Sand Village Embassy
Mar 13, 2009 15:31:47 GMT -7
Post by kento on Mar 13, 2009 15:31:47 GMT -7
Kento peeked open an eye as the sounds of footsteps stop short of the entrance to the Sand Village Embassy.
What the hell is it this time? The eighteen year old boy thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. He had been waiting here for weeks and no one had come to pick him up to go to the Hidden Sand Village. The boy stretched as he stood up from the chair he was in and rolled an arm to loosen it up. His purple Kimono flowed down to the ground, a Katana hanging on his waist. The door opened and a man entered into the room. By the looks of him, he didn't appear to be a ninja. The boy's stomache sank and irritation at the Sand Village swelled in his chest. What the hell were they doing? They had someone waiting here and they couldn't spare a single man to pick him up? Tch... how lame... Whatever, this guy had nothing to do with it. Kento sighed and bowed stiffly to the person who entered.
"Welcome, what's your business here friend?" Kento asked the white-eyed man who had entered. White eyes? That wasn't something you saw everyday... A ninja? Kento didn't see anything pin pointing him as a ninja... The boy mentally shrugged.
The sound of a muffled voice carried in from outside between the cracks in the door to allow ventalation in the building. By the sounds of it, it was a man. Was this the group that was going to be escorting him to the village at long last?
"Well! It's about time you guys got here!" Kento said with a grin, truely believing this man was one of the Shinobi sent to escort him to the Hidden Sand Village. "So, when do we go?" He asked, his hands coming up and crossing over his chest.
What the hell is it this time? The eighteen year old boy thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. He had been waiting here for weeks and no one had come to pick him up to go to the Hidden Sand Village. The boy stretched as he stood up from the chair he was in and rolled an arm to loosen it up. His purple Kimono flowed down to the ground, a Katana hanging on his waist. The door opened and a man entered into the room. By the looks of him, he didn't appear to be a ninja. The boy's stomache sank and irritation at the Sand Village swelled in his chest. What the hell were they doing? They had someone waiting here and they couldn't spare a single man to pick him up? Tch... how lame... Whatever, this guy had nothing to do with it. Kento sighed and bowed stiffly to the person who entered.
"Welcome, what's your business here friend?" Kento asked the white-eyed man who had entered. White eyes? That wasn't something you saw everyday... A ninja? Kento didn't see anything pin pointing him as a ninja... The boy mentally shrugged.
The sound of a muffled voice carried in from outside between the cracks in the door to allow ventalation in the building. By the sounds of it, it was a man. Was this the group that was going to be escorting him to the village at long last?
"Well! It's about time you guys got here!" Kento said with a grin, truely believing this man was one of the Shinobi sent to escort him to the Hidden Sand Village. "So, when do we go?" He asked, his hands coming up and crossing over his chest.