[Clone]
A lone man appeared at the gates; well... not exactly a man- anyone with decent chakra sense would identify the figure as a simple chakra construct, a clone. The clone was dressed in royal blue fatigues and a brown hooded cloak. He stood motionless for a few seconds before trying to address whoever or whatever happened to be on guard at the time.
"I bear a diplomatic message from the Pontiff's Court, to be delivered to the most relevant available authority." the clone said in a calm monotone.