Here there be dragons. (Entry)

Benjiro walked through the forested lowlands that comprised the Land of Lightning, enjoying the singing of the birds as they flitted by. He paused to watch two birds flit back and forth, fighting in the air over some imperceivable border that only they knew. He would have made it to the borders much quicker if not for that interlude, and he spent the next few hours watching the birds and their epic battle. He wrote some, in his journal.



He looked up at the large mountain range looming over this land like a stern and judgemental father.



With a flourish, Benjiro signed his name at the bottom of the page and dated it. He stared back towards the tree line once more, admiring the beauty of the old growth wood once more before turning and starting his trek into the mountain range, already the sweat was forming as Benjiro could feel the elevation rise.

He finally reached the village of Kumogakure, pausing to both catch his breath and admire the grandeur of the gate before him, which loomed above him like a tidal wave of stone. He took a breath again, composing himself, before walking closer and hailing whatever Guards this village had.

He spoke loud but gently so as not to appear aggressive. The little he had learned about the Land of Lightning was that they had a militaristic philosophy, and he didn’t want anything to lead to confrontation.  

“Hello! I seek entry into this grand village, is anyone there?”

He said confidently, looking up and around the gates for whomever might be in charge. the stone began to feel claustrophobic as it towered over him