Kikyo Higurashii, Altair Denkou's Aid

Since the start of her new "group" called Akatsuki, Akane Kai had been scoping out different sceneries and villages. Today, it was the dry and heated Hidden Village of Sand. Why anyone decided to put a town in a desolate desert puzzled Akane to no end. But maybe this would be a good place for another base.. After all, the Land of Fangs would already seem suspicious to anyone. Should someone notice the giant boulder in front of a cave, The Red Clouds and The Red Leader would be ended. The Sand seemed like a good place to wait and build up power..

Either way, the woman with red hair and erinite eyes was walking on the relatively crowded streets of Sunagakure without her signature coat. Too hot for that. But at least she fit in without it. What with tan skin and red hair.. No odd looks were thrown her way as she calmly stepped on what seemed to be a main street. Little kids and shinobi in training ran around at random with bright smiles full of energy. Akane smiled back with seemingly kind eyes when they smiled at her. Even though the she was fake, at least she seemed sincere. Otherwise it would've just been awkward and her walking may not have seemed so casual.

As the female strode down the street, it seemed there was something going on in the distance. Trying to squint her eyes to see more clearly didn't work. The distance was just distorted because of the mirage from heat. To her luck though, it seemed to be getting closer. People were crouching down and spreading ? What was going on? Was there some sort of Deity walking past? Citizens in booths and little shops came out to see whatever spectacle was walking down the road. All the Kai did was observe and take mental notes.

Whatever it was approached slowly. Oh? It was a man. A really tall man. A very tall man. He looked to in his mid 30's and carried himself calmly. Akane Kai slowly back into an ally to observe this man as he walked past. The villagers bowed as if he was a God or something. Then it clicked in the mind of the Leader that he must've been the Kage for this village. Another chance like this won't come..

Akane simply stood in the ally, hiding. Taking in all of his features and the feel of his chakra.. This man seemed to be only about 34.. Yet he had a cane. And wore black on such a blistering day. Such pale skin, too. A different man, he was. He was passing very slowly. The head of Akatsuki did nothing but stare expressionlessly between two buildings, hoping no one would notice her as she stared at the Kazekage.