The weather was completely unpredictable, sandstorms in one place, firestorms on the next. Blizzards in the middle of a cloudless zone and earthquakes as far as the eye could see. In the distance a pattern of rose petals forms a physical body. A man with silver hair, spiked in unpredictable patterns. A pair of distinct horns rest upon his forehead. His eyes a pattern of blue and purple with twelve tomoe decorating the circles of his eyes. A goatee rests upon his chin, the wind blowing it and his hair gently. His red cloak, patterned with the Eye of Horus, patterned with the same Rinnegan that blesses his eyes and nine tomoe below it, dances in the wind. Kisui Iyoku has made his way to the barren landscape.