"..."
The Toraono Dojo.
How long had it been? Months? Years? Without technology it was hard to keep track of time...and out in the harsh desert that effect was multiplied tenfold. These unforgiving sands that covered Wind Country swallowed up everything that was offered to them and even claimed some things that weren't. Time was one of those things.
Sunlight bore down on the dunes especially heavily on this day. It was summer so the normally sweltering heat was nearly suffocating now. A cloaked figure stalked silently over the ever-shifting sands. The garment they were wrapped in was dark green in color and seemed to be a tattered old thing. A large hood was pulled over their face, completely obstructing vision of it. Almost their entire body was covered up...except for a pair of straw sandals adorning two legs wrapped in bandages. It was obvious to anyone from Sunagakure that this person was not native to the land. For perhaps he would've approached the village in proper fashion or followed some sort of protocol for entry. Instead this person only continued to move at a casual pace towards the Dojo.
Loose sand swirled all around as the figure grew nearer and nearer the village entrance. What sort of welcoming party was in store? An old friend? A new enemy? Only time would tell.
[Requesting Entry]
