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Eyes slid open as the earliest sun rays strike through the tent fabric, illuminating the insides as if the world itself welcomed him. Washed his face and his body after which he put on his simplest of clothes, white sheets clipped in a loose kimono pattern going from shoulder to feet, revealing his bare stomach. And as he opened up the tents his heart skipped a beat, the sun was exceptionally beautiful on the day, and as the wind shifted upon empty dunes he felt a little awestruck he couldn’t help but simply stare and admire the path they had all set upon. Every morning in the past few months when he woke up and he looked out he hoped, wished for deep down to the see the brightly lit snowy landscape of his home. He wished for his eyes to burn as the sun reflected upon the newly fallen snow. But alas, it wasn’t to be. Not for many years it seemed. Maybe when they reach Stone they could set up camp for a longer duration of time, maybe over the winter. He hoped to see snow fall at least once in another country before he went back home.
Smiles was all that he saw as he took a short walk through his camp, it wasn’t bigger than a few families and a good set of soldiers, consisting of both trained shinobi and family fathers and sons ready with weapons. The mothers and daughters also wielded weapons but mostly daggers. He always ensured that everyone who reached the age of fourteen had basic training with a dagger or a hammer. (depending on what profession they were to be in)
Their supplies was plentifold, their only real problem was the travel time, they had to usually make camp every night, every day worked out pretty much the same way. Wake up, pack up, begin walking, lunch break, more walking, another short food break, last stretch of walking, and lastly pack out camp, have dinner and then back to bed.
Their first stop was Sand Country where-in they had heard of a Shinobi Village, hidden away in the midst of the dunes. An incredibly difficult find, but a worthy one. The plan was to find an oasis in the region where the village was supposedly located and then begin searching, combing through the entire region, with their training and skills the Shinobi in the caravan should be able to handle it fairly quickly.
Then came the important part. He would have to infiltrate or publically enter the village of Sand and begin to investigate the recent newcomers of the village. Hopefully he would be able to find signs of his doctor ‘friend’.
And so the day began, after everyone had finished breakfast they began packing down the camp, himself assisting with the packing of his own tent. The heat of the sun making his brow sweat. The wagons beginning slowly to get saddled and filled up.
They had entered the area of Sand Country where-in civilization rested.|[/col]
Eyes slid open as the earliest sun rays strike through the tent fabric, illuminating the insides as if the world itself welcomed him. Washed his face and his body after which he put on his simplest of clothes, white sheets clipped in a loose kimono pattern going from shoulder to feet, revealing his bare stomach. And as he opened up the tents his heart skipped a beat, the sun was exceptionally beautiful on the day, and as the wind shifted upon empty dunes he felt a little awestruck he couldn’t help but simply stare and admire the path they had all set upon. Every morning in the past few months when he woke up and he looked out he hoped, wished for deep down to the see the brightly lit snowy landscape of his home. He wished for his eyes to burn as the sun reflected upon the newly fallen snow. But alas, it wasn’t to be. Not for many years it seemed. Maybe when they reach Stone they could set up camp for a longer duration of time, maybe over the winter. He hoped to see snow fall at least once in another country before he went back home.Smiles was all that he saw as he took a short walk through his camp, it wasn’t bigger than a few families and a good set of soldiers, consisting of both trained shinobi and family fathers and sons ready with weapons. The mothers and daughters also wielded weapons but mostly daggers. He always ensured that everyone who reached the age of fourteen had basic training with a dagger or a hammer. (depending on what profession they were to be in)
Their supplies was plentifold, their only real problem was the travel time, they had to usually make camp every night, every day worked out pretty much the same way. Wake up, pack up, begin walking, lunch break, more walking, another short food break, last stretch of walking, and lastly pack out camp, have dinner and then back to bed.
Their first stop was Sand Country where-in they had heard of a Shinobi Village, hidden away in the midst of the dunes. An incredibly difficult find, but a worthy one. The plan was to find an oasis in the region where the village was supposedly located and then begin searching, combing through the entire region, with their training and skills the Shinobi in the caravan should be able to handle it fairly quickly.
Then came the important part. He would have to infiltrate or publically enter the village of Sand and begin to investigate the recent newcomers of the village. Hopefully he would be able to find signs of his doctor ‘friend’.
And so the day began, after everyone had finished breakfast they began packing down the camp, himself assisting with the packing of his own tent. The heat of the sun making his brow sweat. The wagons beginning slowly to get saddled and filled up.
They had entered the area of Sand Country where-in civilization rested.|[/col]
[Entering Sand Country]
Full frontal appearance was the most important when dealing with new individuals, putting on a good smile was usually not enough. A proper hairdo, clean clothese, a washed face, and if appropriate so clean underwear, nothing too smelly.
For the first time, she stopped.