It was a peaceful day. Out in the forests just outside of Konohagakure, the wind blew through the trees, carrying loose leaves with them as they breezed through the forest. The animals in the forest grazed upon nuts and berries that decorated the ground, gathering their fill for the day. In the center of the forest was a man, sitting comfortably upon a stump, a pencil and book in hand. His red robes blew gently in the wind, his hair following suit. His eyes stared intently at his book, writing down many things related to the fields of cosmology. Everything, from the theories of supernovas to planetary creation, were lined up in neatly written drawings and dialogue within the pages of his book. His name is Kisui Iyoku, and he has picked the forest as a quiet spot to write down some of his t