Kenshi arrived in a grassy plain, high upon a large plateau that sat out in the middle of near no where. Though the scene sounded as it should be deserted of animals and vegetation, it actually wasn't. There were a few trees, nothing forest like, but the grass that swept over the large area was home to all sorts of creeping animals, rabbits, snakes, mice, and the occasional bug, eaten by a small lizard. Kenshi looked over the plateau, staring his light purple eyes down into the small rural neighborhood of people. The wind seeped into his hair and around his leather clothing, giving him a grim apperance. However, the protecting face that sat in front of his skull proved other wise.

Todays mission was simple, and it was to meet up with a "Kumori Uchiha". Both of them were shinobi, however the Uchiha was a jounin, and it would test Kenshi's power. The Rinnegan had easily unlocked his earth and water chakras, he'd been able to advance more techniques with those elements, but the limits of the Rinnegan were unknown, and that possibly meant limitless. The power with in his eyes, sitting in two holes in his skull, the strength that welled up from deep within his chakra network, it was all something that Kenshi had to learn how to control, and learn how to master. The shiny headband that was wrapped around his arm glistened in the evening sunlight, and the insigna of Kumogakure reflected on the ground.

The village he'd vowed to protect. The village he'd come back to, the village that his father failed to "really" protect. Kenshi was making up for it, and making up for everything that the Izoto clan had done to the village, even if it was only done by one person. Whoever Kenshi's opponent was, they would not only be testing his mettle, but his mind also. It was something that he wanted. The sword on his back, was it really meant to save people?

'While holding the sword I cannot embrace Kumogakure, but while holding the sword I can protect them...'