The Last Village

It was the last of the major villages he had yet to visit. Surprising really, the reputation that the village used to hold would draw many a hungry shinobi to its gates in order to feast upon its glory. Yet it had fallen upon hardships. The loss of successive leaders within a span of months along with the defeat of its allied nation had left the village without strength. It was the lack of strength that led the Abysswalker to its walls those months ago.

Now he found himself retracing the steps his younger brother took. The white haired man, milky eye ever watching a mile ahead, crossed the ground outside of the walls. "You've been here before beast have you not?" He queried his companion.

A low snarl ripped through his mind. Takeo cringed. A sore subject then. Perhaps he would learn more of it later. The man would stop fifty meters away from the gates, unless he deemed it necessary to stop beforehand, and observed the walls. His Kirigakure headband was loosely held in his grasp incase he needed to flash it like a cop flashing his badge.

The only other thing of note was his chakra, being that equivelent of 285 when sensed.

Should there be no interruptions he would simply enter after a few minutes to begin his search for Pig.

[Entry unless interrupted]

[Topic Closed, Konoha entered.]

Approved Takeo <3