It had been eleven years since Suganuma Matajiro Suketomo had returned to his village. He had left a mere child with curiousity, and little understanding. He however returned as a man with a thirst for war, and an appettie for knowledge. The cloud burst released it's cold curse upon the world, but for Yukinin this was like average weather. They had a natural restistance to this nationwide blizard. Traveling for so long his eyes were heavy within the sleet of snow, but his heart was warm and joyous. He felt joviality as he began his slight past his old orphange. It had been over a decade sense he'd seen his two closest friends. He'd heard little from them since his voyages across the world, but maybe the Calm Before the Storm would get a chance to rest, if he made it back alive. He walked hill of snow that poured unto streets as the women, and children migrated home to hide from the bites of frost. Suganuma made his way up the frozen stair case, and knocked on the door of Yukikage.