The prideful warrior. An assassin who has brandished his way of life in the most aggressive forms of interactions, has now entered upon the grounds of another village, of another land that he undoubtedly held hostilities against, as a member of a band of thieves. Petty they were maybe, but like a bunch of shattered blades, this mini-group will reform society itself.
Soku had armed himself plentifully. In addition to ninja pouches, he carried with him a whole bunch of scrolls - including big and small ones. It was as if he were one of his past hits today. But it was senile that the Stealth ninja would allow him to enter, when it was obvious that this shady, mummy fellow was carrying heavy weaponry on him. Yet, this man who was the former captain of his village's anbu black ops, knew well how to infiltrate a settlement of silence.
Channeling earth chakra in order to alter the composition of the material around him, the rock of the ground turned into fine sand, which allowed him a smooth passage into the black veins that lied below civilization. The hole he had created reforming back up to make it look as if nothing happened, Soku would tunnel through, while exercising his control over the sensory specialty by keeping his chakra suppressed from any sort of spy in the world. It was then did he finally sniff out his employer's presence, and tunneled out gently, appearing right behind Xaverie as she was sitting on the bench. Soku took his seat right besides her as they analyzed the surroundings of this so-called stealth village.
"Our objective, Miss?"