This, Makoto decided, must be what a hangover feels like.
Not that he was actually hung over, of course. He'd only had a drink or two on the boat ride over. But the dry heat hit him in the face the second he stepped off the boat, even through the walls that enclose the port city. It had gotten worse since he exited and headed toward Sand itself, plodding through the desert.
Thank the stars he remembered to bring a lot of water. And bought even more in town.
It didn't keep him from feeling largely dried-out, though. And okay, it wasn't like Moon was cold, but it was a much more damp heat than this was; the dryness made it so much more noticeable. He was genuinely surprised there weren't dried-out skeletons littering the desert. Or maybe they were all buried under the sand.
Screw the desert. Why does anyone live out here? Sand had better have some kind of protection from this nonsense.
Did he look prepared enough to be someone who was supposed to be used to traveling? He had no idea. The people he'd seen in the past who were travelers probably had never ended up trudging through a desert, muttering bitterly to themselves about heat and dry heat and sand and wind in between drinks of water. They had appeared ready for anything.
But then, Moon was a nice, hospitable place. Or at least the village was; maybe there had been people carving their way through the forests and swearing about wet heat and trees and wild animals. At least there they wouldn't have to carry their own weight in water.
His parasol did help a little, he had to admit. A standard Moon nin might've caved before now, without something like it. As it was, the sun wasn't more of a problem for him than it was back home, and considerably less of a problem than the wind and the sand.
He squinted into the distance, angling his parasol to try and block the sun beaming brightly from that direction as much as he could. Was that...a tower?
No, two. That was confirmation he was going the right direction at least.
He carried on toward the sun and the two towers, a little bit faster. He ought to be able to reach the towers by nightfall...
[S-Rank/30 Min to gates]
Not that he was actually hung over, of course. He'd only had a drink or two on the boat ride over. But the dry heat hit him in the face the second he stepped off the boat, even through the walls that enclose the port city. It had gotten worse since he exited and headed toward Sand itself, plodding through the desert.
Thank the stars he remembered to bring a lot of water. And bought even more in town.
It didn't keep him from feeling largely dried-out, though. And okay, it wasn't like Moon was cold, but it was a much more damp heat than this was; the dryness made it so much more noticeable. He was genuinely surprised there weren't dried-out skeletons littering the desert. Or maybe they were all buried under the sand.
Screw the desert. Why does anyone live out here? Sand had better have some kind of protection from this nonsense.
Did he look prepared enough to be someone who was supposed to be used to traveling? He had no idea. The people he'd seen in the past who were travelers probably had never ended up trudging through a desert, muttering bitterly to themselves about heat and dry heat and sand and wind in between drinks of water. They had appeared ready for anything.
But then, Moon was a nice, hospitable place. Or at least the village was; maybe there had been people carving their way through the forests and swearing about wet heat and trees and wild animals. At least there they wouldn't have to carry their own weight in water.
His parasol did help a little, he had to admit. A standard Moon nin might've caved before now, without something like it. As it was, the sun wasn't more of a problem for him than it was back home, and considerably less of a problem than the wind and the sand.
He squinted into the distance, angling his parasol to try and block the sun beaming brightly from that direction as much as he could. Was that...a tower?
No, two. That was confirmation he was going the right direction at least.
He carried on toward the sun and the two towers, a little bit faster. He ought to be able to reach the towers by nightfall...
[S-Rank/30 Min to gates]