Farin walked wearily towards the gates of Konoha. The treaty that his father had negotiated with konoha had run its course, so they needed a new one or to renew the old one. he sighed. He never liked Konoha much, but the alliance was neccesary for his villiage. ...well, I suppose this had to happen sometimes... He walked towards the gate, closer now, and faster, aiming to go straight through, ignoring the gaurds. He grinned to himself. He may not like Konoha, but ignoring people gaurding the gate usually got a rise out of them, which was always amusing.