"Damn..."
Uttered the voice of a man who's features did not seem to match his age. For instance he was 6'2 slender but muscular, no hair on his face though his long snow white hair covered most of his middle back. he wore his fathers old med nin robes, black on black, very distinguishable form the rest of the medical staff. The thing though that made him stick out most was not his attire, but a single piece of cloth that wrapped around his eyes. Blind.
He rubbed his hands together for warmth, breathing on them as his breath became a cloud, rising ever so gently to the clouds themselves. It wasn't just the cold that bothered him, but the anxiety that kept him on his toes. He was going to meet someone really important today. A man who had battled with demons, captured missing ninja, and killed plenty. The man was a child of a half demon, the ruthless and powerful Fourth Raikage. His older brother, Shindou...
The alleyway that he asked him to meet him was one that stood form the old days. A very dangerous part of town where a 35 year old man should not be traveling alone. Thugs, gangsters, prostitutes, drugs, illegal weapons, you name it you could buy it at any corner of these streets. One could hardly tell which color were the walls of each building this late at night because of the snow, and of course the utter terrifying darkness. At this time, only pubs were open, maybe they would enjoy a late night drink...If his company would ever arrive.
Uttered the voice of a man who's features did not seem to match his age. For instance he was 6'2 slender but muscular, no hair on his face though his long snow white hair covered most of his middle back. he wore his fathers old med nin robes, black on black, very distinguishable form the rest of the medical staff. The thing though that made him stick out most was not his attire, but a single piece of cloth that wrapped around his eyes. Blind.
He rubbed his hands together for warmth, breathing on them as his breath became a cloud, rising ever so gently to the clouds themselves. It wasn't just the cold that bothered him, but the anxiety that kept him on his toes. He was going to meet someone really important today. A man who had battled with demons, captured missing ninja, and killed plenty. The man was a child of a half demon, the ruthless and powerful Fourth Raikage. His older brother, Shindou...
The alleyway that he asked him to meet him was one that stood form the old days. A very dangerous part of town where a 35 year old man should not be traveling alone. Thugs, gangsters, prostitutes, drugs, illegal weapons, you name it you could buy it at any corner of these streets. One could hardly tell which color were the walls of each building this late at night because of the snow, and of course the utter terrifying darkness. At this time, only pubs were open, maybe they would enjoy a late night drink...If his company would ever arrive.