anyone that is supposed to help me get back into the swing of things, y’know?” He flashed a smile at the secretary as he waited.
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“Move” grumbled a villager.
“Oh, sorry pal…” said Rao as the villager roughly moved passed him.
“Cursed damn tourists, just a damn tower” Rao heard him say.
“Cold as it ever was I see” he said to himself, “Good thing I wore my warm coat.” Glancing at the tower again he smirked and started on the path towards the building. His hand ran across the faded and matted gray and black fur coat, and into the leather lined pocket. He withdrew his headband and wrapped it around his forehead, “Don’t want to forget that.”
With a lengthy stride he came to the entrance of the Torre Celeste. Pushing the doors open he entered the all too familiar hallways. Memories of past missions and experiences flowed through him with each step he took into the building. His live was this building, the fellow shinobis, and the village. A pride and self-certainness rose in him in. He could truly smile again, as this place felt like home.
He stopped and pushed his dark green hair away from his eyes. In front of him sat the general secretary for the Torre Celeste. Rao cleared his throat softly before speaking, “Hello, my name is Hokoro Rao I’m a Jounin. I have been on an extended leave of absence, but I’m back now. I need to speak with whomever is the Main Branch Sennin. Or anyone that is supposed to help me get back into the swing of things, y’know?” He flashed a smile at the secretary as he waited.
WC: 334
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