This is my snow covered home

This is all so clear

The country named after the water that falls from the sky was in a dark but peaceful mood, reflecting the weather almost perfectly. For the first time in recorded history, the sun was hidden behind the clouds and the temperature was low enough to make the usual rain into small flakes of snow. This wouldn't be the most unusual event, if it had not happened right in the middle of summer. The day, Kyoichi decided to return to his birth country for the first time in four years.

The shadow moved slowly and softly, not even emitting any sounds or smells, chakra source or otherwise. It was if as though he was a simple trick of the eye. Walking to seemingly nowhere, he looked down from having his gaze at the sky that was sending down frozen ice droppings. The man's hand slowly lifted itself from resting at his side and touched the air, if you didn't pick up on the fact that there was an invisible wall. After a few moments of his hand resting there, almost as if he was waiting for something to happen, the hand fell forward and he proceeded slowly.

The man disappeared into thin air, nothing left but ripples in the air before it settled and remained still again. Inside of the invisible barrier, there was a small collection of burnt down buildings and skeletons scattered everywhere. His slow pace of walking along the road that led to the building stopped carefully, his black ninja sandles halting in their tracks.

" ..Hm?" is the only emitted sound from his throat as he gazed around lazily the landscape. So, his only family was finally dead? His eyes rested on the nearest skeleton, one of a child. An unknown force reached out to the skeleton as his fingers twitched as it did so. It wrapped around one of his teeth and scanned it for DNA. He found some, of course and compared his own to it. There were some similarities, but not enough to be a close family member. The man let the chakra retreat back inside of him and turned, walking back out of the rippling chakra.

The man blinked lazily, and looked back to the sky, blinking again when some snow flakes fell lightly on his skin. They melted a mere few moments later. So, what was his reason for living again? He couldn't even come up with a reason as he simply stood there, a black cloak resting on his shoulders and a maroon colored shirt holding onto his figure tightly, along with black pants. The colors were both dull, but his eyes were a bright and happy color of ocean blue. His orbs searched the skies for an answer to his question.