An old place

Back when things happened to be aggressive and fierce, when the ninja actually had a meaning behind their jobs. Back when it wasn't against the ways of peoples morals to learn how to defend yourself and more. Back when things were normal and knowledge was what shinobi would actually seek, there was a person that reigned over this village. This ninja had decided that it had been long enough, and it was time to come back to his last place of of leadership. He had come back to his clan, to where he last lead a hidden village and did what it took to make sure that no one would challenge it. Forming at the front entrance was a man that signified what it truly meant to a warrior and not be afraid to say it. "Mr...Mr. Nimakee, you're back" said one of the guards, instantly standing and bowing to him. Simply a smile was brought to his face and his newly found state of coldness, at least for the time being, was gone. He sported a tank top, some baggy pants, black and fresh out a store, his hair flowing with the wind. "Please don't act like that, I know there's a new head at the helm and he prolly wouldn't like this hehe" he said with a show of humor. "Come right through sir, we'll-" "Don't, I'm only gonna be here for a day or two, trust me, its for the best" he said interrupting the man as politely as he could. Waving at the guards he walked on past and proceeded toward town.