Big Dog [Entrance/Open]

[An'ei Sekitan]

The city of Aokusa had grown since last he walked this very trail of dusty dirt, framed by soft green grass that grew higher than the foot, but only just barely. The sun was liquid gold upon a canvas of brilliant blue, although the artist either added the white for clouds or missed a few spots with the scraggly puffs that slinked across the sky. A light breeze brushed his darkened flesh, a true man of the wilderness, though the wild white hair upon his head hid his age. Barely into his thirties, Houkou was still a powerful man and a powerful Shinobi, although perhaps none truly knew of him these days. A hand brushed the tarnished symbol of Kusagakure no Sato upon the mock Mask of the Demon Dog, his true mask lost to him, though he could rebuild it in time.

Upon his hip was the only surviving blade he owned, The Unnamed Blade, his black steel sheathed within a plain leather case. The only items of his he could find were those Kunai he carried hidden on his person, fifteen in total, to which he would not hesitate to wield with deadly accuracy. But his greatest weapon padded beside him, enormous and black as the creeping death, the Worg known as Sekizen. The beasts stark crisp winter ice blue eyes were a stark contrast to Houkou, Blood red like a meadow after a war, a mutation of the eye that worked to his advantage for he had no pupil; only red. Today he wore the colors of death, his white Shinigami gi, with white Shinigami pants beneath and large black boots, plates of steel upon the soles that did not rob him of traction due to their make. A padded gloved hand ran through the fur of Sekizen, but as he listened to the people, he could tell that something was not right this day. Kazekage…

Houkou and Sekizen moved down the street at a leisurely pace, Houkou smoking a cigarette as his companion eyed the people around them. There was more than enough room for them to walk, the Worg made sure of that, if Houkou’s gaze did not. These people were right to fear him, he was the Demon Dog of Kusagakure, or at least he was at one point. Now he was a hunted Shinobi, or would be soon, once word of him circulated through the land. But for now, he would investigate just what was occurring in his lands that had the town buzzing. He would make his way toward the Embassy…

[Exit]