Iwagakure. The Hidden Rock Village.

The defensive powerhouse of all alliances. It had a nice ring to it. A figure moved in the shadows of the trees and apparently appeared upon the cliff of the sightseeing cliff in the south. The figure belonged to none other than the male himself. He reached to the village for observance and a quick look around. He heard word of a Dr. Kajiya from multiple rumors that this person resided in the village of Iwagakure only exclusive to those of high rank.

"A doctor who does facial transformations..." That creeped him and his system a little. And this doctor practices Medical Ninjutsu to a very high degree on his side. Interesting. As he swiftly jumped from the cliff to the rocky terrain, his eyes gave the appearance of a vicious dog with his fangs still in appearance. The wind wasn't that strong here, causing his black hair to move where the wind blows along with the hood covering his appearance, masking him of his true image.

He was finally out of the Kirigakure and the horrible stench that had left him for 8 to 9 years now. Maybe this might be a new start for the male. He needed a change in scenery, as the Village hidden in the mist was a little too much for him for 9 years now. He sighed at that statement as he shook his head. It smelled of trouble, and possibly a war. He wondered though, if this rouge lifestyle would be good for him. Not taking any orders, free traveling under no surveillance, unlimited training. He might get used to this. No chakra in his path, he was alone. Perfect.

"Let's see what Iwagakure has to offer..." He spoke softly. He already had a plan-in-motion, the final piece was simple: Got to Sunagakure to pick up a very heavy package. Until then, time for a little relaxation in this new village. He wanted to find this doctor after hearing so many rumors about this... Dr. Kajiya. That name ringed a bell in his ears and eventually in his brain. Holding Naiya in her scabbard, he ventured Iwagakure on his quest to find this Dr. Kajiya. Maybe he might have the answers that the male is seeking.

Tsuyo had taken to helping the people of Iwagakure in his free time. He went by the name Dr. Kajiya and had opened up a clinic a mile outside the village. People with illness and made appointments just to see him free of charge. Every other day emergencies aside he would be found in the clinic for several hours. Just practicing his medicine. Today was one of those days. He approached the front of the small white building with a soft whistle. He had two appointments today. But that was hardly going to take him much time. His attire was actually very fancy. Black boots shined to perfection along with black italian made pants. His shirt was a silver silk buttoned up to the neck with a black tie. A black vest with gold buttons and a black suit coat over it all. His hair fell about his face but some how seemed styled to fall that way. While on his face was a pair of dark tinted glasses to hide his silver eyes.

Unlocking the door He would step inside and flip the sign to open as he moved over to his office unlocking it as well. The inside of the building was incredibly clean but there was no secretary. In his office he moved over to his chair taking off his suit coat and settling it over the back of the chair before slipping into his white lab coat. Letting it drape to half way down his calves and remained open.

The appointments went by quickly. A girl who had an illness needed a check up and a new prescription. And a young man who needed a cast removed. Neither took more then an hour and before noon he was done. The clinic was empty. So he left his door open and went into his office. Pushing his glasses up his nose before beginning some paper work.

The streets of Iwagakure talked good, mainly about the council and this Dr. Kajiya person that he kept on hearing about when he first got here. He also had heard of some secrecy in the village, but there was no accurate say so in such, so he paid such little statements no attention. Voices after voices after voices... did the village people have to be all around at one time? No matter. He had an objective: See the doc, get any information out of him, and then go to Sunagakure to pick up the "package". So, he sought out to find this doctor that every had spoken. Voices started to come back to his head. Memories of his past once more. He tumbled while he walked like a dead body moving. Why was he having this thoughts once more? And more of the thoughts had come from his days in Kirigakure for when it had gotten burned down by that same ninja 8 to 9 years ago. He couldn't do much because he thought he was not strong enough. Now, was he even up for the task?

Get... out of my... head... The thoughts of those same civilians that died in the fire... he couldn't bear the thought of such. He walked as a soul-less corpse throughout Iwagakure with no purpose to live anymore. He then stopped at a building that had seemed strange to him. He tilted his head with a confused look in his eyes. It was a clinic of course, but why did he stop here? That question would have to be answered soon as he opened the door and stepped inside. The inside of the building was neat and clean, a more professional place to be exact. Hmm... something about this place felt uncertain to the male. Anyway, Jurou had on his usual attire: Hoodie with his hood covering his face, regular ninja pants, and japanese split-socks, or traditional tabi. He had a jagged cloak that usually flared upward. He remembered that he gave his scarf to his daughter Chei 9 years ago. He walked around the building, unsure of what the hell what made him go into the clinic until he saw a little room that read someone's name and office under it. He could not make out the name, but he decided to knock anyway.

