Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28412345-20170717083307/@comment-26021384-20170718022610

At the gates would be an Aburame known as Bufo. He wore a bandana that hid his hair, tied back to show only the feintest of grey color. He clearly looked to be well aged. Even as shinobi got older, they had to continue doing missions, and Bufo was getting back into the fold after getting out of the hopistal for a blood clotting issue. He was taking plenty of blood thinners and the jounin was coughing into his fist from behind the high collar that hid everything but his sunglass covered eyes and the bridge of his nose. His jacket was lengthy, sleeves hanging off of his wrists and pants were camo colored reminiscent of the Kirigakure style with Konoha coloration.

As Bufo waited at the gates, he would look around at the cloud covered sky. It boded poorly for good weather. The forecast called for an overcast day, but the rain was getting ready to pour down on the citizens of Konohagakure.

At the Eastern gates, Bufo would be waiting for two genin who had signed up for this fine mission. And what a good mission to get back into the fold of things. A simple wolf extermination.

When the two arrived, Bufo would look at them and speak in a strained gravelly voice, "Ready yourselves, we have a long way to go.  We are traveling by foot and at a jovial pace. I can't run at full speed." He would look back to his rasied arm, an index finger sticking out, a butterfly resting on it while he spoke to it, using his clan's nature of insect communication to get information.

"I want to know about you two before we embark, speak now please." He said without looking at them, enamored with the Monarch Butterfly.