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The sands drifted gently into the morning air as the sun begun to peek over the dunes of Sunagakure. The nights were cold, but now the villagers would awaken from their beds and put away their nightly gowns; preparing for another hot and busy day.
It was almost like tradition to see the Kazekage to walk through the busy streets and greet his villagers, as did Gaara intended to do today. So he put on his regal robe and briskly walked by stands and homes, adoring the happy faces of his people that he so graciously protects with his very life. His face was as blank and un-emotional as he has always been. With his deep dark bags that encircled his eyes, the children were sure not to see such a person like that smile. In spite this, he was sure to have checked that he would never do such things as scare the children with his creepy smile. But this did not stop him in the least bit to patrol his village, and it surely didn’t bother anyone that their Kazekage never smiled. It was, as they say, “normal.”
“Crap!” Suna cried out as he pushed aside the crowds and crowds of people, dodging carts and shoppers, running at a very brisk pace; book in hand and headband on his forehead.
The insignia etched into the metal plating was a carving of an hourglass, Sunagakure’s highest honorific, a shinobi, a warrior, a defender, a ninja. In Suna’s case of course, meant a ninja in training.
“I’m gonna be sooo late!!!” he shouted to himself again.
Yes, just a ninja in training.
Suna wasn’t any ordinary boy, no. He was the son of an elite assassin of the the Anbu Black ops. His father was a man that had watched over the village within the shadows, a skillful protector that was said to have killed his enemies without touching them. But alas, it was all but a vague memory for Suna. His father’s memory was something that now remains in history as a Shinobi legend.
“Crap!” Suna cried out for the fifth time. “Sensei’s gonna eat me for lunch if I don’t hurry!” Suna ran and ran with his small boyish legs that had other kids laugh at him, despite his real age. He may have been a little “petite” for his age group, but this didn’t stop him from getting to where he is today.
“Look out boy!” cried a merchant who saw Suna ran by his stand.
Suna turned to the merchant suddenly came colliding into a man. He tumbled back, landing on his bottom and began to rub it with a sore look on his face.