Zen Tankou walked up a few floors of Sunagakure's Administration Building until he reached the hall of where the Kazekage's office would be. He appeared in his usual form. Giant musculature. Wild golden hair. A stern, rock-hard face. Quite tall too and he does not look like the average Sand resident or even the average shinobi. He seems as if he was from a whole other world. He looked a lot like a bodyguard or a henchmen of some sort. But his eyes, yes his eyes told different. His eyes were cool and merciless yet gentle at the same time. It reflected two decades of shinobi combat experience, where life had treated the man harsh. The old, forgotten scars and the covered-up wounds of the past were all in his eyes, the life and the eyes of a ninja. And of course his normal black military flak vest followed by black fingerless gloves and dark leggings was dressed upon him.
Zen knocked on the door of the office and opened it slightly. "Lord Kazekage?" called Zen, his hard and serious voice appealing and memorable to all that he has talken to. Finally, he opened the door all the way to confront Kazekage Genkou. Zen bent his knees and shifted his left leg back a feet as he lowered his body in a crouch position. His right hand touched the ground in a fist with his arm in a straight angle as his other arm draped over his front knee as his head lowered towards the Kazekage. The posture of shinobi respect to one's superiors. "Sir, I'm feeling a little bit hungry today. Do you have any missions you would like me to take off your hands? S-rank? A-rank? B-rank? Assassination? Sabotage? Espionage? Oh well it can be anything actually..." spoke Zen.