From The Land of Water to The Land of Fire

Walking around the edges of the country was not something that Yogensha very much enjoyed, but was something that he had become intimately familiar with after having done this countless times. Leaving the country to assassinate high profile targets had been his profession for some time now, among other things, and today proved no different in the way of his activities. He’d been gone for a few days now and had taken out his target after some hunting, something which was not usually required. Still, the assignment did little to entertain him for any amount of time at all and, as such, he felt happy in his slow return to him homeland, if only for some of the creature comforts that he would once again have access to.  

He moved at a rather leisurely pace, quick but not sprinting, his cloths a simple navy shirt, a black earing, a octopoidal tattoo upon his forehead, pale blue jeans, and thick boots. His knives were tucked safely up into his sleeves, concealed but not out of reach, though he doubted he’d need them for any reason. Still, better safe than sorry. Then, something peaked his interest: he sensed something, a chakra which he did not recognize, cool and spicy all at the same time with some kind of strange tang. He moved closer, moving through a clearing in the wood through which he walked and emerging onto a dirt road. Just done the road, about twenty meters away, rode a man on a carriage, the source of his intrigue. He spoke up, loud enough to echo through the walls of trees on either side but not so loud as to cause him to shout. ”Why hello there. How do you do?”

The man received a warm welcome from his fellow on the carriage, to which he smiled as the cart approached. He’d wait a moment or two as the man and his ride drew nearer before speaking once more. ”Ah I see, well how splendid indeed. I myself am just making my way to the Leaf Village. Would you mind terribly if I joined you?” He’d pause, waiting for a response before moving himself into the carriage beside the other man, a white haired young thing with a proud poise. He sat with the other in a short moment of companionable silence before speaking up, inquiring a bit about his travel partner. ”So, a fellow traveler. Where, pray tell, do you hail from good sir?” He smiled over at the other man, awaiting a response.

After a short time, for they were not far away, the pair made it to the gate of Konohagakure, whereupon Gen would remove himself from the cart and walk up towards the gate, expecting the other man, whose name he had yet to acquire, to follow him up. He was yet unsure, of course, but he doubted that the cart would attempt to enter the village, though perhaps his companion was a tradesman of some sort. No matter, he would move forward and have a brief commune with the guards before moving away, returning to Thorfinn. ”Well, shall we enter?”

The short travel went along quite nicely as his new found companion regaled him with a small story of the Land of Iron, going on about the delicious ale and the wonderful sights. Gen himself had to confess that he had never been, but that it sounded most marvelous. He smiled along as the other man spoke before they arrived at the gate, Gen brokering the two passage into the village by his face alone. He was, so to say, well known within the village and the guards at the gate could not very well deny his request. And so the two entered with Thorfinn asking the sort of ale the village served. Gen paused for a bit, thinking to himself. He’d never much sought out ale, so he felt he could not give a good account of the types. ”Hm… While I call this place my home, I cannot rightly say the type of ale we serve nor can I speak of its quality. You’ll have to come out with me and try some and tell me how it compares with the Land of Iron. I insist.” And with that, Gen would lead the way to a small bar, the first of doubtlessly many stops the two would make.

The voice spoke up as the two went on, The Old One making himself known. I think I like this one. He’s… interesting. Feisty too. A small tremor of newfound knowledge shook the mind of Gen as he moved along.