Purification?! Saitō Tenmago vs Inofuuten Yamanaka

Somewhere in the Land of Lightning
Distant clouds rumbled gently over mountain ranges. Far-off rivers flowed towards the sea. The vast plains were empty...apart from a lone figure. His hair was yellow, vaguely reminiscent of the lightning for which this country was named, but his almost-garish purple clothing stood out amongst the withered sickly-coloured grass. His ethereal blue eyes slowly looked from side to side as he walked through the country slowly. The Konoha hitai-ate around his neck signalled to any wanderers that this was a shinobi far away fromhome, but his dawdling would perhaps confuse the wanderer. Ninjas travelling alone were usually powerful, and after completing a mission they would run back to where they came from, arms thrown back, chakra enhancing their steps and leaps. This shinobi was breaking the mold...

"Thun-der storms and light-ning bolts, nasty chak-ra, elect-ric jolts!" The ninja murmured to himself in a sing-song tone, throwing together words and every so often craning his neck and turning his head to look at the aforementioned clouds. This land was interesting, but he didn't like the oppressive atmosphere that often accompanied the high pressure caused by the storms- sometimes the atmospheric pressure was so strong that it felt like a giant hand was trying to crush him, and he didn't like that at all. Reaching under the long skirt-like material hanging from his belt, he pulled out a kunai before letting it hang again to conceal his kunai holster. Then he span it on his index finger using the ring at the end of the handle as he walked. He was getting bored, but his home village wasn't expecting him back for two days or so yet- he'd completed the mission with time to spare. He stopped spinning the kunai after his mind belatedly gave him a gentle reminder that if he nicked a finger with the kunai, it could lead to trouble. Then he continued to walk, holding his kunai in the standard reverse grip and humming his little song again...