A day of remembering (open no killing )

The sun was low in the sky, as Revan began his march through the streets to the graves. Going to the graves was always painful to him, it always took him back to his days int eh academy. As Revan made his way around a corner and walked a couple meters, he stopped just short of the entrance and dropped his head. " Be strong" Revan would say to himself, then would proceed on, stepping past the entrance and walking in long strides towards the graves he was here to see. Revan made his way down a long row of tombstones worn by the sand and wind that passed through the city on a regular basis, until he had finally arrived at the graves he was her to see.

Revan knelt down in front of the large tombstones and lowered his head " Its been awhile, I'm sorry i was not here earlier."Revan always wished he had gotten more time to come and visit with his fallen family, but training and missions often kept him away. A small tear formed in the corner of his left eye and started to fall before Revan quickly brought his hand up and wiped it from existence. The sun had finally taken its place behind the hills in the far distance leaving the graveyard and the city in darkness.

Revan sat for nearly an hour before picking his head up and looking at the headstones. " Well good night, i love you," Revan smiled as he stood, stepped forward and placed a shaking hand on each grave, before turning and heading back to his home near the center of the city. Revan looked from each headstone as he passed the rows and rows of fallen shinobi and thought about what an honor it would be to die for ones country in service to the Kazekage. Revan stopped as he read the name of one shinobi he knew that had died, a jounin that Revan had meet many many times over the years he had been a shinobi of Suna. He drew in a deep breath then turned and walked away, back towards the entrance.

A 13 year old female ninja was out at a walk. It has gone dark, the tempeture has started to go down. It gets very dark and cold at night times at this part of the world.
The girl, Jouchi, is walking and thinking of her events which happend earlier today. Taking in a deep breath of cool air and then breathing out her anxiouty. Not much has gone right and it feels like no matter how much work you put it, it won't pay off. The try to get recruited to a team, to be trusted with even the smallest mission and her training has only caused more injuries than results. Jouchi takes another deep breath and thinks that maybe tomorrow things will go better. She notices someone walking toward her. It looks to be a male around her age. As the male gets closer, she recognizes him. "Revon-kun, what are you doing here?"

(( sorry it took so long ))

Revan moved quickly from grave to grave, noting the names and trying to picture the faces of those fallen shinobi he had meet, his concentration was broken when his name was spoken aloud. He seemed somewhat surprised, not many people outside of his old team ever spoke to him, but Revan quickly changed his surprised look for one more warming, a smile.

" J...... Jouchi is it? " he would say as he moved his hand around to the book hanging at his side. Revan held the black binding as he flipped through the pages and studied a picture he had sketched long ago as well as a short bio of Jouchi. Revan enjoyed knowing the shinobi in the village, and study them.

" Yep that is you. How have you been, its been quite a long time since i have seen you."