[Kyokujitsu Kagero]

It wasn't an easy journey. Accompanied by one of Kusagakure's Special Jonin, Kagero was making quite the trek. And his insistance on bringing his puppet had made things harder than they'd had to be, the young boy trying to show off to someone of such higher rank than him by showing he could carry it the entire way. After all, he'd been chosen for a special mission from the Kage herself to help improve relations with the land of desert his family originated from. But when the two of them would approach the gate, a very annoyed looking young man with glasses and brown hair would approach first, a puppet on his back. And behind him would be a young blonde boy, Kagero, returning to his ancestral home.

Those there to meet them would see Kagero trying to avoid eye contact with his escorts, a slight blush hidden by the redness from the sun's heat, and his escorts staring at him visibly annoyed. While Kagero had insisted on bringing his adult sized puppet, had insisted he could definitely carry it the entire way they had to trade off less than half-way through their journey, the awkwardness from the boy being smaller than his own puppet having caused them to be behind schedule. A-At least it's really light right sensei? You can tell how I used strong yet light materials...Right? The annoyed glare he got as an answer caused the boy to look away again. Light or not, it had been a drag to carry for such a long trip that the man had not signed up for.

However, having finally arrived, it was time to start this outreach mission. For Kagero hadn't just been chosen to come here since his family originated from here, but due to the fact that he was technically a member of one of the main clans in Suna. And he was here to reconnect with them, and hopefully improve relations along the way, and those clan members would be who the two ninja expected to meet at the gates. Hopefully at least. And if there were any, the young boy and member of the branch that split off over half a century ago would look like he fit right into the desert, being shirtless except for a white vest with gold trim and white shorts, along with some gold bracelets and a necklace. His preferred attire even in Kusagakure's, clothes of his ancestors. That he was now going to meet.

[Kyokujitsu Asahi]

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A day long in the making, sort of. In honesty it hadn't really occurred to Asahi that there had been others from his family that had chose to settle in some of the other hidden villages, other lands sure but hearing that there were Kyokujitsu in Kusa was proving difficult for the chunin to wrap his head around. Before the majority of their nomadic clan settled in Suna they had lived throughout the deserts of Kaze no Kuni for generations as traders and warriors and truth be told it sounded like a decent existence. Sure the climate was unforgiving but the clan was nothing if not survivors and they had developed a myriad of ways to live in inhospitable lands, but for the young man the Kyokujitsu were synonymous with the desert and it was hard to picture living around so much... green.

But that was purpose of this outreach event, right? To hear and see the experiences of family who may have lived far away but were still connected by the name. The chunin took a moment to wipe a bead of sweat from his brow, even with the headwrap the unforgiving desert sun still made him work for any tiny morsel of relief, as Asahi watched the approaching duo head towards the gate. The younger blonde was his relative and while his attire was definitely suited for warm weather so much exposed skin in this sun was just asking to end up red as a tomato.

"Kagero? It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Kyo-er, I guess you already know that part. You can call me Asahi, and welcome to Suna." He'd greet the pair with a smile. "The others are waiting for us at the clan compound so we can start heading that way. I hope your travels weren't too much of a problem?" The chunin would ask as he turned to lead the pair through the large earthen gates.

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[Kyokujitsu Kagero]

There was a sharp inhale at the question of how their journeys went, audible and clearly a bit of a trigger of a question. But it hadn't come from the young boy, but his escort, leaning forward and soaked in sweat and very clearly unhappy at how this journey had gone. The puppet wasn't heavy, even Kagero could carry it, but such a large and awkward object through a trek in the desert, even something light eventually becomes near unbearable after a while. Especially for someone raised in the grasslands of Kusagakure. It was...fine, thank you. Please, lead the way. At least the Special Jonin was still diplomatic, even if he was lying through his teeth. Kagero himself jumped in at the end. Thank you for the welcome by the way! As you know, I'm Kagero and this is Kenma. It's nice to meet you too! The family I've heard lots about. He left out how a lot of it wasn't good per se.

As for the young boy, he himself was also adjusting. He knew where his family came from, knew the stories of the desert, had heard all about it. His shirtlessness showed he even dressed like one from the desert. But things had always been done in a backdrop of green, his home, actually being surrounded by the sand and heat, it was so...Different. He had no idea how his ancestors, his grandfather, had lived like this, travellings across sand dunes. Even with his minimal clothing the young boys usually golden hair was stained dark with sweat, red covering his bare skin. He knew how to dress the part, but he didn't really know what it took to be a desert nomad. Not yet anyways, but that was why he was visiting after all.

So, we're visiting others in the clan? What're they like exactly? And...How far away is it? The boys curiosity mixed with his tiredness, nor really knowing much about his loyalist relatives besides the, well, less than stellar stories of his own family. But he was here to help repair that bridge, a mission from the Lord himself! And if he could help repair it while sitting down that'd be absolutely amazing.

[Kyokujitsu Asahi]

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Asahi had long acclimated to the climate in this part of the world that he often forgot that those who weren't used to it usually looked like they had just finished the most uncomfortable swimming lesson of their life. The sweat drenched clothing, the heat stained faces and general look of fatigue were more than enough indicators that while the two had arrived their travels were anything but easy. "Ah, yeah, sorry about that. Unless its urgent we try not to do much traveling in the middle of the day; the desert will definitely humble you no matter how long you've lived out here." Asahi replied.

With introductions sorted Asahi would begin to lead the two through the streets of Suna. He'd carve a path through the market district just to give a bit of a showcase to how the hustle and bustle of Suna life was but wouldn't linger as to not keep the visitors on their feet any longer than necessary. Kagero would inquire as to how the others in the Kyokujitsu behaved --in addition to how long it would take to get there-- which was a telling sign. Not bad, of course, but expected. "Well... I'd assume they're like any other family. We've got more reserved members, more business oriented, some very chipper kids. A little bit of everything. As for how far.." The young man trailed off for a moment.

"... Not sure how far back the family history goes in Kusa, but we've still retained control of the gold and salt mines in the northern part of the country and understandably so running that type of operation requires a good amount of space, so our clan compound is on the edge of the residential district. Not terribly far, but we've still got a bit to go." He hoped that the answer was regaling enough to gloss over the fact that the two would still be walking for a little while, but if they had any questions there was plenty of time to ask.

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