Steady tapping along hard stone filled earth sound through the Dragon Tooth pass as a single figure, cloaked in a heavy grey garb, makes their way to the gate at a leisurely pace. With each step, their relatively short frame sways to one side, only for a moving leg to shift the momentum the other way in a very energy-deficient fashion.
Just under the hood, crimson shimmering eyes glance over the gates that will eventually lead to the cloud village that Ryuichi called home. With a simple sigh, they remove their hood to let long silver hair fall over their shoulders and down their back.
Should the appropriate guards be here, Ryu is quick to offer them a passport with the name "Akaime Ocha", and an outdated photo of them on it, though some defining features still match. Considering the date on the card, it should be very easy to determine that this Akaime Ocha individual was, in every way, legitimate.
"I'm here for a pit stop. Maybe I'll see some people, maybe I'll end up staying. Who knows." Ryuichi says, their voice muffled by a metal mask on their lower face. The voice itself was soft and androgynous in nature, much like the rest of this "Akaime's" body.
Over their shoulder, held by one hand, is a long fishing pole made of a sleek, black material with a glimmering string. Those sensitive to chakra could easily sense the plentiful abundance of it within such a simple instrument...and the fact that instead of a hook on its end sits a small metal blade.
[Passport (With Alias, Non-ANBU passport) gained here]
WC: 260
Just under the hood, crimson shimmering eyes glance over the gates that will eventually lead to the cloud village that Ryuichi called home. With a simple sigh, they remove their hood to let long silver hair fall over their shoulders and down their back.
Should the appropriate guards be here, Ryu is quick to offer them a passport with the name "Akaime Ocha", and an outdated photo of them on it, though some defining features still match. Considering the date on the card, it should be very easy to determine that this Akaime Ocha individual was, in every way, legitimate.
"I'm here for a pit stop. Maybe I'll see some people, maybe I'll end up staying. Who knows." Ryuichi says, their voice muffled by a metal mask on their lower face. The voice itself was soft and androgynous in nature, much like the rest of this "Akaime's" body.
Over their shoulder, held by one hand, is a long fishing pole made of a sleek, black material with a glimmering string. Those sensitive to chakra could easily sense the plentiful abundance of it within such a simple instrument...and the fact that instead of a hook on its end sits a small metal blade.
[Passport (With Alias, Non-ANBU passport) gained here]
WC: 260