The Land Of Opportunity

The young man makes his way atop of a large dirt mound, well over 10 feet above the ground. He knows where he must go as talk of a village who accepted many people of different origins, was located west of his position. He grew interested of this place when the rumors first began to pop up after, during his time with the Yakuza. Minding that, he stays wary of his location, and keeps his chakra senses alert for any that might be on his trail. Ganki didn’t exactly give much of a farewell to the yakuza after his departure. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was being hunted by them. With the sun gleaming down towards him, his tan returning back just as it did when he reached the sand village, Ganki rolled up his sleeves, glancing down at the many assorted tattoos on his right forearm. The stuff he had to do, the memories of each tattoo bringing back memories. It was truly something else indeed. Deciding to take in the scenery, instead of the vivid memories, he looked outwards towards the Rocky Mountains that sort of reminded him of the cloud village. The architecture was basically the same, buildings built into the mountains sand high hills, he was familiars with it all. He scratched his once clean chin, feeling the new grow of hair, “That’s weird…”, Ganki was so used to being clean cut, that this was the first time he had a beard, he somewhat like liked it.  

After that, he reached into his hand, and pulled out a single kunai he held within his pouch, which he now had in his right hand. He slings it downwards, now stuck to the ground between his two feet. After which, eyeing that with his strength, he sees only the ring sticking out of the ground, he slides some dirt over it, covering it from plain view. He then makes his way west, seeking a land of opportunity. ((Instant Travel, Haven))

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