Some time ago, Kazan had called out the village's leadership. At that point in time, it was to test their resolve and see if they'd react; spoiler, they did. However, now that time had passed and Kazan had stepped up to become a Sennin himself, his curiosity had piqued. Was he just in the right place at the right time? Or, was he truly worthy to stand among them. Work as a Sennin had been rough, and more time consuming than he had originally anticipated, but he tried his best. That being said, he hardly ever had time to train and push himself these days. But, even when he did find time to, instead he spent it hunting just to relieve stress. Because of that, he was a little worried that he might have gotten a little rusty.
In truth, during his journey he had lost a large part of the strength he was so proud of, and somehow developed new, odd, techniques. As a result, Kazan didn't know his ceiling or what he was fully capable of these days. But hopefully, that would all change soon. Several weeks prior, Kazan had sent a letter to the Anbu Sennin, Abyss, requesting her assistance. That letter explained how during his journey he somehow lost access to his Sharingan, and developed new combat abilities. It also explained that he hadn't had much time to thoroughly test his abilities with his new position, and was wanting a capable training partner.
This letter wasn't a challenge, but a request to help him find his ceiling and perhaps to relieved some stress along the way. He didn't know if this would help her in any way, but it would perhaps be a great way for the two of them to form some type of a bond, or hopefully build some form of trust. After all, knowing you have a strong ally to rely on was comforting and hopefully he could give her that type of reassurance.
With his intentions made clear, he would show up here today dressed in a different type of armor than usual. While still armor, it was more of the medium type; tighter fitting to his body, allowing for more maneuverability. His classic red cape draped from his shoulders, a golden colored belt, and his hair loosely tied hanging down. His once regal and well maintained beard was now scruffy in apperance, giving off an exhausted look to his face. He knew he had let his personal apperance get slightly out of control, but at least his armor was freshly shined and well maintained. Though, that did make him wonder what abyss looked like. Honestly, he didn't really know her true name or what she looked like. For all he knew, he passed her everyday and thought nothing of her being a fellow Sennin. "I wonder." He thought to himself. "Hopefully she has time today." He told himself, as he thought of everything he had caught her doing since he became a Sennin.
[Wc: 300+] [Marked]
