Retirement? Not Quite...

The rain was endless. A man pondered as he stared out of the window. His eyes focused on individual rain drops as the fell from the heavens, as if getting to kn ow their stories one by one. His blank hair lay on his back, his posture perfect as he stood. He was a traditionalist, his ways that of a generation that is now a dying breed. He hailed by the name Trigon Graco, though he was much more. He was actually a secretive legend, The Viper of the Hidden Storm. A man of his stature had shed the blood of friend and foe alike, and yet this bothered him not. The rain was a metaphor of what was to come and Trigon's stare proved only one thing. It was time. He would strike a match, lowering his head to his cusped hands as he lit a moderate sized cigar. The glow of fed flickered several times as the smoke gathered around his being. He tossed the contents of the stricken match, referencing his hands back to his deep brown cylinder. Puffing continuously, he stay in awe of the storm. Soon the world of the shinobi would change by his crimson stained hands.

The man would not move from attention for quite some time. He would keep the cigar stationary in his mouth, never removing it. The room was filled with the nectar of nicotine and just as Trigon's mind, it was tainted, leaving its mark on everything within the vacinity. The Viper was misunderstood, but he liked it that way. Finally, as the end of the cigar bud reached his lips, the man took it from his mouth, moving for the first time since he placed it. His eyes were intense, one glowing a marvelous red as a scar under said eye was the visible marking of its previous accomplishment.

The man would take to his room, preparing for a journey. He needed to reach the Hidden Storm Village for supplies, as the small village in which he was in, lacked a weapon store. Trigon had to be sly about this, for raising suspicion was not in his best interest, especially since he claimed to be retired. Once he was prepared, he threw his attire on, and set out of the door.

Trigon would take to the streets, the rain letting its presence be known to him and the rest of Amagumo. He looked out to the massive village, as it was becoming too peaceful for its own good. It was as if all things here were no more than mere fairytale and it made the male walking kind of nauscious when thinking about it. Trigon only blended in with the people here as a manipulation to keep his secret location within the city's walls safe. He had waited for many years to set forth the plan in which he had, and any sign of his being up to something would be bad news. He needed to get to Arashigakure, but haste was not of importance.

As he walked down the rainy roads, his steps splashed the terrain in which he walked and he stayed in solitude. Not many townfolk were out on this day, trying to stay out of the showers that the sky was providing. The Viper of the Hidden Storm tried his best to stay dry, but all of his years of training made him null to the aggravation of the storms in the area. He simply wandered along the streets, his target location, the southwestern gates of town, the nearest exit to reach Arashi.

The musical drops of the rain were the only thing that comforted Trigon on his walk. He would rather hear their song than the nagging of a human's mouth anyday. To many the rain would be very depressing, but to Trigon it was harmony at its finest. He walked in rhythm, his steps pounding the hard ground like splashing drums. It wouldnt be long and Trigon would make his arrival to the gates of Amagumo and press his hands against the open gateway's trim.

His graying hair and young face glared into the open country, which didnt take long to end by the mass sky scrapers of Arashigakure. Trigon would endulge himself in the view for a moment. It would be his first trip back to Arashigakure since his announcement. Though he wouldnt use his true face to go there now, he would go there nonetheless. A little practice with the No Face Henge was in order. Even the best get rusty every now and then.

The male stood in place for a moment, the soaking rain beginning to absorb into his attire. After this moment of stillness, he took in a breath of the moist air and began to push forward towards Arashigakure. There would be nothing more than open terrain in front, the man solo in his journey towards the great village. He began to think of his past achievements within the great walls of Arashigakure. This was a motivator for him to press on within the dreary condition that bestowed itself upon his garbs. He felt a smirk cross his face as the humid conditions kicked in the closer he got.

A warm steam began to rise from the ground, acting as if it were a morning fog casted over the area. This kept him hidden atleast somewhat as his journey continued. The scenario couldnt be more perfect for him, as if he were controlling the entire travel though this wasnt true. Trigon was just brighter than most and maybe, just maybe, he was waiting for this forcast to set forth. He continued to play back his glory as The Viper of the Hidden Storm. He would do this for a good bit.