He blinked several times, his eyes falling to the distance, to the horizon where the sun was nearly about to cross. Seiryū was not an early riser, nor did he expect that he would be waking up this early today, yet time had decided that it was now for him to do what he ached for so very long. To return to the place which he was so familiar with. The sights presented in Kaminari no Kuni were so vastly different, yet enjoyable nonetheless. However, they would never be those that were reminiscent of his home, the country in which he was raised. There was no vast expanse of desert in the Land of Lightning, though the gusts of wind that were here were reminding of the winds that carried sand through the endless dunes of sand. Kumogakure no Sato was certainly a place he could see individuals living in, yet it wasn’t the place where he lived, nor did he expect it to be. Seiryū had things he needed to accomplish, things he needed to set straight for not only himself, but for those that were wronged, but mainly it was to redeem himself somewhat, to find the sense that he did something good in his lifetime. That couldn’t be accomplished here for a multitude of reasons, but the main idea laid in the fact that this was not his home.

The Chuunin Exams were still going on, yet Seiryū found no desire to stay until their conclusion, for he figured it was time for him to return home. For him to resume his duties as an active shinobi instead of simply being a tourist from Sunagakure no Sato. The restlessness was present in him, for the had done nothing extrenous during his time here and there wasn’t much in the line of work available in Kumogakure no Sato, as guidelines had been set as to who could do what lines of work. Ultimately, menial tasks were available for visiting shinobi and he didn’t feel the need to do those here when he could just as easily do it in his own country, for the benefit of his homeland.

The people he had met thus far were memorable to an extent, with a few encounters leaving a stronger imprint than others. Time seemed to trickle by here for Seiryū and he could no longer deal with it, at least not for now, not when his mind was so preoccupied by so many things he had no control over, things that he could no longer fix or repair, since it seemed his life wanted him to continue without such an opportunity being presented to him.

A moderate sigh escape the shinobi of Sunagakure no Sato. He stood still for a moment, mentally listing off the items he had on him, the items he had brought with him when he first arrived in this village. His mental list was checked off as he went through each item, noting its presence on his presence. Though only thing that was truly out of place was a simple necklace hanging from his neck, a gift from a stranger who he could, at the very least, call a friend, though they truly were simple strangers. This was the only physical reminder of his time here, though Seiryū knew that his memories would keep replaying certain memories over and over in his mind, taunting him about the possibilities, though eventually leading him to the conclusion that nothing would come of it. Another sigh escaped him, as he set one foot forward, slowly making his way out of this somewhat populated area and out into the wilderness that he would trek through for some days, before his eventual return home.

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