Center: Aburame Kano
Perched upon the top of the gates they watch, scanning the distant horizon for the unknown and all the while the villagers below attending to the work required for the student tournament. Early as it may be, the sun slipping past the horizon, work had to be done at all oddball hours and the village halts for none. “Captain Kano, the volunteers to aid clearing the fields are soon to arrive.” a faceless figure reports, “Excellent, let us hope they work swiftly to beat the heat of the day. The last bunch passed out from heat stroke and ended up delaying the work tenfold.” he comments gruffly, adjusting the eyewear settling on the bridge of his nose.
A momentary reprieve, “Captain, that won’t happen this time?” another faceless shinobi calls from behind the cloaked superior, “Hmm? Why is that?” he inquires, turning about to face the guards upon the wall, “Because it’s Autumn, sir.” A fit of coughing would ensue, the Aburame falling upon knee, waving off the panicking underlings, "I am fine, not to worry!” he laughs hardily, masking his mistake and embarrassment.
Deguichi Shinzo and Minamoto Suyashi would be notified to meet with the captain on top of the Phoenix Gates, not that the man was difficult to spot with his oddball color attire. The zephyrs frolic across the landscape, the grassland rustling about as if it were alive. Little did the shinobi to be realize, nor the captain for the matter, a different day would await them! For the meantime, however, directly to the left of the shinobi were two sets of tools consisting of a hoe and shovel for the lads to utilize to plow the land. This particular section in front of the gate held rich soil, to plant prior to winter was ideal for when spring arrived, the crop hopefully plentiful.