~ Tell me now what you need, I might be falling deep.

It was always impressive how human influence could pervert something so beautiful, so pure. The grassy expanse to the west of Amegakure stretched far beyond the capabilities of the naked eye, fauna, and flora vividly accenting the terrain with various colors and shapes. Mother Nature was many things, an artist better than any the world had ever known chief among them.

And yet all he could see was gray.

In his eyes, this wasn't a sprawling patch of life, but a target. Tucked away far away from any other village in the annex laid Ishigakure, treated as little more than a bastard of Amegakure. The value of Ishigakure seemed insignificant to the usurpers, serving as an outpost for the overflow of shinobi and prisoners they had amassed. Far away from the frontlines of any conflict, the defenses here were much less than that of other strategic points. It was a reasonable tactic, with the other various threats and matters they were likely pressed with, those resources were better served elsewhere.

The goal of the day was simple, gather intel on the routines and personnel stationed at the minor village. Nestled away in a forest of trees fifty or so meters from the western wall of Ishigakure, he'd scout out any and everything he could from the unsuspecting Ishi-Nin. His eyes would seat themselves comfortably within a pair of binoculars, absorbing and memorizing every bit of visual data they could, storing it all to be recorded in his notebook. An hour or so had already passed and his reconnaissance of the current patrol had nearly completed.

"No entrance. Two ninja man the guard towers. Neither seems to hold any sensory abilities, though they may have them stationed deeper within. Makes sense, this side of the outpost is the furthest from civilization, attacks from here are much less likely. Most of the forces are concentrated at the front entrance. Typical."