His eyes snapped open and he quickly surveyed the area, covering the four bases the anbu had drilled into his head; where, who, why, and how. Konohona outskirts. Alone. Mission. Free will. Having gotten that step out of the way, he relaxed, allowing himself to truly look around. His gaze took in the area from his curled position in the cavern. The sky had begun to lighten, but the birds had not yet begun to chirp. Either it's around five in the morning, or something has scared them into silence... He pushed himself to his feet, guiding himself out of the cavern by placing a hand on the rock. His sharingan slowly bled out of his pupils, turning his eyes crimson. When traveling alone, it's safer to assume the worst. Following that theme, he brought his hand to his katana, the blade seen only for the split second it took for him to pull it into the sleeve of his cloak.
He closed his eyes, searching for chakra signals. There was a large mass of them in Konhona, that much he knew for certain. Beyond that, he could not feel any strays.
His guard never lowered, however. He was too close to the village, in his perspective, though he was much closer to Port City than to Konohona. He was a wanted criminal everywhere, but even more so in the Land of Fire, and he couldn't allow any room for error. His senses remained on high alert as he took a seat on the dew-sprinkled grass, crossing his legs and placing his pack in front of him. After digging out a thermos of tea, he watched the sky gradually lighten, turning from purple to blue, then from blue to orange. After the sun had made sizable progress, he capped the thermos, having taken a few sips, and returned it to the bag.
He checked his surroundings in detail once more before addressing the next checkpoint. The sun had risen to the point of being able to illuminate the clearing, and thus he took out the hard copy of the map he had previously kept in his head. I'm here.. His eyes rested on the place, refusing to give any idea of where he was going to the forest by pointing. He carved out the path with his eyes. ...By the end of the day, I should be settled inside Kirigakure, and have a plan for getting the information...
His eyes closed again, quelling the burning he felt after not getting enough sleep for a few moments. ...Time to get moving.
The Uchiha picked up his bag and stood, swinging it over his shoulder with his left hand, keeping his right firmly gripping his sword. He glanced at the sky again, feeling a slight breeze pass through, ruffling his cloak....What will the wind bring me this time...?