A Meeting of Two; Saruno's Stand [Open]

Slowly letting his cloak sway within the dark breezes of the desert air around him, small bits of sweat and water coming down from his moist skin, his crimson and white-streaked hair flowing with the desert wind. The Air was much cooler than the air around the desert. Yet, he had to deal with it. Seeing as a large blockade of rocks and stone in a neat structure over the front part of the village, a small breeze of chakra forming through his right hand. Walking through the sands grounds, he began to look up at the stone structure. Stopping about maybe 100m from it's greatness. He didn't want to attract any attention to himself, that would just be suicide to anyone's part, but his. HE was powerful, but he was good.

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