Izura flew across Konoha's skies, the forest canopy below hiding a dark underworld of jungle creatures, hidden under the leaves and shrubbery and sheltered from the dim glow of the early morning. It had been a long time since he had been here, but he had made it. He was back in the country of his own origin. The place he had so long ago, briefly called home.
Izura was atop his summoned bird, the S-rank assassination Raven called Soraka, gliding silently through the early morning skies.
[S-rank 30 mins Entering Country]
Izura was atop his summoned bird, the S-rank assassination Raven called Soraka, gliding silently through the early morning skies.
[S-rank 30 mins Entering Country]