Something akin to unassuming, Umashi had a few things packed and had made certain affairs in order before he left. The Med Chiefs would run things until he returned and he'd already left that letter to Hissori about him trying to get a few intervillage things running between Iwa and Kumo. Of course that required travel because Umashi was at times totally above sending a measly letter to do his bidding. These sorts of things usually worked best when there was face to face contact and that was a principle that Umashi was going to stick to . . . for the moment of course. Usually it wasn't the Sennin who ran and did these sorts of missions but when forging new alliances, it was best to send your best, or as close to the gold standard as possible. Geared up in his normal earthy red garb, he looked from behind his mask for whoever was on duty or completely capable of letting him out. Namely anybody that had two legs and an IQ higher than that of six year old . . . because usually by seven most of those kids were shooting fireballs from their mouths and saving villages from former Sannin.
OOC: Requesting exit from practically anybody, LOL.
OOC: Requesting exit from practically anybody, LOL.