His scarlet silken locks were ruffled by the mid-summer's breeze. His lofty stature and red tattoo gave him the appearance of an eerie assassin; when in fact it was the Kazekage of the Sand Village. He stood in front of the colossal insignia-inscribed wooden gates surrounded by forests and pirouetting leaves. His eyes wondered from one end of the doors to the other.
How does this work?
"Hey kid! Wanna help me lift these boxes through the gate?"
Gaara's head turned slowly to see a man of medium height and middle ag- "Yes, you! I ain't the Hokeage! I need help!"
Gaara walked slowly picking a box up and trudging into the town.
"Thanks a ton! What's your name son?"
"Gaara, Gaara of the Sand."