The sunagakure gate behind him, Seiko took off into a run once more, in the direcction of konoha. Deciding it best to bypass the rivercountry, he simply took into the air after a few handseals. he flew as if on an invisible surf board, just like before. The desert below was an endless scape of yellow, but Seiko could see trees in the distance. He continued flying and eventually the desert had turned to a forest, lush and green.
He flew for several hours, almost 5, before he reached konoha. Flying really was a much more effective form of transportation. He neared the gate and he slowly decended to the ground. He approached the gate walking, nodding to the chuunin guards.
Subject: Back to konoha. 
