There a lone figure stood, upon the precipice of his destiny. He was clad in a black cloak with a crimson trim, the cloak's hood over his face. The figure stood silently, while a wind blew the fabric about his body, which was being illuminated in the starlight. If one were to look past this figure from behind, they'd see the retreating dot of a caravan bound for the border of Kaze no kuni, to continue on a journey they had set much longer ago than the figure had arrived. This man stood silently for a moment more, before looking back towards large sandstone walls that once meant he was home. Beneath the hood's shadows one could make out the emerald green hues of two eyes, glaring at the gates. What the hood didn't conceal in shadow was the mouth area of the figure, but even this was concealed with a mask that would cover the lower portion of anyone's face. It seemed this figure was taking no chances in letting his identity be known to any who could see him.

It wasn't long before the man sighed underneath his mask and turned back to the direction of the Kaze no Kuni border. A wind blew as he began to walk forward, opening his cloak only briefly. It was long enough to show black clothing underneath, with a mask attached to the belt. The mask itself was of a feline nature, sporting a rather wide and knowing grin. It was only a moment though and the cloak was closed once more. The figure sighed to himself as he tramped through the footprints left by the caravan that had come before him. He'd follow their trail out of the land of wind and meet up with them somewhere in Konoha. Normally he wouldn't bother with the caravans, but this one held all of his weapons and armour within. He had to sneak them out without arousing suspicion and had contacted an old friend to help him.

Hours later.

He'd left behind all the sand and wind for a nation of fire, but he wasn't there just yet. He still had much more to trek on his journey, counting the stars as he laid upon the ground.  It was still late at night, but to the point if he rested now, the sun would be up for him to continue his trek within a few hours. Four hours of sleep was better than nothing and he only had about a day or two of walking left before he'd arrive. He had to make sure that he stayed out of sight while doing so, at least until the heat died down with the elder council in Sunagakure no Sato.

Hours to Days Passed.

It would be around forty or so hours from his departure that the cloaked man would come up to the large wooden gates of the village hidden in the leaves.  So much greenery around, it reminded him of the last time he'd been out of the land of wind. He'd visited the village hidden in the mist and saw other types of flora and fauna, but unfortunately did not have time to enjoy any of it. Hoping this time would be different, the ninja moved to the gates and gave the name "Seikatsu" to the guards, who let him in. He wouldn't reveal who he truly was, in case the elders saw fit to send someone after him eventually. With nothing else left to do, the figured man pulled down his hood to look up at the bright sunny sky. His emerald eyes came down to the administration building, where he figured he'd go check in once he got his equipment back and a place to stay. Syekren was ready to continue on his destiny.

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Travel complete

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