A gentle, rare breeze blew threw the Sand Village, just as the unrelenting sun began to have its brilliance obstructed by the horizon. And in the breeze, slowly being carried away, was a small, white cloud of sweet-smelling smoke, its shape funneling down to no more than a thin line, at the base, line which came out of a golden, long pipe. And holding the pipe firmly between his fingers was a tall, thin man with spiked, blonde hair and calm, yet attentive, piercing blue eyes.

Shuiro Kagetora, current and somewhat new Kazekage in the village, had dared to leave behind his endless pile of unfinished work and unsigned contracts, petitions and acknowledgements, on top of his desk, to come out for a bit of this surprisingly satisfying draft of air. This, in itself, was a rare occurrence, but to have the Kazekage outside to enjoy it, the man known for being one of the most hardworking and dedicated people in this village, one who never left his office until everything was finished, put away and cleaned, was indeed something most gossipers would discuss for weeks to come.

Undoubtedly, there was something about this dusk and this breeze that brought out the regularly unseen side in most people. Donning his typical blue, patterned kimono, Kagetora slowly walked through the streets he often called his own, the streets that saw him go from a lanky, shy, useless young man to what he is now, the strongest ninja in this village. Glancing around, he saw the lights in several homes and shops being turned on, the children being beckoned to go inside and the blinds on windows being drawn. This was, in no way, uncommon. In the middle of the desert, while the days were unmercifully hot and could drain the life of even the most lively of children, the night was even worse. When the Sun, patron of the heat and brightness, retired for the day, its splendor was quickly replaced by a frigid cold, one even the most seasoned war veterans complained about.
Indeed, the dipping of the sun behind the horizon signaled everyone to retired to their homes, to hide in the comfort of their cozy blankets and warmth of their loved ones. And yet, in this uncannily eerie dusk, there was still people walking around. People who signaled no will or wish to go home, to take cover from the certainly coming cold. People like Kagetora who, immersed in his own thoughts, failed to realized he had left his four bodyguards behind.

Useless, he usually called them. He knew they were.. a necessary evil, him being a man of his importance and all, and he may have agreed to their presence at most times simply to please the Sand Council but, he often wondered.. What were those elderly fools thinking? When would the strongest Sand ninja ever need the help of mere mercenaries? When would they, of all people, be of use fighting off a threat the Kazekage could not face? It boggled his mind but, he knew, it was pointless to continue pondering about this subject. Despite his strengths and great deeds, he was still fairly new at the position and to be creating waves this early would certainly not bode well for his career. All in its due time, he thought.

Hurrying to keep up with him, as he stopped for a split second, the bodyguards puffed and panted just from the short distance they had to jog to get to him. And even then, when they got to him and continued walking, Kagetora did not move.

"Completely and utterly useless, aren't you?" he said, his voice unable to contain the hint of annoyance and resignation that filled it, as he directed his words to the four heavily armored men. "I thought I had warned you those armors of yours would be counter productive. You cannot even maintain a proper walking pace without growing tired, and you expect to protect me? Furthermore...you haven't even managed to notice we have been trailed this whole time, ever since I left my office.."
This time, his gaze left the visagee of the men in front of him and, rather, focused on a particularly well hidden dark alley, to their left and behind them, as he signaled with a nod in that direction, though maintaining his back turned to the hidden assailant.
"..And you, stranger. Despite your best efforts, you're still as noisy as a pregnant, crippled ostrich. How did you expect me, of all people, not to notice you? Now.. reveal yourself!"

The moment his voice rang through the street, reverberating his order inside the very alley he was targeting, he heard his pursuer's steps, slowly bur surely leading out of the darkness-covered alley. His expectation betrayed him as, as he looked up to where he expected his target to stand up to, he found himself having to look at least two feet down, to be able to look the person in the eye. Meeting his eyes back were turquoise colored eyes, not unlike his own, belonging to a white-haired teenager.

The attire of this newly appeared teenager was quite surprising, even for Kagetora, known for his elaborate and over the top clothes. He dressed like a high-ranked army general would've, in terms of formal clothes, wearing a white Haori with some kind of symbol on the back, over a black kimono. In fact, if it wasn't for the circumstance, Kagetora might have even appreciated his outfit.

