The Black Mist Appears [Ruin/Nocturne]

The Rain village was seeming to experience a sudden rainfall, pounding hard against the stone ground, the metal buildings, and a thick jacket that was pulled over a dark frame. The gates of the village sprung open almost immediately when he was in plain sight. A black mist roiled over the area as he walked by, a crack of thunder and lightning lighting the sky. It only showed half his face when the lightning struck nearby. He was rather hungry, his eternal stomach not having much to nourish the rest of the body, and he heard that there was a new noodle shop opening somewhere in the village. The sound of rattling chains echoed from his clothing, the easily shown chain links drifting out of his cloak in several places. It was obvious he had them, but he hid the fact that there were two large mechanisms on his arms, weighing them down. He had no real need for them, but as the insurance someone actually knew who he was.

It was unlikely. Once had had entered into the village, the large metal gates smashed back closed, rumbling the ground under their ten-ton might. The man's black hair drifted down from the top of the cloak's hood, a small breath of air coming into his nostrils, and exhaled out through his pale lips. The air wasn't stale, moist and nostalgic, warm but chilling, it was rather soothing. The base wasn't exactly a prime location to relax and deal with everyday affairs, but he was seemingly an enemy to the world. His footsteps were heavy against the ground, almost cracking them under his feet as he walked, his eyes halfway closed. The mind of the tall male was calm, and with his chakra under wraps with all the metal around his figure, only a sensor would be able to determine him as a high-ranking Ninja.

The smell of noodles drifted through the air, even through the pounding rain that bashed against the cracked stone ground. The sound of pots and silverware, both wooden and metal were close, so that noodle shop couldn't be too far away.

"It's been so long.."