Permissable Traveling [Gin, Nobo]

Today was the day. The tubby Akimich was armed and ready at the exit of the family estate. His mother gave him a few kisses, packing six stacks of lunches for the afternoon snack. Naturally, the Akimichi stored the assortment of food via the Displacement Storage technique, as a matter of fact, vast majority of his newly procured equipment was stored in the Storage Displacement, bar his traditional Shinobi equipment. He had two weapon pouches on his left hip, two on his right, both packed with an assortment of Kunai, Shuriken, Smoke Bombs, the lot. Waving good bye to his younger siblings, sweat dripping from the tip of his chin he turned to make his to the gates.

The shadow of an extremely large figure towered over the young Akimichi, raising his palm to block out the sun his eyes widened at the sight of his father. “Do your best.” he said with a smile, resting his callous hands on Gins shoulders before bringing him in for a hug. Suddenly, it was as if all prior worries had subsided, nodding while in his fathers clinch style hug, the Akimichi quickly broke away, waddling down the hill towards the village gates. Before long he found himself at the exit to the village, catching a glimpse of the other participant sat by the gate, Gin tentatively approached, sliding his thumbs under the straps of the rucksack jam packed with food. Shifting his gaze between his belly and the lean figure of Ryuuzaki he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

"Hi." he muttered awkwardly.

“It’s time”, spoke one of his clones, closest to the clock that hung on the wall. Kaito and the other clone looked up to the clock, with Kaito then craning his head back at the sun. The lights were still on from the night’s work, they hadn’t even realized it was morning. “Right you are”, the redhead said solemnly. “I think we did good progress though. You two” -- a rude interruption took place by the clone away from the clock -- “keep going for as far as we can as long as the technique is up, we know.” It was weird being interrupted by himself like this, but it was expected that not only his clones thought like he did, but were also as rude as he was. “Right. Right.” He picked himself up from the desk, feeling sore all over, but it was time to move. He took advantage of the adjacent bathroom to refresh himself, after which he’d clad himself in his Darkened Skies armor, strap the many weapon pouches along his belt and thighs, then put over it the white mid tight open robe of kage, as well as the characteristically golden pyramid hat with the circular cloth on the sides and back. All put together, he looked at himself in the mirror. The trappings of power, one couldn’t hold it without letting themselves get caught in them.

He travelled from the Kage tower, and from the villagers, as they passed, would come nods and hand waves, smiles and polite greetings, and from others, out of the corner of his one eye not shielded by a black face mask that covered from his cheek to behind his ear, he could see scornful faces, half crooked smiles, and disgust in the faces of some shady individuals covering away from the sun. Neither heated him or cooled him down. He tried to nod to any who would interact, a placid smile on his lips, but he held no illusions that his reputation wasn’t the best feature he had.

Now at the gates, he found the two boys waiting for him already. “Alright lads, caravan will be here any minute now, hope you said your goodbyes, this is it.”