Metal and Gas: Contrasting Elements.

Trees, beautiful, fruit-filled trees soared high into the clouds, their leaves shielding the lustrous ground, which itself was simply littered with mesmerizing flowers, which themselves could lift the mood of anyone melancholy soul. Deep within this forest, hidden within this forest, was a medium-sized cottage home, which was releasing small bits of smoke through it's chimney and into the atmosphere, though this smoke was not from wood, but instead came from iron thermite, as those who lived in this home wouldn't dare destroy this fascinating forest. No, it would've essentially been a sin to do such a thing.

Standing in front of the mirror, was muscular blonde-haired man, who was indeed carrying a large scroll upon his back, and wore a gentle smile upon his face, giving off a sense of compassion and warmness. With his stuff packed, the man exited his home, cheerfully sent away by his wife and children, each who were not concerned in the slightest for his well being; each one knowing that the latter would return from his journey safely.

For several hours on end the latter, known to the world as Sannoto, continued walking through this forest. Despite the fact that he walked through such a place countless times, this sight completely mesmerized him and warmed his soul; to the point where he personally felt connected with every living thing in the area, down to the motionless trees which shielded him from the sun's harmful rays, and even down to the small ladybugs which he essentially leaped over to avoid stepping on. With this, one could suggest that he didn't get too far from his home, and it wasn't too late for him to turn back, but he knew that he had to continue with this journey.

After a few more minutes, Sannoto reached a grasslike plain, which was illuminated by the blazing rays emitted from the heavens themselves. With such a sight, the Senju male decided that this would be where he took his break, as even the strongest of shinobi did need to relax and enjoy a meal once in a while. Opening his scroll, he released a basket full of food which his wife and daughter prepared for him; ramen noodled with small chunks of pork and vegetables, along with a small side of Shimp-Fried Rice, his favorite meal ever. "She really does love me!", he exclaimed to himself, his tone thick with excitement as he quickly stuffed the food in his mouth, devouring the meal in a matter of minutes. Afterwards he picked up the picnic basket and sealed it back into his scroll, considering it would come in handy later, and once more proceeded on his way across this large, beautiful, compelling plain.