Akira walked through the mist covered streets of Kirigakure, sticking out in his red robes when compared to the sea of blue and grey around him. The people of the mist did seem to favor those dim colors associated with the cold, damp environment. It was around midday and the streets were crowded and bustling with activity. He moved through the crowd silently, ignoring the strange looks he received. He wanted to find a place away from all of the people. He was certainly not used to seeing so many people crammed into one spot. He made his way out into an area he immediately recognized. It would seem that no matter where you go, a training ground was easily recognizable. He looked about, seeing the stones, trees and a small river through the light fog that covered the area. This would be a great place to rest as he had just completed a very long journey. He would sit on one of the rocks and take a moment to meditate and catch his breath, gathering his thoughts.