[legend="A search begins..."]
Arashi stood calmly in the hallway occupying the space near the Sennin's Office door, his body leaning against a wall while his eyes looked out of a window out into the village. He had fleeting thoughts yet there was a main reason to why he came here today to seek an audience with the Medical Sennin. Arashi was not wearing his shinobi gear neither was he in possession of his usual weapons, but stood in customary mourning attire for those of his clan. This meant that he was wearing a hooded gi top and a baggy gi bottom, both of which were pitch black with the exception of the Raitoningu Clan's Seal stitched onto the back of his shirt. The hood was partially on his head, his spiky unkempt white hair protruding out the front end. While he lacked his sheaths and blades, he did have one belt pouch resting along his lower backside, which was not unsual for shinobi to have even when they weren't in full dress.
His head would tilt slightly as the sound of plastic being unwrapped filtered through his ears, a neon green sucker producing itself from within which caught the full attention of his gaze. It was one of a few which had become a memento from his deceased sister, the last thing she would give him before she died. The flavor was well known by his taste buds as his addiction to sweets was something that was fully matured, the color telling him it was green apple. Placing the item into his mouth, his lips expressed a relaxed look before a sigh escaped from between them.
The flavor was bitter...as they had all been since Ejji was killed.
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Arashi stood calmly in the hallway occupying the space near the Sennin's Office door, his body leaning against a wall while his eyes looked out of a window out into the village. He had fleeting thoughts yet there was a main reason to why he came here today to seek an audience with the Medical Sennin. Arashi was not wearing his shinobi gear neither was he in possession of his usual weapons, but stood in customary mourning attire for those of his clan. This meant that he was wearing a hooded gi top and a baggy gi bottom, both of which were pitch black with the exception of the Raitoningu Clan's Seal stitched onto the back of his shirt. The hood was partially on his head, his spiky unkempt white hair protruding out the front end. While he lacked his sheaths and blades, he did have one belt pouch resting along his lower backside, which was not unsual for shinobi to have even when they weren't in full dress.
His head would tilt slightly as the sound of plastic being unwrapped filtered through his ears, a neon green sucker producing itself from within which caught the full attention of his gaze. It was one of a few which had become a memento from his deceased sister, the last thing she would give him before she died. The flavor was well known by his taste buds as his addiction to sweets was something that was fully matured, the color telling him it was green apple. Placing the item into his mouth, his lips expressed a relaxed look before a sigh escaped from between them.
The flavor was bitter...as they had all been since Ejji was killed.
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