Exiting his house, dressed in an ivory shirt and pants to match was Synyster Kenshou. After making sure to not forget anything from his weapons to his favorite outfit, Syn left without a word. The night air was calm and cool, barely scratching and in turn, moving the small rebellious hairs on his head that jutted up through the thickly matted down mane he called his hairstyle. Walking through the somewhat chilly way up to the roads Syn was surprised to find others along his way. Some were old couples simply enjoying the breeze and hoping to rekindle the old, long lost flame they once had, while others sat for the soothing elements of the night sky and a book. Whatever the reason for the late night activity, it didn't matter as Syn rather enjoyed seeing those faces out at night enjoying nature and the night sky as the beautiful creation he had found it to be.

Upon reaching the main roads, Syn was surprised to find it deathly quiet and deserted. Strange, he thought as he meandered down the road towards the front gates of his home country, Boufuugakure. Figuring that everyone was probably home enjoying special time with their families the way they should be able to, he shrugged off the minor bit of surprise he felt and walked towards the main gate at the most calm and casual pace available to him. once to the gates, the guards allowed Syn to pass and he very casually exited through them.

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Once he was a few feet in front of the gates and they closed with a hard a grated shudder that announced the lock being put into place Syn kicked off with a hard right foot and dashed towards the expanse of land, tree, and night sky ahead of him. The moon ahead gave off a shimmering, white glow. One that gave him a sort of pale look once the light of the large surface reflected upon the tanned skin of the darkly-cloaked Synyster. Within barely any time, Syn had made it into the presence of a huge expanse of forestry. Not wanting to waste any time in getting to his destination, Syn thought to take to the trees and that would definitely shorten his distance.

Following a bulge in his legs that indicated his calf muscles being put to work, Syn jumped off of the ground and whilst being in midair through shuriken attached to ninja wire from his sleeves, something he always had prepared. Once the shuriken imbedded themselves into the hard bark of an oak Syn swung swiftly forward and under the branch, ripping off the shuriken with the momentum and performing the exact same stunt numerous times until he was out of the forest and into the clear. Once he landed on the hard ground, he whipped his shuriken back in hand and into his sleeves once more while following the hard, stony pathway towards the Hidden Hurricane country. Upon arrival, Syn rested at the front gates for a minute or two before being allowed into the foreign country. Aaaaah, Syn thought as he took in his alien surroundings, very refreshing. Maybe I can find a place to hang out here, maybe even a bar I’m sure there are lots of people to meet there.

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