Sachio was walking the outskirts of Sunagakure, about two miles out front he village, the massive walls still insight. He was just doing a bit of scouting, but he had wandered a bit further than he had wanted to. With the tournament for this new title in Sunagakure going on, he wondered what was going on in the other villages at the moment. He fathomed on making a clone to venture out and see what was going on for him, but being a participant in the tournament himself, he couldn't afford to lose any volumes of chakra. Thought the area was mostly consisted of dessert sand, there still was a distinguishable road those form Sunagakure knew to follow to get to their village, this was followed by searching out certain checkpoints. One of these checkpoints was a half meter high boulder Sachio was sitting on. He was wearing his usual stuff, Arm of Destruction and his Scroll of the Desert, booth fully loaded and combat ready in case he needed to dispose of someone. But he oddly wasn't in the killing mode today. He was in an adventurous mood. A curious one as well. Resting on this boulder that was his seat for the time being, the Sand Shinobi grabbed the canteen that was on his hip and drank cool refreshing water from it. The sun was steady beating down on him and anyone from the Land of Wind knew hydration was important.