express train to the north

Xuba stood amid the shadows of the buildings flipping a kunai. His attention momentarily was on the surrounding figures that wandered the streets. Many were simpletons. Traveling of sorts through the  land in search of a place to call home. Then there were those in search of glory and fame in lands across the continent. In the basic bit there were many way’s to gain a foothold in the world at hand. Xuba could not deny this as he too traveled far and wide for something. Freedom and the chance of redemption. In no short did it not occur to him that word traveled quickly of the various accounts of the world. Many traders seemed to have avoided the desert for a couple days in question. As even in the underground the word traveled like a tiny wave. Subtle to the untrained ear, but well heard by all. A village fell within a night. Which it was surprising to even xuba. As he studied and thought on such a thought. His wonder for the other villages of questionable means came into the question.
 
The health of the system seems to be very poor to allow such a thing to happen…. But there have been worst. Most definitely. With all of these traders that traveled a route for so long… it is going to be a difficult adjustment… however that shinobi from the other village…. I wonder how much he knows of this? A question in many cases that shall be answered soon enough.
 
Xuba thought as he proceeded to star walking towards the exit  of the small town on the outskirts of the wind borders. His mind clear as xuba proceeded to take to the road once more. The dirt soon became gravel as the land changed quickly as xuba with a casual traveling pace continued to move through the shifting trees and through his old stomping grounds known as tornadeo country. The wind picked up but then xuba noted that the land was different. As he passed through the old ruins of the once destroyed village. Noting there was a battle there. Xuba nodded solemnly as it was unfortunate the weak had to fall to such a force. Still his mind made up xuba proceeded to head towards the north west and towards his destination with seeming ease. Yet the terrain changed in time from the marshy terrain. A much harder to navigate and traverse yet it was still quiet simple to take care of. With the purposeful use of surface walking xuba made the travel much smoother. The dawn was now dusk by now as with a smart mind in heart xuba decided to stop for the night. The long night followed as the humid air of the marshland was a good reminder to xuba that soon enough it shall get cold.  The nip of the northern win was a fresh reminder to xuba of the danger of the cold. However he was prepared for the cold now. Plenty of training and a good storage of food was the very thing he needed to ensure his safe travel and warm travel would do well.
 
An early start at dawn showed xuba through the mountainous valleys of the land of earth. A simple stop here as xuba finally decided to take a break admiring the sight of the ruins. Quiet as it was before he left. Xuba took a breath of air in the now cooler mountainous terrain and hence with skill of one traveling this land before and learning about it fully. Xuba proceeded to take his peaceful time in traveling though the land as he remicenced on the day’s he spent improving his skills alone and even through bruises and the hard work required to get thus far.  However his name was unknown. No status to draw himself by nor truly to. So it was with this he had the plan in mind to poke his head amid the various faces of the area and world. Although he needed study of  their uniforms once more to grab a garb of kumogure from the black market.
Hence his travel continued onward to the north and hence he came across his first taste of wintery weather. The grass around him had frozen tips as the northern winds howled, and with this xuba also came to realization that body heat with the help of deerskin and his other garments still was lowering the further he went. Alas this was the weather at its finest. Hence he seemingly realized that even combat would be nigh impossible if not incrediably difficult. There was more than once that xuba found himself skidding across the frozen lands and the tundra. It was even as he noted that perhaps these shinobi could handle themselves well with such an inhibiting factor such as the cold. His traveling slowed as he noted that in the light there was an oncoming darkness. An unfriendly reminder that made xuba’s feelings grow cold at the thought of being caught in the frozen tundra at night. Xuba found a cave as fast as he could as he hugged the border as long as he could. And hence struggled to make a fire yet succeeded amid the difficulties. Never has he been so excited to see the flame come to life as he cherished the heat like gold.
 
That night was an uncomfortable night for  xuba. The wind howled and even with the heat warding off the cold it was enough to pass. He never wanted to commence such a travel again. It was a night with minimal sleep as the light came from the cave entrance as a reminder of light from the sun. he secretly missed the warm sun from the south as he rested a little longer to remain alert and active. Xuba proceeded on his way after a couple of hours more of rest as he noted the misty mountains to the west. There was the goal to which he needed to reach. The very mountains of the land of lightning. hence they were right in front of him. so xuba simply scaled the mountains and as a lone shadowy silithouse on the mountains he gazed down on the lands before him. his intention clear.
 

(1k words to travel to the land of lightning border. (100 speed to reduce travel by 1k, then my 1k words.)