Deserted [travel|p]

[Yoichi]

一Sand Castles

Monosuke Akira

His traveling companion had quite the humor. He pictured vivid scenes in which massive worms with ten rows of spinning teeth emerged from the sands, devouring them whole. Tough chance, if his companion suffered fatal injuries, he'd be sure to preserve his own life. He could likely confiscate the village location from his body, bu then he'd have to explain Kenchiro's bad luck to the kazekage. Like hell he'd believe and outsider with such a huge claim, besides, he'd rather continue peacefully. He enjoyed the presence of his new friend, and looked forward to the possibility of working with him in the future. As he guessed, they were nearing Sunagakure, their travels had been relative quick, unsound conditions aside.

Falling back in the cart, he tucked his arms behind his head, sliding the dark bandana over his eyes. Everything was black, and so he sank into a sea of sounds and feeling. He could feel every pothole in the road ahead, hear every sound; from a grain of sand beneath the turning wheels, to a lizard flashing across a rock in the distance. It was amazing the benefit of your senses upon forfeiting the main. It was a feeling he could get used to, but something he preferred not to test. Imagery is what made life beautiful, from alluring lights to mind boggling compositions of colour. After an hour of travel, he exited the cart as instructed, following Kenchiro closely. The sand was different here, more compressed, and it seemed as though more people tread over it that the untouched dunes of sand. Was this Sunagakure? So close, yet so far away. "We here chief?" he mused, a subtle grin crossing his lips.

Exit.

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[Kenchiro]

Kenchiro took a moment to disengage the horses from the cart before answering Monosuke. The trip had been uneventful and pretty much straightforward. Even with the detours he had to take to confound his passenger, he found that he was not all that far from the village after all. They were, however, going to have to finish the last leg of the trip on foot; the gate was practically in sight at this point, but the lack of a straight road to it was purposely designed to prevent horses and other such inconvenient pieces of equipment getting to them.

He let the horses graze on some of the scrub that was around, making a mental note to come back around for them once this whole fiasco was dealt with. "Almost. It's a stone's throw from here to the gates. You can take off the blindfold from here on out, I guess. We'll be in the village proper before you know it." With that, he set off, leading the journalist in the direction of the Village Hidden in the Sand.

(Exit)

[KEITH]

+80 @ genma
+85 @ ken