(I could just start in the village but the way i started out in my ocr, it wouldn't make any sense. Mind you, Not many would recognize my character as he is now due to the age difference of his last known appearance. But please, someone humor me. He's probably known to be on the MIA list or the Traitor list, which ever one is fine and is common knowledge, anbu or not)
The gates. Kumogakure first line of defense against an outside attack. The way in and out of the village for visitors and natives alike. The one thing thats probably as old as the village and yet still as strong as ever. The one thing that marveled Kaiji everytime he looked at them. His red eternal sharingan eyes scanned them for a shadow of a being, looking for someone. He wondered how'd they react. Not many even know whom he is. He wondered if he would see Joukuu as his first encounter back. If so would he recognize him? He now stood at five foot nine inches with long silver hair. His body was athletically toned. A black over coat that went the length of his body with black jeans and a grey long sleeve shirt underneath. A studded belt around his waist with his projectile holster strapped to it. The red sword called Kyoka now re-formed. Made into a longer, thicker sword with a red ruby in the hilt strapped to his back with no sheath. With the ruby in the center of the hilt, a cross formed the actual hilt, square shaped at the ends with black leather over the handle for a better grip. His shoes worn out and obviously worn but not falling apart.
The sun was still out and it looked about roughly one in the afternoon. It was one of Kumo's warmer days as well. The sunshine glistened in his hair as he took a breath in of the mountain air. The now grown up Uchiha stood there waiting for someone to come and ask him for the credentials and whom he was. He hoped this wouldn't be too much of a bother. He wasn't worried he would die, he was worried they wouldn't accept him back into the village.
WC: 305
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The gates. Kumogakure first line of defense against an outside attack. The way in and out of the village for visitors and natives alike. The one thing thats probably as old as the village and yet still as strong as ever. The one thing that marveled Kaiji everytime he looked at them. His red eternal sharingan eyes scanned them for a shadow of a being, looking for someone. He wondered how'd they react. Not many even know whom he is. He wondered if he would see Joukuu as his first encounter back. If so would he recognize him? He now stood at five foot nine inches with long silver hair. His body was athletically toned. A black over coat that went the length of his body with black jeans and a grey long sleeve shirt underneath. A studded belt around his waist with his projectile holster strapped to it. The red sword called Kyoka now re-formed. Made into a longer, thicker sword with a red ruby in the hilt strapped to his back with no sheath. With the ruby in the center of the hilt, a cross formed the actual hilt, square shaped at the ends with black leather over the handle for a better grip. His shoes worn out and obviously worn but not falling apart.
The sun was still out and it looked about roughly one in the afternoon. It was one of Kumo's warmer days as well. The sunshine glistened in his hair as he took a breath in of the mountain air. The now grown up Uchiha stood there waiting for someone to come and ask him for the credentials and whom he was. He hoped this wouldn't be too much of a bother. He wasn't worried he would die, he was worried they wouldn't accept him back into the village.
WC: 305
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