The Legendary Demon of Chakra Meets Kirigakure

A figure is seen looking at the village gates, his eyes fix stated on the gray like color of the gates them selves. He seemed to be impressed let alone by the gate's size, he would lift up a hand as each would grasp onto a one of the metal rods of the gate. He presses his arms forward forcing the gates to open, but with chakra strength such as his, the gate would slam open against the rim of the stone like rock wall that holds the gate together. He looks at the gate slam, then with out second thought walks into the village hidden in the mist. He would put his left hand into the pocket of his white like ninja pants. His black hair seemed to sway every which way with the wind as he began to walk into the village. His height seemed to be five feet and nine inches, but it was hard to tell because of the way he dressed. As he walked in his white like outfit with a strange symbol on the back soon began to sway to the left, the ninja stared directly into town. He looked around as to see if anyone was going to try and attack this unexpected visitor. He soon grasps a kunai hidden within his pocket that his hand was in, the kunai lay hidden in his pocket until he was in need of it. The ninja looked up at the sky sighing, then a smirk lays upon his lips. As the hair sways out of what seemed like his eyes, his blue like faded eyes seem to look at the sky. "Hmm, so this is kirigakure, I was almost positive that this place was in hell under the control of rouge ninja, but then again my brief ninja history fails seeing how only I myself is twenty-five. I wonder if there is anyone here that will catch my entrance enough to recruit, and if not there is always the choice of death for this ninja no? Anyways I suppose I should wait for an attack or a meeting of some sort." He sighs and looks around as he stops in his track waiting for someone to show up.