He wanted answers. Something told him that this would be the place to get his questions answered.

Tsuyo had been nose deep in paper work and studying when he heard the front door open. He had no appointments but it wasn't unlikely some one would come here in an emergency. Still there was the flip side to that coin when running a clinic. Any junky would wait till the good doctor was alone to put a knife in him and steal some drugs. It wouldn't be the first time some one had tried it. But Tsuyo's presence alone had left them unconscious and foaming at the mouth. The will power of these junkies was less then a genins. And he had made a genin vomit before just standing to close to him when he let loose. He smiled at the thought. Who would this stranger be? A thief or a patient? Either way he was prepared to deal with the situation. He let his silver eyes look up through the red tinted glasses as he gazed at the open office door. Waiting for which would pop up around the corner.

Still the hand that reached out and knocked on his door was a little bit of a surprise. He smiled a coy smile as he watched and waited folding his hands on his desk. There was no smell of blood. So either some one was looking for a consultation or they had a new illness. Or it was a very sassy assailant. Either way it would be more entertaining then paper work. Still he tilted his head and leaned forward. Very much the image of a concerned doctor. He really wanted to see how this played out.

"Please. Come in. I am Dr. Kajiya and welcome to my clinic. Water?"

"Please. Come in. I am Dr. Kajiya and welcome to my clinic. Water?"

That voice... where in the hell was that voice coming from? And... wait... what was his name again? He had to hear the name again one more time. He looked at the office door once more while gaining conscious. This was... Dr. KAJIYA'S OFFICE!? Well, speak of the devil, he finally found the person he was looking for. He breathed in and out, regaining his strength and conscious altogether as he tried to stand tall. His height towered most at 6 foot and 7", something that he thought would never happen in his lifetime, but now was not the time to ponder on the past. The male was good in health, feeling better as the thoughts in his head had escaped him. He forgot the question that the doctor had asked him. Was he really thirsty because of what happened? He was just tired. It did not really bother him to be drenched out already, but it would be nice to get a glass of water. He walked to the desk while looking around. The place was cozy and comfortable. He might get used to the place after all. "..." No words were being said as the question still came into his mind. Was he really thirsty, once again? He guess he could get a quick drink before asking any questions.

"Yes. A medium glass would be fine, Dr." He insisted. While paitently waiting for the doctor with his glass, in case he ever gets one, he did have a few questions in mind. "So... is there anything I should know about you Doctor? Rumors about you are rising..." There were good rumors after all, but they were still rumors though. He had left Kiri and wanted to start a new life, a new shinobi way. He wanted to go to Suna and pick up the "package", but it would be best for him to keep a low profile and possibly a more different name and even a different facial structure in that manner. He sighed at the entire situation. This was much harder then he though.

The man looked like he had been through a winters night and a half. To be honest he wondered if the man was malnourished. He frowned and rose from his seat as he moved to the water jug. Pouring a glass of ice cold water before setting it in front of the man. Speaking as he moved with a practiced grace. A trained eye such as Jurou's would be able to note a couple of things. If his senses where sharp enough then first the man moved in such fluid movements he was actually hard to read. Likely a taijutsu specialist and of an impossible level of skill too. Second was that he was hiding his presence. Like a huge wolf on the other side of a wall. Something told you not to go to the other side of the wall but was unclear as to why. Still Tsuyo kept talking as he walked into the lobby ever so briefly to lock the door and flip the sign to closed before returning. Placing a hand on Jurous forehead to check for a temperature.


"I practice all forms of the medical arts Sir. I heal the sick and mend the wounded. I can even put on new limbs and reconstruct destroyed skin on the face. However Sir. I am concerned about your health. Likely as not your stress levels and poor diet have affected your health." He then sat back on the desk looking at him sternly through the glasses. "Care to tell me what your running from? You have doctor patient confidentiality here."