The Second Visit is Always More Fun [Requesting Entrance]

[Kazu]

How many years had it been since he'd seen these lands? Felt the stinging wind on his face and the burning sun beat down on his tired body? The last time he was here, he was but a boy following orders. And now? He was a man on a mission. As the young man peered out of the hooded robe he'd wrapped himself in to try and stave off the sun's malevolent beating, he spied a familiar structure. Slowly making his way towards the grand dojo, the young man remembered the night of that wedding oh so long ago. He remembered the extravagance, the subterfuge, and the confusion. The memory of such times brought a smile to Ginjiro's face, as he remembered how young and naive he'd been then. Sometimes he wished he could just return to such days.

Nearing the entrance to the Toraono Dojo, Ginjiro reached out with his left hand to knock. "Hello? Anyone home? I just came over to borrow a cup of sugar. That, and to ask where the heck the entrance to Sunagakure went. It's not where it used to be!" He waited, until hopefully the doors opened to him. The young man pulled down his travelling hood, revealing sparkling green eyes filled with good natured mirth and a smile that felt positively mischievous. The young man's chestnut brown hair had bits of sand tangled up in it, seeing as how his hair was an unruly spiked mess. His white robe covered much of his body, except for the wooden sandals that adorned his feet. Ginjiro spoke, his voice whimsical and a tad goofy. "Hey, thanks for opening the door, buddy. Mind letting me in?"

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Re: The Second Visit is Always More Fun [Requesting Entrance

A strange masked ANBU with horns responded to the knock and the chakra panels reacted identifying Ginjiro as a previous visitor without any previous crimes against Sunagakure. Still not relaxed the masked ANBU standing at 6 feet 4 inches Black Sharingan weighed in at two hundred and fifty pounds. He wore a sand camouflage pattern heavy armor made of Takahashi fire-forged steel with matte-black transformation seals allowing it to switch from desert colors to pitch black dependent on Kuro’s vocal command or four tap sonic patterned code along his right thigh plate. Black Sharingan wore a matching belt and sheath around his waist where he had sheathed a pair of blade attachments for his battle gauntlets. Black Sharingan wore his battle pouch atop the belt it was a simple lizard leather pouch but easily camouflaged by rubbing it with sand or crushed stone if ever necessary just above his right hip. Black Sharingan wore his leg sheath on the interior of his left armored thigh just atop his silk gi shorts. A convenient slot in the multi-folded steel of his left thigh armor allowed Black Sharingan full access to his items without showing exactly where it was till he motioned to grab it. Securing his Takahashi forged battle guards and lower leggings were Black Sharingan’s enhanced runic terran sealed leather wraps for his hands, forearms, shins and feet. Black Sharingan had wrapped his armored tail around his belt making it appear that Kuro wore a belt of armor resembling hand-sized reinforced double blades. Black Sharingan wore his mane of silver hair in tight war braids in ancient ceremonial fashion making his oxen horns much more pronounced but also making him look like a serious battle veteran. Since the death of yet another ANBU at the entrance to the Toraono Dojo Kuro had taken up more shifts himself.

“It has been quite a while since your previous visit ((checks chakra crystal display of file)) Ginjiro-san of the Leaf, please present your documents and you will surely be granted entry.”

 

[Kazu]

Re: The Second Visit is Always More Fun [Requesting Entrance

As the door opened, the young man found himself staring directly into the torso of a much larger and burlier fellow. Blinking a few times, Ginjiro slowly moved his gaze upwards to settle upon the great horned mask. His mouth was hanging slightly open. "Holy shit, man. You're built like a fucking tank." The whole getup was crazy. How did he even wear that thing without overheating in this desert heat? Maybe they had some crazy good air conditioning inside or something? Either way, it wasn't until this minotaur-looking dude spoke up that Ginjiro snapped out of his day dreaming. "Huh, what? You mean you guys still have me on file? That's ludicrous! I haven't been here in, like...," the young man paused in his sentence to count out using his fingers something which should have been relatively simple, "...I don't know, nine years? Ten, maybe? What kind of crazy good filing system you got in there, anyways?" Sighing about the annoyances of bureaucracies and something about "the system, man," Ginjiro managed to fish out an old and tattered looking booklet. The leather cover looked worn beyond belief, but you could still make out a faint trace of gold where the emblem of Leaf City used to sit. How metaphorically fitting. "I don't know how much good it'll do you. Thing's ancient, and it caused all sorts of problems for me trying to get into Kumogakure. Probably easier if you treat me as a newcomer." Nonchalantly, the young man handed the passport over to the hulking behemoth. Ginjiro wondered whether the pages would be too small for his massive hands to turn?

As the big guy dealt with that nonsense, Ginjiro wondered whether he could get a glimpse inside this old place. Peering around the guard's frame, the young man recognized a few of the ornaments and decorations from the last time he was here. That had certainly been a grand wedding. "So, what's up with the entrance to Sunagakure? Didn't it use to be over there, somewhere?" Ginjiro gestured out into the desert as he said this, not really sure where exactly it had used to be. The young man looked back up at the Goliath who was handling his paperwork, and gave him a smile. "I guess things really do change, huh? Kind of odd."

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Re: The Second Visit is Always More Fun [Requesting Entrance

Sharingan Kuro removed his mask with a flicker of his hand and smiled at Ginjiro "Well the filing system is quite archaic but easily used and kept up to date, and your original passport matches my records, welcome back to Sunagakure Ginjiro-san, I apologize for my method of greeting but we have suffered casualties when I am not around and I tire of letting our citizens down. As for you, you are welcome here, be on your guard as we still have terrorists and have yet to finish building city walls. Also due to attacks by terrorists the original entrance to Sunagakure was destroyed and as such my dojo is now the gates until a new one can be established. You may use your quarters here, not much has changed for the dojo and you as always are welcome to whatever hospitality we can muster."<i></i>

Sharingan Kuro returned his passport and gave the grown man a hearty handshake before showing him down the hallway to the outskirts of the above ground village. "Feel free to return to the dojo anytime and I will do my best to be available."<i></i>

Entry Granted