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Located in the Wind Country, the Hidden Sand Village is one of the top 5 greatest Shinobi countries. Being one of the 5 great countries, this village is ruled by a kage, namely the Kazekage.
The land within this country is heavily desert and barren of life yet somehow it's inhabitants manage to thrive.

Kenta yawned as he walked through the desert that he called his home. Really things here were much more boring than he would have liked. It was the desert, and really he had always been hoping that a legion of zombies would rise out of the sand so that he could go out and knock them all dead to show everyone how great he really was. So far this hadn't happened. In fact he had been trained by the one eyed ninja to look for people who used powers that were not ordinary and take them down, but really the most un-ordinary power that he had seen had been things that the older ninja had done to him over the years, or the fact that in all of the time that he had known the man he hadn't seemed to have aged a single day. He had to face it, everything that he was ever going to see in this lifetime was going to be completely ordinary, and he was likely the only person who could change that. He wondered briefly if people would likely to hunt him down as a monster if he was the one that called upon a legion of undead horrors...

He brought his canteen filled hand up tipping it back so that the cool refreshing water could spill out of the open nozzle and into his parched mouth. Again he was beginning to doubt that it had been a good choice to wander around out here under the baking sun in his dark clothes, but really he didn't have all that much choice. There were those fancy robes that the one eyed dragon had left him with the big blue clouds, but they were just as dark as what he was wearing now and he'd still cook just as fast. He pulled out a small notebook and made a note to spend some time on a personal climate control technique. That would be dope. He imagined himself walking around in some frozen tundra without a shirt and how all of the people there would think that he had to be extra tough to be able to deal with those kinds of temperatures and not even shiver at the cold. Yeah, that would be cool.

It had joined a rather long list of interesting things that he hadn't actually had the time to sit down to do yet. It wasn't like any of them were actually impossible for him. He had been told for his entire lifetime that with his special body and the special enhancements that he had gotten from his sensei that anything was possible, even unlocking the power of a bloodline. All you had to do was try really hard.

Of course, Kenta didn't actually have any desire to unlock the power of a bloodline. That was stupid. Too many people had them already, and really, if he had one people would look at him and go 'Oh, there goes that kid. He's from THAT bloodline'. That was the opposite of productive. He wanted people to look at HIM. He was on center stage, and he wasn't going to be lumped into some group so that they could take all of the credit for his hard work. He was on stage. HIM. Not the Hyuugas or the Uchihas. It was just Kenta, the Kazekage who was this totally cool, and then everyone would know his name and how awesome he was. That would be sweet.

Kenta had made it to the top of a sand dune just in time to hear the tail end of what the strange man had been saying. Something bout thirty odd years and how someone was still running away from him...that meant that this man...was definitely some old guy. Freaky. What would some geezer be doing wandering around the desert...unless.

Kenta's hand shot out suddenly, pointing directly at the man, "ZOMBIE!!!" Yes! This was awesome. This was his chance to show everyone that he was wicked cool! Sure this was only one zombie instead of a legion of zombies but that was alright, he'd still be accepted as awesome if he killed a zombie...but who would believe that he had killed a zombie? He hadn't brought anyone with him. No one was going to be able to witness his great triumph over this member of the ranks of the living dead. He...he needed to go get someone. He needed someone to be around to watch how awesome he was, and see him as he dispatched this foul beast from beyond the grave!

His finger continued to point directly at the mysterious man who had shown up before him, "Ninja zombie!...who is also possibly a pirate!" He blinked for a moment and then brought his hand back to in front of his face, looking at the palm of his hand and then seeming to try and count something on his fingers, or possibly trying to figure something out in his head, "Wait...why would the only be one..." His hand shot back out again, "YOU'RE A SCOUT!!!" He moved quickly, pulling out his notepad and flipping through several pages muttering the word scout to himself over and over again before stopping at one page and pointing at the page, "It says here that I should pretend to ignore you for as long as it is convenient to do so, so that scouts aren't sent back in greater numbers to find out what happened to the first scout." He flipped his book closed and then looked back to the man who was standing before him for a moment and then blinked before turning ninety degrees and starting to walk.

Kenta spun suddenly and when he was facing the purple haired man again he was holding a slim and blunt object in his hand, an ebony black to its features. It was the shape similar to a letter 'L'. He looked down at it at the purple haired man that he was pointing it at. His eyes flashed for a moment before he spoke in a slight growl, "Don't talk down to me, grandpa." His eyes kept their dangerous quality, "And don't you be calling anyone a 'fairy' when you've got gay a** purple hair like that." It seemed unclear whether or not he was actually ready to fire. He brought his free hand up and snapped his fingers and in his hand was a small white colored brick, a long black wire that coiled around nothing and came up to the back of his neck, a large set of headphones sitting around his neck. A dull noise of heavy metal came out of the music, playing out loud enough that he could hear it, but would be dull enough that the man likely wouldn't be able to make it out.

"Now, I don't care if you are a zombie, or a pirate, or anything else..." He smiled softly as he looked at the man for a long moment.

He narrowed his eyes spinning the weapon that he had drawn for a moment before slipping the small white brick into his pocket and then in a flash his hand that was now free had come up, holding a weapon that appeared to be the exact same as the one that he was already holding, only this one was an ivory white color. He smirked softly as he looked at the man over the top of his devil slayers, "Whatever you say, you old homo. Shouldn't you be sitting on a front porch somewhere yelling at kids on your lawn?" His smile remained on his lips as he looked at the man, "I know you aren't a member of my country. We don't have any purple haired pansies in wind, especially not any who carry around a devil slayer."

He smirked at the mention that he'd give up the position of the hidden village. As if. The only way he was going to give that up was if he was going there with this old fart so everyone could watch him school his a** and send him back to wherever he had come from with his tail between his legs. Besides, it wasn't like just anyone was allowed into the sand village. Only awesome people were allowed to hang out there.

At the mention of a plan to kill the Kazekage his eyebrows had gone up a little bit. So this man had shown up to kill him and he didn't even know well enough to know that he was the Kazekage. b***h. He narrowed his eyes now that the shock had settled, "Yeah, so old that you don't buy green bananas because you don't know if you'll still be around for when their ripe." A pair of clicks came from the devil slayers as he stared down the man, "Now I have to admit that I'm a little bit interested in anyone who walks up to me and has the incredible testicular fortitude to tell me that they want to kill the Kazekage, but I think you're going senile if you think it's going to be that easy, old man."

He smirked softly, "Typical closet case homosexual, not comfortable with his own sexuality so he projects onto others." He chuckled softly, "You sure you know how to use that thing old man? I know you older people aren't so good with complicated technology. Maybe I should get you a pointed stick, remind you of the old days when you used to hunt dinosaurs." His lips were still a soft smile. He wasn't sure that he could get off the first shot, but he was pretty sure that it wouldn't matter. With him having wandered off from the village on his own, it wasn't going to be long before someone noticed he was gone, and then the cavalry would come rushing over that hill to help him. They'd probably arrive just in time to see him bury one of the pins from his devil slayers in this guys appendix.