There was no sound in the Guardian's lookout, or rather, what was left of it. Only the occasional soft whistling of the breeze gently blowing throughout the surrounding area, coupled with the soft rustling leaves of vegetation make any sort of sound. The blue sky was mostly clear, save for the occasional white speck of cloud, floating slowly across the heavens, adding to the almost utopian peace that filled this deserted, ruined place.
"And so I return...from being gone for so long..."
With his hair moving softly in the breeze, the spiky-haired stranger stepped forward a couple of paces, having suddenly appeared at the lookout's entrance at the top. As he stood there, the strangers brown-coloured hooded cloak could be hear rustling softly in the breeze. Looking up at the building with the deep blue eyes on his somewhat hard-looking and stubbled face, the stranger's blue monkey-like tail gently flicked from side to side, almost feline-like in it's movements as the look of shock became apparent.
As the cloak was blown slighty to the side, a white gi could be seen underneath, accompanied by a red undershirt, belt, boots and fingerless gloves, as well as revealing a section of longer hair on the back of his head which was tied back into a ponytail. The outfit the stranger wore looked very worn. It was clear that the blue tailed stranger had possessed this outfit for a very long time.
For so long he had been away, training himself in the barren, uninhabited areas of this world, pushing his body and mind to the very limits as he willed himself to stronger...to become faster...to become better...
"I wonder how much things have changed in the world..." the stranger said softly to himself, although he was pure disbelief at what he saw. "But...what happend here...?"