Welcome to Suna [Open]

It was a long boat ride. The family hated it, but Holeman, since a young age, had the ability to produce creations of Ranton, the combination of lightning and water; "Storm clouds" as he called them. The kid could create them sold enough to be ridden upon. The constant bobbing and weaving, the up and down; it wasn't something that affected Holeman at all really, seeing as he'd ridden one of his clouds almost all the way here.

The horizon ahead looked blazing hot. Closer, Holeman could see that they were getting closer to a desert, something he'd been used to since he was a baby. When the boat docked, the family was much relieved to be getting off of that rocking thing after so long. They all looked happy to be on solid ground again, yet Holeman looked like he always did - well, most of the time anyway - relaxed and cheery, even though he was technically blind.

A cloud creation took him up towards one of the highest buildings in Suna so he could stand upon it's roof. Suna looked bigger than Yokuchi did. He could see himself calling this place home. With a grin, he'd already began to pick up on some familiar faces through the use of his chakra radar....