Oh fuck. He'd really done it now, hadn't he? Where the hell had that little kid gotten to? "Juzaburo! Kid, where are you!?" You walk ahead just a little bit, in an attempt to avoid having to answer tricky questions, and suddenly you lose someone who should have been more than capable to keeping up. This is why Ginjiro usually kept to himself. "Yeah, I know Riza, I'm searching as fast as I can. I can't find him by myself, you know? This place is freaking-" Ginjiro had been walking forward without looking too much, and almost walked off the side of a cliff face. Stunned and surprised, the young man quickly applied the necessary chakra through his feet in order to keep himself rooted in place. Taking a second to collect his thoughts, the young man allowed the last few words of his sentence to roll out of his mouth. "...it's freaking huge and dangerous..." Stressed out beyond belief, the young man sat himself down on the craggy ground a little bit away from the cliff edge. Oh man, this wasn't going to work. Ginjiro didn't know this place nearly well enough, and if he kept stumbling around like an idiot—like he'd just been doing—he was going to get himself killed. He needed some help here. But where the heck were all the people? A puzzled look crossed over his face, as he seemed to be looking at something. Squinting, Ginjiro moved his face a little closer to try and get a better look at something. "Riza...is that a giant statue over there?" Holy shit, was that the village? Those giant gates, surrounded on either side of them with a giant bronze statue of a warrior, were home to Iwagakure. Surely they knew these lands better than he did? Smiling, the young man began to get up on his feet and brush the dirt and dust off of his pants. "Riza, I think I have an idea..."
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It had taken the young man a while to reach these gates, but their powerful presence seemed to be worth the trouble. They truly were awe inspiring. As his tattered clothes, dirty from travelling and use, flapped in the wind, the fires that lit the area would catch a glimpse of metal where his right arm should have been. He had a mechanical limb, for sure. Holding up both hands to his face, the young man took in a quick gulp of fresh air before crying out at the top of his lungs. "HEY, IS ANYONE HERE?!" The young man waited for a few moments. He needed to give the people time to hear his call, and to answer back. Ginjiro knew how difficult guarding a village could be. After giving them several moments, the young man prepared his lungs to call again. "I NEED ASSISTANCE! A LITTLE BOY IS LOST!" That should get their attention. Ginjiro had no idea what these people were like, but he was pretty sure that they would at least have some form of empathy for a lost child. Ginjiro needed help, and these people were the help he needed. He waited, seeing if anyone from this village would answer his call.