Cartilage of Origin

The chill resonates within the young naïve boy, who accompanies the higher tiers to the place formerly known to be a violent and a bloody nation. Here monsters were born and exposed to the brutal upbringing, but that had shuddered away with the Fourth War and the throne claimed by a reasonable one. Surely, the naïve one did not know these details before for the elders told him the known stories of the Mist: their destination. Yet, a smile coined his lips as his expression showed no fear. "I'll be fine!" Is what the boy announced to his assigned guards, that in fact were regarded as high men of Sunagakure. "It's just a visit to Team Temari."

While said, the men ushered the child to thicken his attire with a mantle. After all, this is not the Sand that was a warm place with little to no condensation. His complains went to no avail and in the end, Kōsei wore a thick mantle around him that covered him from neck to toe, with his half-covering mask only revealing his azure eyes. By that time, his platoon (two guards) and him arrived the harbour that truly reassured the young one. "Land! I can feel the land, haha." Though before having the chance to continue his steps, one of the guards threw his hood over his head to hide his identity more from the curious eyes. "Argh, you two... I told you!"

Kōsei whines went unanswered. He took it for granted, because the young one respected the two guards for accompanying him. A sigh left him that earned him a small push from the back, indicating that the trio should move through the mass of people that were eager to check out the ongoing Chūnin Exams.