The Viper Moves to an Allied Nation

Through the open plains of the Land of Snakes, Trigon's disguise wore off as he was now ok to remove it. his hair returned to its former color of snow white and hints of silver. He was in no hurry on his journey as usual, but there was something about this trip that pressed for urgency. He wasnt worried about the pressure of his long awaited work being sold off like mere black market jewelry, but what concerned him was who actually had it? Hidden Village's arent exactly the smallest places in the world. This didnt frustrate the man. He had something to fill that void. He would pull a cigar from his vest and strike a lighter to it.

Taking a few puffs, he made his way down the south eastern connection between the two countries. There was a small village in which he could take refuge and dry up. The rain was wearing down his mental state after the failed attempt to get his information, and his clothing was drenched, adding much more weight than necessary to his cause. Trigon would eventually get out of the falling drops and press his feet into more lush grass than ever held in the Land of Snakes. It was like his feet were getting tingles from the change, for he hadnt been within the Land of Vines in quite some time. It was refreshing to say the least, as it even helped Trigon ease his frustration. He puffed his cigar continually, giving off large smoke signals all around him. He didnt care though. He wasnt posing a threat at this very moment, but soon, maybe he would. It was up to the people within Morigakure.

The air was becoming less humid by the minute as Trigon pressed through the lush plains of The Land of Vines. Soon though, it would start to filter with trees of all types, each seeming to symbolize their own meaning in this world. No two were ever the same and the trees shared that same relationship with humans respectively. As he motioned through what was becoming a forest, darkness began to set in on the horizon. Still taking draws from his cigar, Trigon was needing to reach this town in which he pursued for rest.

Just as he seemed to be pressed for time luck would behold The Viper of the Hidden Storm. That very town peaked over the horizon, first by its light, then in physical stature. This town was nothing to many people but for a man who needed to stay low key it was perfect in both scenario and in size. Trigon knew who he needed to know here and it was all necessary for a man who wanted to remain in the shadows. It would not be but another hour and the man would reach the gates of the place. No we aren't talking great gates like those of Arashigakure, but gates nonetheless. Trigon would walk into the open passage, met by guards. Once they saw him, the cigar and the demeanor, they kindly welcomed him in. He was a popular figure here and it was apparent by the open welcome.

Trigon would walk his way through the town, heading to an inn towards the center. It was his place of preference and there was always a place reserved just for him there. The night sky would overcome the town, lights turning on in all of the structures that chose to remain awake. It wouldnt be long and Trigon would enter the inn, and check in at the counter. The clerk gave him his key, and he continued on towards his room.

Entering, the Viper would prep himself for some sleep. He would smoke the rest of his cigar by the window just before turning in. A quick freshening of the teeth and he would sleep the rest of the night. His travel was tiring to him. Laying his head on his pillow, he was out like a light.

The morning came swift, and the sun would peer into the window and onto the bed in which Trigon had slept. When the UV rays connected to where Trigon's face was, the Viper would no longer be there. Bed made neat and room flawless as it was when he entered, the door behind the man could close. Trigon wasn't intending to stay long. Just enough to sleep was all he wanted. The male would return his key to the clerk and make way. Soon he was back on the trail to Morigakure as he left behind the small town that welcomed him so.

Hours would pass yet the day was still young. Soon Trigon would reach a destination that had been on his mind since hearing the news of his weapon. Trigon had made it to Morigakure, the great shinobi village of The Land of Vines. It's majestic aura was never a feeling that went away for Trigon. He enjoyed the tranquillity in which this village offered. Normally many would get lost trying to find this place, but for The Viper of the Hidden Storm it was like walking to the neighbors. Soon he would get to the bottom of where to find his weapon. Very soon.

[Exit]