The man sighed a bit. His Straw hat covering the top of his head and hiding his emerald green eyes. On his back was a large traveler’s bag filled with summoning scrolls that held the man’s belongings. He had white airated pants and a light powder blue t-shirt that was unneath his normal mesh protection vest.
His scars that couldn’t be seen by the eyes of the prying people around the gates. The drama of his past villages that couldn’t be stolen by anyone in the world. His life experience all locked away in his brain. His life again had become one of leisure and relaxation though from the eyes that fell on him, he felt that everyone knew him now. As he waited outside these gates, the strawberry blonde man felt for the first time something he had not felt in a long time, danger.
He had nothing else to lose though right. Without the pressures of a village on his back, and no associated village, the former shinobi, turned medic, turned leader of a nation Hissori would be free to wander the world. High of this re-awakened feeling, Hissori’s brain whirled. Dropping his passport onto the sandy ground, Hissori sighed. “Ain’t that just like me.” Hissori mumbled as he slowly bent over to retrieve it still lost in though.
By the time he had gotten to Iwagakure, the Inuzuka had been living like a king. There he had used up all his money. He had been looking for a home.
Home. He had certainly found one there, spending his saving on the hospital, and on trying to make Iwagakure great. But it was in this way they all knew he’d be free. Just like those blue birds Hissori had been seeing around, he’d be free. And wasn’t that just like him?
Smiling and showing off his canine like teeth, Hissori would hand over the worn and beaten passport. “Just one old medic looking for a place to stay.” Hissori said as his tip the old and equally beaten Kirigakurian emblem up to whoever took his passport, hoping not to cause a scene. But wasn’t it just like him to cause one?
His scars that couldn’t be seen by the eyes of the prying people around the gates. The drama of his past villages that couldn’t be stolen by anyone in the world. His life experience all locked away in his brain. His life again had become one of leisure and relaxation though from the eyes that fell on him, he felt that everyone knew him now. As he waited outside these gates, the strawberry blonde man felt for the first time something he had not felt in a long time, danger.
He had nothing else to lose though right. Without the pressures of a village on his back, and no associated village, the former shinobi, turned medic, turned leader of a nation Hissori would be free to wander the world. High of this re-awakened feeling, Hissori’s brain whirled. Dropping his passport onto the sandy ground, Hissori sighed. “Ain’t that just like me.” Hissori mumbled as he slowly bent over to retrieve it still lost in though.
By the time he had gotten to Iwagakure, the Inuzuka had been living like a king. There he had used up all his money. He had been looking for a home.
Home. He had certainly found one there, spending his saving on the hospital, and on trying to make Iwagakure great. But it was in this way they all knew he’d be free. Just like those blue birds Hissori had been seeing around, he’d be free. And wasn’t that just like him?
Smiling and showing off his canine like teeth, Hissori would hand over the worn and beaten passport. “Just one old medic looking for a place to stay.” Hissori said as his tip the old and equally beaten Kirigakurian emblem up to whoever took his passport, hoping not to cause a scene. But wasn’t it just like him to cause one?
