Arid desert air seemed to pull the moisture out of his body. The thick, black robe baked his skin like an oven, though it was better than being bare in the harsh sun. Yet there was a beauty in the brutal desert, among the villagers who lived their lives in such a relaxed manner at their home, The buildings in the hidden Sand village reminded him of Konoha, and after so much time on the run, he relished the chance to walk freely, despite the looks he got.
The distinct cloud pattern of Itachi's robe was attracting the attention of the villagers. He could feel their eyes, always on him, one who would dare wear the same clothing as the one who kidnapped their beloved Kage.
Stepping into a small building, Itachi ordered tea to drink while he waited. Slipping by the grunts who monitered the entrance eliminated any unnecessary delays in his mission. Wearing his Akatsuki cloak would eventually attract attention of higher-ups, who would probably confront him shortly. Then he could see the Kazekage.
The distinct cloud pattern of Itachi's robe was attracting the attention of the villagers. He could feel their eyes, always on him, one who would dare wear the same clothing as the one who kidnapped their beloved Kage.
Stepping into a small building, Itachi ordered tea to drink while he waited. Slipping by the grunts who monitered the entrance eliminated any unnecessary delays in his mission. Wearing his Akatsuki cloak would eventually attract attention of higher-ups, who would probably confront him shortly. Then he could see the Kazekage.