Kirigakure, the village hidden in the mist, and how the name fit perfectly. Ryder now stood at the villages gates, it had taken him much longer to find the village simple due to the thick heavy mist that consumed the the village like a blanket. The mountains that towered all around didn't make it any easier but he had finally made it. Ryder looked up at the massive forty foot wall that surrounded the village, as he passed through the entrance he stopped to take in the scene and lay out of the city itself. The buildings were cylindrical in shape, the taller one these had trees and plant life growing out of them. Ryder noted a building that was much thicker larger in shape, but not the tallest. It was clear that that building belonged to the leader of the village, known as the Mizukage.

Ryder figured the building he was looking for, would have to be close to the Mizukage building so he started off in that direction. His eyes scanning the area back and forth, maybe it was the limitation of his eye sight, but the village made him uneasy to say the least, or maybe it was the fact most use water jutsu in this village so he was at disadvantage if he would have to fight. A few people of the village gave him odd looks, the shinobi themselves having their eyes lingering longer then the civilians. Ryder calked this up to the fact, he stood out like a sore thumb and no amount of mist could hide this.

Ryder stood at a decent five foot ten, but what made him stand out the most is the spiky pink colored hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed. Ryder wore his useally clothing of a sleeveless, gold trimmed black waistcoat left open and untucked, exposing his bare chest, white knee-lengthen trouser, a thick wristband on his left wrist, black open-toed sandal and the white scale-patterned scarf. Just another reason he stood out, all in all, he figured he looked less like a seventeen year old, and more like a punk looking for a fight.

Ryder stopped walking at a fork in the road, it was much less a fork and more like a giant slammed his palm down on the ground and the villages used the fingers a roads. Ryder let out a defeated sigh and slumped down against a food stall near by. His stomach growled loudly and he leaned his head back against the wall of the stall allowing the sweet smell of food enter his nose. How long as it been since I've eaten.Ryder closed his eyes to relax and push down the aches that came with pain, a trick he learned when he first set off to find answers about his forgotten clan.


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