Cool breezes flew in from the north, gracing the dark-skinned man's face as the boat traveled north. His rower, lighter than he in skin hue, continued using his oars to propel the small rowboat towards their destination, the Snow Country, above the Land of Lightning. One may wonder why the one man stood alone on the boat, without company. Obviously a Kumogakure shinobi, his goal was clear. A mission to the Snow, to capture something. But why was it that only he was undertaking the task, whatever it was? His rowboat docked, and the rower asked, "Are you sure you wished to be dropped off here?"