brother from another mother.

[KEITH]

Tsuchi no Kuni was a large nation, vast with open space, though few earthen objects laid around the land as obstacles for one to get across. Though, it wasn't all earth, it had some green to its scenery, with plains of grass spread across the land in random spots. The area wasn't all flat either, it was rather mountainous, with large mountains that reached high into the sky, and would take days to climb. Others were small, and spread out well around the area, with a stream of what running through the center of the land.

Alongside the stream had walked a young male, who was of the Senju clan, with the blood of his people raging through his very veins. He had carried himself among the terra, looking down into the stream at his reflections as he would have walked upon it, making no particular expressions. His brunette hair had flowed behind him in a stream like motion as he walked, wearing his standard white and black attire. He had been looking for someone, for anyone, to help him out in his quest to search for Iwagakure.

He thought that traveling around the lands of the country; he would find a person who was willing to help him in his search, no matter what his purpose was with finding the village. He would then turn his head toward the larger mountains in the distance, watching as the sun would fall and set behind them.

["Searching for Iwagakure is such a hassel..And with no leads to get there, it will take forever to get there at this rate. Meh, I'm so unlucky..."]

[Trigga]

Tsuchi no Kuni’s terrain wasn’t for the weak willed. Its mountains, mazes designed by nature herself to feed upon the ignorant. The countries beautiful vegetation was but a ploy meant to hide the danger that lurked at every corner. Even its endless pastures, filled with lush greenery and foliage were but dens for both the wicked and ravenous. Uneven land riddling every square inch of the Earth’s country face, its earthen eyes stalking all but remaining unreceptive and allowing fate to take its course upon any and every entity that dared walk across its land. Yet, it interfered only when needed; in the form of natural disasters or miracles; its ethereal presence tangible.

Today would soon end with the descent of the Sun; a sky now daubed with purple and orange would fade into complete darkness in mere hours. Tsuchi transitioning from a long day and retreating to her own rest, she would leave all in her company to their own devices. A stream, while but a vessel for running water would act as a guide for the two souls that would meet in eventual time. Their paths distinctively different and their characters scraped into history even by the smallest of deeds, they knew not where they were, but had a strong idea of where they would be going.

“Its getting late…

[/color]” It was all but loud as the Uchiha spoke in a mere murmur. Golden hues set forward as he moved along the long, thin body of water; his reflection on its surface was met without an audience. Garbed in his traditional Kosode and hakuma (black in coloration), Ryūsuke—the Nidiame Hokage and current deceased Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf found himself wandering the stretches of earth’s dominion aimlessly. For no true purpose, he simply walked, soft footfalls falling silent beneath the passing winds as Agni[/i] dangled securely at his hips. His intentions were pure; more-so blank for he had nothing to do and didn’t consider finding anyone out here at such a time. He was however wrong. Just up ahead, no further then ten meters did a soft shadow grow, enlarging and gaining substance, the shadow soon turned into a person and Ryūsuke came to a stop. He uttered nothing, but simply stood in place.

(“Well this is surprising,

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[KEITH]

As the Senju would continue to travel down along the stream side, looking into it, his vision would eventually rise up from the stream, and look out toward the sky, walking. He had noticed the day beginning to change, he was staring at his reflection for so long that he wouldn't remember how quickly the day was going by him. The shinobi was alerted as he had heard a voice come out in the distance ahead of him, wondering what or who it was, it would quickly get his attention, as his eyes would set upon the figure before him. It was another male, who was merely ten meters away from where the Senju would come to a halt, staring in the direction, and locking eyes with the one before him, before he would move or take any other actions.

He didn't think that he would see anyone upon the route he was traveling, despite him actively searching for Iwagakure, he would find another person here out in the middle of nowhere. With two huge gauntlets upon his waist, just what where those? And who was he? He had to presume that the one before him was probably a shinobi, it was more than likely that it was the case, but was he a shinobi of Iwagakure? The Senju would soon find out the answer by talking, and there wasn't any better way to do so then starting off with a common question, one that everyone would ask someone who they don't know.

["It's surprising indeed, I didn't think I would find another soul out here. And, who are you?"]

Naturally, the one would have to give their name first before asking who someone else was. That is usually the case when one would just happen to barge in on another's life, but these two had crossed each other simultaneously, and conversation would probably ensue anyway, so it wasn't rude. He was sure that the male before him might have wanted to know who he was too; he could have expected him to feel the exact same way he did, about not expecting to find someone. Or maybe he could have been someone out to get the young shinobi, he would surely find out what was up by talking, anyway.

His attention was still being grabbed by the large gauntlets upon the waist of the male, wondering about the same questions he had thought of before. His blueish-grey eyes had gazed up and down his figure, taking in his clothing, and trying to compare it to the style that other Iwagakure shinobi and civilians wear, but it didn't look too similar.

[Trigga]

Standing in the presence of another, Ryūsuke acted against taking the first colloquial move. His journey across mother earth had built quite a strong fortification against deceit and sedition, given those had been the main factors of his devolution as not only a leader, but a Shinobi. A man’s strongest weapon wasn’t their hands, or their jutsu they possessed; it was the mind that so adeptly placed everything together for the better or worse. One’s cognizance allowed something as simple as the mouth to become the greatest deceiving tool any human could possess. It was that very instrument that had crippled the Uchiha so many times before; there wouldn’t be a mistake on his behalf any longer.

Using the brief moment of silence between the two as suitable time to analyze the situation, he’d begin with the man’s appearance. Lengthy brown hair that moved calmly in the winds, matching in similar coloration with his eyes; this was only flattered by lightly tanned skin. His attire was rather casual, sallow in color with little decoration, it was simplistic and gave away little to his character, nifty almost. However one thing that placed him on curiosity was the lack of a Hitai-ate, which mimicked his own privation. Knowing full well his own situation, hosting an item that linked him back to Konoha was foolhardy, nonetheless he was indeed a Shinobi. Could the man before him be within a similar state of affairs, trying to conceal their past, or was he merely not a tool of death?

Focusing on the man’s eyes, attempting to gauge his attentiveness, Ryūsuke could see the mild voracity. The man’s hues lowering towards the Uchiha’s hips transitorily fixated on his Agni before returning to direct eye contact and following with words of invitation. “Indeed, it’s odd finding something out here,

[/color]” He began his response, agreeing with the mysterious individual who continued to show interest in the item he safeguarded. Smoldering, its aperture allowed lax exhausts into the hair, growing invisible the higher they lifted. An instrument for only the most masterful Katon users, its purpose would remain unknown to the onlooker so long as he didn’t make a rash move.

”My name is Ryūsuke—and you are?

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[KEITH]

exit.

[~Kohana <3]

Circa- 17
Ryu- 19