Kazuha sat at the edge of a cliff, listening to the sound of wind brushing against leaves, or to the branches shifting with the breeze.

He looked more casual, no longer wearing his known grey short-sleeved kimono and black haori coat.

He had a roll of bandage sat next to him, unwrapping the distraught one from his wrist. His skin was burnt beneath it, his face slightly grimacing at the scar tissue.

He turned as he heard the breeze change around your figure, smiling softly like he did any other time.

“I hope the breeze helped you on your way up. Good morning Traveler.”