Days like this seemed to dwell in dullness, the cloaked figure could only bask within the dreadful aura of the of the waking sun. Waves of radiation plummeted Kumogakure and the cloaked man in sequence, but it seemed he was getting the short end of the stick and was experiencing more of the unbarring heat then anyone else. What could be done though? He was in fact a stranger to this land and was definitely not adjusted to their weather at all. A confusing weather at that, where Kirigakure no Sato it rained twent-four/seven the weather here seemed to have a mind of it's own. Encroaching upon the entrance of the village the cloaked figure saw something that appealed to his interest. Not to attract attention to himself, he wavered in his intentions of apprehending said interest. The cloaked figured continued along the lines of other scrawling travelers scurrying along the mountain terrain towards the large gateway which made for the entrance of Kumogakure. Guarded by two chief shinobi who were lazily slaking off on the job.
The barred heat continued and he could only escape his bombardment of light waves by simply slipping into his subconscious mind to wander. Time seemed to stop, no longer relevant in his subconscious mind. He figuratively bounced from topic to topic pondering on all the aspects of his life: from what he was going to eat that night, to how this cloak made him appear rugged, he even retracted his sighting of the most gorgeous florist who adorned a small little kiosk that peaked his interest from before.
Her kiosk was just northwest of the cloaked man and three feet from the opening of the village gates, which was slightly unfair because no one could behold it's beauty from inside the village. It sat upon a pond that decorated the entrance. The structure must have been built into the ground to allow the body of water to surround it. A mere bravado of some sort to welcome travelers that came through Kumogakure with grace rather than effrontery. A distraction from the rough mountain terrain that engulfed Kumo. The mien of the pond was flourished with bouquet of fraxinella flowers, in a lesser meaning, the flowers symbolized the element of lightning which attests to Kumogakure's burning will and in turn resonates with the same corresponding energy that the village emitted.
Lilly pads decorated the actual essence of the pond, while touchstone rocks made for a bisecting bridge to walk on from the mainland to the kiosk. The dimensions of the pond bore a significant distance (12' x 12' or 144 sq. ft.) which dumbfounded the cloaked man at first sight. Regardless of the size of the pond, that girl and her bodacious body only made that kiosk seem like heaven. Chuckling, "Why such a big pond?"
In that same moment he drifted away from his subconscious mind and back to his conscious one to preview the latest mishaps of the world. Forging five singular hand motions in the form of a ram, boar, tiger, hare, and ox which where common in the ninja world. As he entered the village he took a load off and filled an empty pocket of space on a frail nugatory two seater bench which stood on the inside of the village, easing his bodily chakra to encompass the other half of the bench in a duplicate of himself. Lazily sitting and surveying the actions of the crowd closely. Peering deep within the village from the bench, the streets were alive with the flow of bodies. A plethora of voices bounced off of the wooden and concrete buildings that were packed so tightly, creating a funnel of imperceptibility.
Which made his actions minuscule in comparison to the bustling city. In the midst of enjoying such a jovial and wonderful scenery that was Kumogakure, the shinobi had other objects to deal with. The cloaked figure was always eager to take up actions on his own and this would be considered his biggest whim to do reconnaissance on the Raikage. The solitary cloaked figure was full to the brim as it sat closer to the edge of a small wooden bench, casting the occasional glow that illuminated an aura of chakra around it. This incorporeal body soon made it's way toward the crowd in a menacing way. In an ellipsis of action, the cloaked figure breached upon the alleyways of the village, making his way to the towering building that was the office of the Raikage. In the same fashion Nezumi sat up from the bench his made his own way toward the office as well.
The barred heat continued and he could only escape his bombardment of light waves by simply slipping into his subconscious mind to wander. Time seemed to stop, no longer relevant in his subconscious mind. He figuratively bounced from topic to topic pondering on all the aspects of his life: from what he was going to eat that night, to how this cloak made him appear rugged, he even retracted his sighting of the most gorgeous florist who adorned a small little kiosk that peaked his interest from before.
Her kiosk was just northwest of the cloaked man and three feet from the opening of the village gates, which was slightly unfair because no one could behold it's beauty from inside the village. It sat upon a pond that decorated the entrance. The structure must have been built into the ground to allow the body of water to surround it. A mere bravado of some sort to welcome travelers that came through Kumogakure with grace rather than effrontery. A distraction from the rough mountain terrain that engulfed Kumo. The mien of the pond was flourished with bouquet of fraxinella flowers, in a lesser meaning, the flowers symbolized the element of lightning which attests to Kumogakure's burning will and in turn resonates with the same corresponding energy that the village emitted.
Lilly pads decorated the actual essence of the pond, while touchstone rocks made for a bisecting bridge to walk on from the mainland to the kiosk. The dimensions of the pond bore a significant distance (12' x 12' or 144 sq. ft.) which dumbfounded the cloaked man at first sight. Regardless of the size of the pond, that girl and her bodacious body only made that kiosk seem like heaven. Chuckling, "Why such a big pond?"
[Enter Kumogakure no Sato]
In that same moment he drifted away from his subconscious mind and back to his conscious one to preview the latest mishaps of the world. Forging five singular hand motions in the form of a ram, boar, tiger, hare, and ox which where common in the ninja world. As he entered the village he took a load off and filled an empty pocket of space on a frail nugatory two seater bench which stood on the inside of the village, easing his bodily chakra to encompass the other half of the bench in a duplicate of himself. Lazily sitting and surveying the actions of the crowd closely. Peering deep within the village from the bench, the streets were alive with the flow of bodies. A plethora of voices bounced off of the wooden and concrete buildings that were packed so tightly, creating a funnel of imperceptibility.
Which made his actions minuscule in comparison to the bustling city. In the midst of enjoying such a jovial and wonderful scenery that was Kumogakure, the shinobi had other objects to deal with. The cloaked figure was always eager to take up actions on his own and this would be considered his biggest whim to do reconnaissance on the Raikage. The solitary cloaked figure was full to the brim as it sat closer to the edge of a small wooden bench, casting the occasional glow that illuminated an aura of chakra around it. This incorporeal body soon made it's way toward the crowd in a menacing way. In an ellipsis of action, the cloaked figure breached upon the alleyways of the village, making his way to the towering building that was the office of the Raikage. In the same fashion Nezumi sat up from the bench his made his own way toward the office as well.
- Spoiler:
- Chakra Pool: 275/300
