Kui skipped, his black robe fluttering along as the frayed and torn bottom lining dangled almost to his ankles. The wooden sandals he wore clicked and clacked merrily as the deranged man traveled along the path like an excited child. His skin was so pale, rendered that way by the cold embrace of a concrete cell with no windows. His lips were black, perhaps dyed that way by the bloodstains of many men and women. His hair was untamed, the snowiest white color one could've imagined. He lacked color almost entirely, and didn't fit in well at all with harsh barren surroundings of the Iwagakure wilderness. Red clay formations and hanging rock beds all around made the nearly completely black and white young man seem like a mirage.

The only detail about him that broke the silent whisper of black and white, was his bloodstained left eye. The sclera was bitch black while the pupil and every other segment was dyed Crimson. As he walked along, around, directly off of, and essentially darted everywhere within the length of that path to Iwagakure, he appeared to be having the time of his life. That was, until his stomach rumbled. The intense burning sensations of hunger echoed pain throughout his body. He hated that acidic burn. He growled aloud in discontent, to himself. His happy playful stride converted quickly into a brisk, angered walk as he muttered and mumbled angry curses and slurs about anything and everything. Namely his complaint was about the man who he had killed and eaten along the road three days ago. The drunkard had soiled his body with drugs and chemicals and it had made Kui more sick than it did fill him up, leading to the current moment's displeasure. It was this world's fault. Everyone hates life so they drug themselves and spoil their flesh for a moment of freedom from the sorrow. Wretched, stupid humanity. Yet they called him mad. They locked him away in a meat locker for all of those many years. What kind of horrible men keep a man locked away with slabs of meat.

He was almost foaming at the mouth in a self-induced rage as he clamored on down the path. The grandeur of the massive village was officially within sight as he proceeded forth. Would entry be easy? He had no idea. If those in charge of the gates had any kind of situational awareness they would see that Kui wasn't all there. However, not being all there didn't disqualify someone from entering a village, did it?

He was still around 15 minutes away from the village when he trailed off, panting, and sat on a nearby rock, which was perched precariously atop another rock in a strange formation. He kicked his legs and hummed, resting a bit in the heat of the sun.

WC: 482

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