The Return

Whether it was the summer heat that created blowing dust, or the walking figure cheating with his own talents, a lone man walked the lonely road to the village he had once called home. One deed was finally done, another was let go for the moment.  No... the time was now that the so-called once Prince of Hoshi came back to his home, and took his place again as a shinobi of the village.

Arashi kept a hat on, with a veil around the brim, as he made it within visual range of the gate.  A billowing worn cloak flapped in the wind, stopping only the wind died down... which happened to coincide with his own steps coming to a halt.  It had been long.. too long... so the young son of Akihana had no issues with the orders to stop.  There was already one major difference he noted.  Where there were once shiny armored knights at the gate, now stood more causally dressed guardmen.  Men who seemed more like shinobi than knights.

Shouts were made to get one of the village leaders, and the once young man stood patiently.  Waiting.