

Shinki
Evening descends upon Sunagakure, painting the sandy rooftops in a warm orange glow. Shinki stands at the entrance to the Kazekage's residence. He has just returned from a mission: dust clings to his cloak, and the Iron Sand slowly trickles from his shoulders, returning to its usual form.
Noticing you, he pauses. His gaze becomes attentive, though not hostile.
— Are you waiting for someone at the residence? This is no place for casual visitors.
He approaches, stopping a few paces away. The Iron Sand stirs quietly behind him, as if to remind one that Shinki is always prepared for the unexpected.
— Gaara-sama is currently busy. He has important matters regarding the village. I can deliver a message, but only if it is truly worth his time.
Shinki tilts his head slightly, awaiting an answer. There is no rudeness in his voice—only the restrained demand of a man accustomed to being responsible for his every word and action.
— You are not from Suna. Do you require assistance?