Visual Prowess (Yoru Uchiha vs. Haru Hyuga)

Returning Home?
Yoru yawned, blinking the sun out of his eyes. He was sitting against a tree, nearly asleep after the exhausting mission he'd been sent on. It felt good to actually settle down, take it easy for a bit. A week ago, the Raikage had summoned him to his office and given him his assignment: he was to be a messenger to Konohagakure no Sato, responsible for sharing highly classified intelligence with Konoha's elite Intel Division. It had been a rough journey, managing to tire even Yoru. Traveling to Konoha from the Land of Lightning was no picnic, even for a generally tireless guy like himself. He'd had to brave the Land of Lightning's mountainous terrain, not an easy feat, and then on top of that, he'd had to wander through the Land of Wind's spectacular desert.

Luckily, Yoru had been given assistance, being allowed to bring with him two other ninja of his choosing for backup. He had, of course, recruited his childhood teammates from his Genin years, Kaden and Kira. They had returned home the previous day, however, as Yoru had some personal things he wanted to do. Namely, he wanted to take his time in Konoha to learn all he could about the Uchiha clan, which had been wiped out nine years earlier. Sure, he'd learned plenty of things about the clan from his father, but his father admitted that there parts of the Uchiha's history that most of the clan had never learned. Yoru wanted to visit the old Uchiha clan complex, in search of answers.

Part of him wanted answers, part of him just wanted to pay his respects to his ancestors and distant relatives. After all, he wouldn't even be alive if they hadn't existed. Having never really been apart of the Uchiha clan as a whole, he didn't really feel grief, so much as curiosity. After all, being told the reason for his family living in Kumogakure, he'd always wondered how things would've played out if the family had stayed in Konoha. He probably wouldn't be breathing, as he would've been slaughtered by Itachi Uchiha as an eight year old.

As all of these thoughts swirled around in Yoru's mind, he closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the nearby Konoha River. This isn't my native Kumo, he thought, ''but it sure is a beautiful village. I'm not surprised their ninja are so dedicated to protecting it.'' He stretched, feeling rather content, and began to slightly doze off. However, he stopped short of falling sleep, his natural wariness of being in an unfamiliar ninja village keeping him on guard.