He stood atop one of the rock images crafted into the rock face which had become somewhat of a prevailing symbol of the village's rebirth. The sun had not long set, when he arrived in this location with a small piece of paper which had been folded three times over. He'd received the message earlier in the day and had used the time to contemplate exactly what may be revealed to him. Folding the paper several times over once more, he would produce a metal lighter. A single flick of the flint roll and a small flame would rise to sear the end of the paper notice, burning away any trace of it's existence. Keeping the ember alive, it would not be long until a thin line of smoke rose into the air as he ignited the tip of a single cigarette.
"Tamashi has had a bad influence on me..."
The reference was to how his cousin's smoking habit had over time become his own, being something he more than likely would not have undertaken if not because of him. Inhaling slowly and between the trail of smoke which rose into the air his gaze fell onto the village below. It would not be long until the shinobi responsible for sending him the message would arrive and he truly wondered how much of a threat this could potentially pose to Konoha.