This place.
It wasn't too much of a recognizable place for him, having grown up in two completely seperate environments; one of wind and sand, the other of mist and rain, something like this where the weather was completely calm without a single cloud in sight was just... peaceful.
Ryūnosuke, lying there in the grass just snoozing away like no tomorrow felt a certain kind of serenity within the area and himself. His most trusted friend, Yoshimitsu beside him just without a care in the world, being able to just do nothing but sleep the day away in this calm, but unknown land. It wasn't completely unknown, the small retreat where he could come to feel safe from the torments and tribulations of being a shinobi, especially one as demanding as that of the mist, widely known for their coarse amount of bloodshed.
But the puppeteer himself wasn't like that at all. Of course he was accepted into their kind, despite having come from the other side of the world, but he was grateful to them to take someone like him in. Abandoned by his own family, in search for something new; someone with a shred of acceptance.
It wasn't all fun and games being a shinobi of the mist, with the pact being made to fight for blood and not for the safety of the inhabitants. It was a curse, but something that was needed to balance out the life he had lived. Someone with such a harsh childhood could surely brave the wastelands covered in thick mist.
Thoughts flooding back to his mind from years back; he rubbed his right arm, there was a mark of the mist village permanently marked there. No going back, he was to serve this place for the rest of his career. Of course, being a man who traveled to many parts of the world has its benefits, but none so fitting as a place to call his home...
"It's been a wild ride, huh...?" Ryūnosuke muttered, nudging the arm of Yoshimitsu lightly, making sure not to break it's not-so-fragile frame. Yoshimitsu, a fine puppet crafted after the living embodiment of his Kiyoshi friend who also resided in the mist village, mostly residing like that of a samurai. While he wasn't seen too often, the puppet was considered his best friend. It was a weird habit to make friends with a doll, but it was all he had during the time.
While it was a nice time to be resting, it would have been nice to have something exciting happen.