The fresh air and the warm takigakure climate was something that seemed familiar to Kaneda Sarutobi, this place wasn't all too different then the forests of the fire country that the boy once called home. He had been  in this foreign land for almost an hour and he was already concerned about where his next meal was coming from and where he was going to sleep, it's true he made it to the exams but by some miracle that didn't necessarily mean that it would be smooth sailing. The boy hadn't eaten in a 26 hours and his stomach was attempting to get his attention by making violent grumbling noises, "Damn."  Kaneda muttered under his breath, No money, no family, 12 and stuck in the middle of Taki. Then it dawned on him, there must be a Chapel or Dojo in this strange land, he sheepish lurked around the bustling streets of takigakure eventually he had pieced together that there was a small dojo under the "Hero Arena" where people would practice their taijutsu but it was closed do to exams, Kane rubbed his hands together as a light bulb appeared over his head. "Bingo." Kane yelled as he took off, with his cat like agility he would go speeding down the busy streets weaving his way through traffic in 5 minutes he had cleared a decent amount of land but his empty stomach was begging for some nutrition. Kane arrived at marker that said Hero arena.

   Kaneda hiked up his pants and began to walk around the famed coliseum, he bumped into some janitorial staff and they had told him that the dojos were in the basement. Kane found his way to the basement level and all he could think about was the smell it was familiar to him, although he was not too fond of the scent and it was now starting to give him a rather sharp head ache. Turning a corner he was now facing two men with bows in their hands, he also noted that they were wearing Iwa headbands. "Just my luck!" Kaneda said exacerbated.

The guards took notice of the boy well before he rounded the corner. They could hear the foot steps Echoing down the hallway as Kaneda approached. However they also didn't sense any killing intent. As they were under orders not to engage unless engaged they made no effort to draw an arrow. Both of them were keen enough as archers in their own opinion to at the very least alert their Kage should someone attempt an attack. But they also were there to defeat any small attempts. It would likely take a chunnin to take either of them on in single combat. Though the narrow hallway was a double edged sword for them. While they could send attacks flying down the narrow hallway that were near impossible to dodge, They didn't have a lot of room to dodge either. But that was why Akira had chosen to long ranged offensive individuals to be his guard while his Kunai battalion guard was away scouting out information. Still aside from the armed and weathered look of the two. They did not have cold eyes. If anything those keen eyes were coated in determination. A rare look in a soldier but Akira was known for inspiring his people.

Still one of the guards blinked and used his elbow to nudge the other one. Getting his attention as he spoke. His voice carried down the hallway though. It was a little hard to hear but it was clear enough. " Hey isn't that the Konoha kid that fought our Motoichi?" The other one tilted his head and seemed to examine Kaneda a little closer before nodding. The medics in the event were top notch. Though some suspected the match had been set up. The way that Kaneda lost seemed like he took the fall for some reason. Some were even claiming Akira was paying off the other contestants to lose against his genin. After all he had arrived just before the incident. Some claimed it was because Akira wanted to prove the might of Iwagakure during the exams. Others say it was because Akira had bet a lot of the nations ryo and was using the event to earn money for the nation via gambling. None of it was true though. Still the one who had spoke waved Kaneda over before speaking again. The other guard went into one of the locker rooms that accessed the dojo they were guarding. "Kaneda somethin right? You're one of the genin here for the exams. Wait here just a second."

The door to the locker room opened again and the guard that had left returned. He bowed yo Kaneda politely before he lifted an arm indicating the locker room which led into the dojo. When he spoke he had a deeper and less energetic tone. A much more formal individual. "Our lord would like to see you now Kaneda-Shi. Please enter through the locker room there. And be sure to remove your shoes before entering the dojo." After saying this the man would return to his post. The other guard would continue whispering to him but all the man would do was nod or shake his head. Never taking his eyes off the hallway. Nor bothering to explain who his lord was. Or why he was in a dojo of all places. If kaneda went through the locker room and entered the dojo though he would find something he may have never seen before. Immediately upon entering the dojo it would feel like pure pressure was flowing along the floor in waves. Thought there was nothing there it felt like water was crashing against the legs as if trying to sweep everything away. The dojo floor itself was empty and made of wood. But on a pedestal in the center sat one man. He was cross legged and was resting his head down with chin to chest. His fists where pressed together in front of his stomach but it was obvious he was the source of the pressure. He had visible brown and blue chakra swirling around his entire body. Typically chakra only took on a form when applied into a jutsu but this was just his own chakra swirling around him. The Doton and Suiton tones crashing and mixing with each other. And the amount of chakra was immense. And it was peaking. The moment Kaneda entered the chakra would seem to growl like some ancient beast. His chakra appearing like a chinese dragon curled around him. It's white eyes so much like a hyuga's in nature seemed to watch Kaneda even as it seemed to fade in and out. Not actually taking on the form of flesh but barely visible

And then it was gone. The pressure in the room seemed to snap away as Akira let out a breath. He would raise his head and yellow eyes would pierce into Kaneda. Akira was wearing a traditional white Karategi with a black belt. His feet and hands were bare. But his hair seemed well trimmed. Even his beard was in forks. However he was not wearing a headband of any sort. Still a small smile pressed against his lips as those animal like yellow eyes seemed to instantly dive into Kaneda's very being. As if some how he could know if any word that came out was a truth or a lie. When he spoke his words were like silk on the ears. Warm and friendly in nature. Though something in his smile hinted at mischief. "Well hello there Kaneda-san, if I might be allowed to address you so formally. Allow me to introduce myself. I am known as Kazako Akira. Have you heard of me?"

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