The dense forests provided cover for the majority of their journey. His travels were lengthy, and everyone in their party was exhausted. The day before they stepped forward to the gates, they met up with travelling merchants and traded for food and healthy meals, enabling them a small party meal, and decent rest so they could properly address and step forward and make introductions of their party.
As he sat around the fireplace with his party, he was slowly realised just how dedicated they actually were, these people were Harvester originally taken under the controlling and manipulating wing of his sensei, Isaki Kushin. But now left to the devices of his pupil, Keiji himself. There were 9 of them, overall. Wrapped in dark hoods and small thumb-sized insignia of the Harvester Branch hanging from the front of their belt, a red swirl on a black surface painted on hard black leather with their own blood. Each fully dedicated to the purposes and intent of the Harvester organisation from the Cloud Village. Many long years spent there with them, both training with and above everyone sitting around him. Each highly skilled and capable
At his side sat a small girl with wide and long red curls devouring her meal with great enthusiasm, she felt his glances and looked up at him with a grin. "Why are you staring at me like that?" "Just thinking, how everyone is here for us and our goals.", "Ah, I see! How insightful of you.." She says through their link and sticking out her tongue in mockery.
The night became dark and they went to rest, guard shifts and the night becomes early morning.
Proceeding forward and they arrive at the gates, their band of brothers and sisters, all arriving at Keiji in front, all wearing long dark open cloaks with parts of their faces obscured with hoods, their insignias clearly within vision, hanging from their belts.
10 people, and a little girl besides Keiji, following along daintely.
"I am Suzaku Keiji, a wandering Shinobi. I seek refuge and a home for me and my band of brothers. I wish to speak with whoever is able to assist me.
Keiji stands at 1.9m tall, with darkened skin and bright white eyes of the ultimate Byakugan, reading all motions around him, analysing everything with a careful glare. His snake-like hair is tied in dreadlocks reaching all the way to his waist, all of them tied in a ponytail, hidden underneath his hood.
If asked to reveal face, they will all remove their hoods in unison.
Their foreheads are not covered by any headbands as they long since removed them but still keeps it on their body in pockets or bags.
Their passports if requested are old and outdated with clear signs and symbols indicating their origin being of Cloud.
[Requesting Entrance]
As he sat around the fireplace with his party, he was slowly realised just how dedicated they actually were, these people were Harvester originally taken under the controlling and manipulating wing of his sensei, Isaki Kushin. But now left to the devices of his pupil, Keiji himself. There were 9 of them, overall. Wrapped in dark hoods and small thumb-sized insignia of the Harvester Branch hanging from the front of their belt, a red swirl on a black surface painted on hard black leather with their own blood. Each fully dedicated to the purposes and intent of the Harvester organisation from the Cloud Village. Many long years spent there with them, both training with and above everyone sitting around him. Each highly skilled and capable
At his side sat a small girl with wide and long red curls devouring her meal with great enthusiasm, she felt his glances and looked up at him with a grin. "Why are you staring at me like that?" "Just thinking, how everyone is here for us and our goals.", "Ah, I see! How insightful of you.." She says through their link and sticking out her tongue in mockery.
The night became dark and they went to rest, guard shifts and the night becomes early morning.
Proceeding forward and they arrive at the gates, their band of brothers and sisters, all arriving at Keiji in front, all wearing long dark open cloaks with parts of their faces obscured with hoods, their insignias clearly within vision, hanging from their belts.
10 people, and a little girl besides Keiji, following along daintely.
"I am Suzaku Keiji, a wandering Shinobi. I seek refuge and a home for me and my band of brothers. I wish to speak with whoever is able to assist me.
Keiji stands at 1.9m tall, with darkened skin and bright white eyes of the ultimate Byakugan, reading all motions around him, analysing everything with a careful glare. His snake-like hair is tied in dreadlocks reaching all the way to his waist, all of them tied in a ponytail, hidden underneath his hood.
If asked to reveal face, they will all remove their hoods in unison.
Their foreheads are not covered by any headbands as they long since removed them but still keeps it on their body in pockets or bags.
Their passports if requested are old and outdated with clear signs and symbols indicating their origin being of Cloud.
[Requesting Entrance]
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