"Oh", he began saying, his body language relaxing but his face remaining stern, turning his back to the newly met person before even finishing his sentence, "It's just a kid. Lets go."
But as he began walking, the teenager's voice spoke back, hesitant at first but, nonetheless, sure and audible enough to be heard from twenty paces away.
"Oh? Since when do you, or anyone else for that matter, have the authority to ask of the Kazekage for information on his motives or routine? Don't overstep yourself, child" he began replying but, quickly enough and as the teenager continued speaking, his arrogance turned into a full-blown laughter. Laughing for a few seconds, he ended up needing to slightly bend forward to recover his breath, then facing his guards and pointing at their interloper.
"Ahhhh, my stomach. Did you hear that, you imbeciles? Even a mere.. Genin can see the obvious flaws of your attire. Where does that put you now? Academy student level of intelligence? Quite accurate, if I say so myself.." he sneered, unable to keep back another wave of laughter, this one shorter and slightly more contained.

"You are right, though," he spoke once more towards the Genin, his face having recovered its previous appearance, "It isn't your place. As it isn't your place to ask anything of me, including my destination or even my possible company. Now, begone before I change my mind and punish you for sheer insolence and disregard for authority. ", as he began to slowly walk away, signaling his overburden guards to follow him and turning left into the next street, before giving a final yell of "And don't you dare to try following me again.", letting his voice trail off in the distance, as he left the genin behind.

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[OOC: Sorry for the short post. There's just not that much to say yet, at this point.]

Quickly, Kagetora's footsteps took him through the maze that some of the Sand streets were. By now, the sun was completely down and, even though the breeze still prevailed, it no longer was something all that pleasant. Though the Kazekage's stiff hair did not waver in the strengthened draft, his clothes billowed behind him, as if they had a life of their own, waving and dancing, as the temperature continued to drop drastically, his own bodily heat slowly begin to seep right out of him, as if he was a container with a leak.

By now, any remnants of the differences in this day had slowly vanished: there were no longer people in the streets, lingering behind to enjoy the breeze or the short interval between the daily summer and winter. Every light on the street had been turned on, mirroring the gentle, widespread unnatural lighting inside every single house. Smoke had began to rise from the chimneys indicating the lighting of fireplaces and the quiet noise in the streets had turned into absolute silence. It was at this time of the day that the lack of trees and other greens made themselves apparent, as the lack of rustling of leaves and branches in the midnight wind was capable of unnerving those who weren't used to it.

Even trough the noisy march of his useless followers, Kagetora's senses were able to cut right through mild distractions as those and, as such, he could feel the silence press unto him, like a thick, cold wall behind his back, limiting his movement but, at the same time, gently vibrating, transmitting noises and movements from the room next door. It was no surprise, then, that the moment a set of hurried footsteps rang across the rooftops surrounding Kage, he heard them like he was right beside the culprit. And he knew who it was. He should've made himself a lot cleared. The steps went on ahead, quickly, and vanished in the distance, letting Kagetora know what to expect, which wasn't uncommon.

Before his guards knew it, the kid was again in front of him, his presence coming from the nearby alleyway, his bright, white hair once mroe standing out from the deep darkness behind him. A small smile flashed on Kagetora's lips as the Genin made his way across the street to a store, pretending to be doing something. Shuiro had to give it to him - his persistence was through the roof. Obnoxiously aggravating, but through the roof without a doubt.
"Oh. It's you again. What a... pleasant surprise to see you again." Kagetora answered sarcastically, barely keeping his eyes from rolling. Then, he simply stared at the teenaged in front of him, his eyes perusing everything from his expression to his outfit and to the groceries he was carrying.
"That would've been an extremely smart technique, boy. If it wasn't for me hearing you run right through the rooftops. Did you serious expect to trick me, the Kazekage? Kid, you're twenty years too early. "

But the Genin kept talking and, as Kagetora scowled, a deep sigh of frustration left him.
"Look... Lucario? I'm going to make this extra simple for you, as you clearly cannot comprehend basic etiquette and social class behavior. I am your superior. I am everyone's superior. And when I tell you not to follow me, I mean I don't want to see you again. Do you understand that? Do you?" he asked, as he felt his guards tense up behind him, as if they were ready to pounce on something.

"Seriously? Do you inept, senseless simpletons really believe you have any need of tensing up for a mere Genin?" Kagetora harshly said, turning his face to his guards, right before focusing is attention back on Lucario, this time making his voice barely audible, but audible enough to be sure Lucario heard and heard properly, "I will give you one chance of explaining to me why you are being this obnoxiously inconvenient. You better make it good, boy."