It was a particularly humid midnight in Konohagakure, as it should be considering it was the middle of summer. The Land of Fire was known for days like these. One boy sat at the littoral of a pond located on the forestry outskirts of Konoha, wiping his forehead of it's moist sweat that grazed it. It was a silent night too, the only sound being the occasional hoot of an owl or crickets softly chirping. So, if there was to be a sound, it would be fairly easy to hear. But... he came like the wind. He was just... there suddenly, His body was obscured by a black cloak with a red cloud inscribed on it's cloth, while his face was covered by an orange swirl mask with a singular hole acting as a peephole.

"Young child..." He uttered, his voice scratchy, teetering on the brink of man and boy. "What brings you out here this late at night?"