No one had bothered to stop him when he came in, so leaving should be just as simple a task. He wasn’t a Sunan shinobi, so the fear of one of theirs running away would be there. Nope - he was just a brown poncho-clad individual with swaddling of brown cloth covering his face and hair to keep out the sand.
Blending in, yo.
Jumping onto the back of an oxen-drawn cart, Migoya simply sat on the rim of the slowly moving vehicle, the pungent smell of fresh ox manure drifting from the contents of the cart. Why someone was carrying poo out of a city made sense to Migoya - this land was barren and fresh manure was a valuable commodity. Perhaps he should invest.
The driver of said cart obviously wasn’t too concerned about having a strange young man sit on the back of his poo cart. Perhaps because it was a poo cart, and most normal people wouldn’t want to sit so close to such a thing. Perhaps he was just lonely from never having found the true love of his life, after all women were such fickle creatures and much preferred goat herders over poo shufflers.
In any event the vast gates of Suna approached, the Toraono dojo’s flags flapping in the ever-present wind. Migoya looked them over, a small smile forming on his face. Suna had been good to him, and he would remember that.
[Force Exit]
[1 Hour]
Blending in, yo.
Jumping onto the back of an oxen-drawn cart, Migoya simply sat on the rim of the slowly moving vehicle, the pungent smell of fresh ox manure drifting from the contents of the cart. Why someone was carrying poo out of a city made sense to Migoya - this land was barren and fresh manure was a valuable commodity. Perhaps he should invest.
The driver of said cart obviously wasn’t too concerned about having a strange young man sit on the back of his poo cart. Perhaps because it was a poo cart, and most normal people wouldn’t want to sit so close to such a thing. Perhaps he was just lonely from never having found the true love of his life, after all women were such fickle creatures and much preferred goat herders over poo shufflers.
In any event the vast gates of Suna approached, the Toraono dojo’s flags flapping in the ever-present wind. Migoya looked them over, a small smile forming on his face. Suna had been good to him, and he would remember that.
[Force Exit]
[1 Hour]