As time progressed the sun had completely cleared it's colossal leap across the horizon; night had begun to cast a blanket of darkness across the entire village. It was soon remedied by paper lanterns that were strategically placed along the village with the Iwagakure insignia painted along the base. A soft whistling sound echoed across the village as gentle breezes swept through the area, grinding against the most delicate cracks of the stony terrain. It was rather soothing; the soft glow of the lanterns, the sounds of nature, complimented with that ol' so delicate fragrance that would only reside in higher altitudes. Despite the ideal scenery the villagers were nothing shy of anxious; several minutes had passed yet this mysterious figure had not only state his reason for being here, he hadn't spoken a single word. Anxiety eventually turned into fear, and fear eventually turned into anger. They had certainly gone through enough and their audible whispers of concerns were quite evident that they were fed up with it.

"Why is he here? What are they waiting for? Why don't they just attack him? He doesn't belong here!"

The whispers eventually shifted to murmurs and eventually to demands; however the masked men remained poised and kept a relatively defensive stance. Despite the intruders ominous aura, he showed no ill will towards the village nor aggression for that matter. The commotion had escalated once a few shinobi of the village became present; they were of all ranks and certainly felt as if they were capable of handling the unknown assailant. Just as things began to reach it's climax, the young assailant lifted his head slightly moments before a blurred silhouette appeared before, him just before taking the shape of the anbu soldier that was sent to deliver the message.

"Took you long enough."

The young assailant uttered softly, pausing for a moment before pushing himself into a standing manner. He dusted himself off and kept his attention on himself for the most part: "I assume that the Tsuichikage has approved of the audience with me? I was hoping for him to retrieve me personally; the towns folk were starting to get... restless" There was a hint of arrogance concealed in his soft and innocent tone; however, the Anbu soldier managed to pick up on it rather easily. "We'll see how arrogant you are, after the kage is done with you." The cloaked assiliant broke into a very faint chuckle as he gave the anbu informant a solemn bow: "Indeed; please, lead the way." After they concluded their conversation the Anbu soldier proceeded towards the Tsuichikage plaza; as they approached the crowd, the onlookers parted as the group passed by. The anbu soldiers all surrounded the cloak assailant, leaving him no room for any kind of deviations along the path to the kage.

Several minutes had passed and soon the whispers and murmurs were replaced by the reverberating sounds of the chiming crickets. They arrived to the Tsuichikage's tower and begun to ascend up the flight of stairs. Their formation hadn't fautlered at the slightest and the there was no conversation amongst the group. Once they reached the top of the stairs they with inside two massive doors and begun walking a path leading into the throne room. There followed a long red carpet with several pillars leading down the walk way. Along the stone walls were images of the former Kage in all of their glory. For a brief moment the cloak assailant had come to a halt in front of the former Kage's Arashi's portrait, admiring it from a distance. It was as if he was familiar with the kage or perhaps had some history with him. Needless to say his daze had been shattered once the Anbu from the rear had given him a push. They eventually went down a flight of stairs and came across two massive doors and above the doors there was a sign with the word: "Tsuichikage."

Once the doors had opened the cloaked assailant entered, coming to a halt once inside peaking over his shoulder as the doors would shut behind him. A loud clicking sound would echo across the room as they would lock the door from the outside. The cloaked assailant would shift his attention on the Kage, taking notice of his rather apathetic posture. "Seems like you've been very busy in my absence." He started as he approached the kage, walking down the long walk way to make his way towards the Kanetsu. "I half expected you to get complacent and blend in with the shinobi, but this..." He paused as he made a gesture signifying how big he had become: "This is incredible; I'm mildly impressed, but certainly knew you had it in you." At this point he was merely ten meters away from the Kanetsu; he had no doubts that Kazu knew who he was - at this point it was a matter formalities.  With that thought in mind he placed an idle hand on the top of his head, clutching the fabric of the cloak and pulling it from him and tossing it off to the side.

His long red hair would fall to his lower back; emerald green eyes would focus on the kanetsu on his throne, and a soft smile would curve his nimble lips. "It's good to see you again Kazu."  He concluded, knowing his entire presence was quite peculiar. Ever since he had left the village five years ago; there was no communication between the two and while Kazu remained in the lime life, whispers of his success and journey traveled quite far. However during the five year time span Zwei had managed to stay under the radar and no one had known what he had been up to or where he had been for that matter. "I came as soon as I heard the village was under attack; however, it seems that you guys managed quite well."