xuba xuba lookout

the grey sky's held an interesting truth. the cool northern winds had a certain nip to them. all this was noted as the figure of the dark skinned man omitted a portion of the grey mountain site. his grey eyes fixed on the large structure around the center of the valley below. the voice of a boy whom seemed to have been far from home for a boy of the mountains.

xuba lowered his left hand from his forehead as he wore a falsified outfit of a konohagure shinobi. looking bold as a seemingly fearless man. his nature was relatively that he cared very little.  however time now was interesting. his chakra supressed to below a normal civilian (1 chakra) as he studied the entrances. he had been for quiet some time. he needed cash of course. what better than a large village to borrow from for his personal needs.  the place was a militant in appearance. but where there was a stronghold, there was easy money. 

the occasional patrol of a guard showed xuba that in his careful scoping of the land around. he learned the patterns and ways of their patrols and watched for the elites of the village. sometimes being down for days on end. still he studied them carefully.

The days turned to night as xuba continued to study the area. His weapons were ready as he sharpend them carefully in his studying. He steeled his will. Calculating the structure carefully for every three day's xuba took measurements on the walls and the defenses. 


He was a careful planner. Watching the motions from the moats as he after sometime made them to be simply tortured induviduals of the sorts. But the walls were unusual. Hence he kept a careful eye on them amid the day's. 

Quietly cracking down the defenses bit by bit. And a seemingly difficult goal to take money. And if nessary lives. Xuba truely did not want to if course. But if it couldnt be helped he did not loose heart over it.

After a week he made up his mind after careful study. The wind was silent yet hus foot steps were just as silent. Xuba began a strategic advance by a couple days at a time down the mountains, and into the valley. He was not afraid to be seen armed. As an open testimony to his willingness to be honest. It was time to see what this village had to show for it's name. If not then ramsack the village like a bandit.

(Exit)

Approving the exit, however please note none of our defenses are in the mountains so you wouldn't have been able to observe them or know patrols near the village until
You get to the gates

(Thats the fun part about recon.)