While people know that information starts from libraries and books located within the village, but reliable information comes from the word of mouth, sealed by their own words that came out of their mouths, making promises that they'll hold to their graves. These tomes, scrolls and books were passed down from generation to generation, written by a man that might have plagiarized the texts just to add their own twist until a simple story becomes a book full of fantasy. So what could he possibly be doing outside the village gates right after getting permission to enter? Simple, to look for outsiders who may have known legends or stories from the land of Lightning. If he was inside the village, the only reliable people to ask if for the shinobi ranks or elders who have lived their lives inside the wall, youngsters may have heard stories but never once seen it.
His eyes focused near and far, looking for a living soul to talk to but none seems to have passed by, the weather was definitely good and nice for traveling so hopefully, a person can drop by for a quick moment for a little chat, all for the sake of his research.
He sat nearby the gates, he wouldn't wish to walk around the gates to find an old hermit - well maybe he will if too much time has passed and not a single soul has passed. For now, he closely monitored the gates, looking for someone to enter the village's gates or those who are about to leave for a quick stop.
[MFT - 264 WC]