maito lee had been accustomed to recieving confused looks. this time it’s not about the bright green jumpsuit && orange leg warmers, though, although certainly they had played their part in this strange scene making the jinchuriki stand out like a thorn in a mostly pale enviroment. NO. it’s the fact that he wore no cloak, walked around opened toed as if he was still in the land of fire, the only thing akin to winter’s clothing he wore was a honey yellow scarf. though this was a keepsake of his beloved grandfather, something he’d still wear even in the land of wind’s torrid deserts. the fact that he is more than comfortable in this rigid enviroment, paired with the fact that if lee stayed in one spot for too long the snow && ice close to him began to melt, made him quite the talk.
the daimyo had been more than pleased to welcome konohagakure’s ambassador. the conversation went according to the village elder’s will. naturally lee was tasked to show FAKE IF NECESSARY genuine interest. ( faking was something lee needn’t do in this case ) though he was given a rather boisterously fancy room to stay in, the leaf’s tiger is already back on the streets. && this crass looking fella’?? a shinobi, most likely?? ❝ HELLO. ❞