Opportunities such as taking on a dragon was rare to begin with, and normally Rin wouldn’t be so eager if this thing wasn’t so close to home than he likes. His steps light on the set of stairs as he was garbed in a leather vest with a black long sleeved shirt underneath the vest. The newly mesh shirt of titanium making not a sound under his shirt. From his wrist to covering his forearm is a set of steel arm guards that holds intricate fuuinjutsu markings. And finally a pair of leather shin guards that holds his grey wool pant sleeves. A holster strapped on each thigh that holds a kunai each and wrapped around his waist is his belt where his hip pouch of tools hangs on his left side.
Rin would greet the guards with a nod of acknowledgement as he walked past them. Assuming the Hokage’s Office door is closed, Rin would give two solid knocks on the heavy door minding his own strength so it didn’t sound like someone was hitting the door with a battering ram. Then he will patiently wait to be addressed as his ears picked up on a conversation from a pair of passing guards. “...yeah apparently there is a dragon rampaging around the Land of Grass. Tore down a whole town from the sounds of it…” Rin pondered on if this was just a coincidence or maybe something happened for a dragon to just tear down civilization.
Rin would greet the guards with a nod of acknowledgement as he walked past them. Assuming the Hokage’s Office door is closed, Rin would give two solid knocks on the heavy door minding his own strength so it didn’t sound like someone was hitting the door with a battering ram. Then he will patiently wait to be addressed as his ears picked up on a conversation from a pair of passing guards. “...yeah apparently there is a dragon rampaging around the Land of Grass. Tore down a whole town from the sounds of it…” Rin pondered on if this was just a coincidence or maybe something happened for a dragon to just tear down civilization.