The wind may or may not have blown his cloak to the side as a lone figure walked through the gates of the Konoha village. Truth in told, he wasn't sure just how he got through Konoha's new customs and security. The village's tensions with the republic also made it a rather dangerous place to be, and he knew that not many travellers would come here. Which was why, in his view, now was the perfect time to come and drink tea before anyone else claimed the whole supply. 

As he walked through the streets of Konoha, probably catching a few stares from his sword, he thought back to recent events he had heard in the villages of sand in the mist when he had gone there. [i]Damnit old man...[/i] he thought to himself,, questioning his old Samurai leader, [i]What's the meaning of accepting the council in the land of iron? What happened to neutrality? [/i]