The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
After that little incident with Ryusuke, Asato was going to leave the village and go on a journey. Yeah, he was basically a nuke ninja and he wouldn't really be allowed back in his village so now he was on his own. Maybe the village was looking for him? Or maybe not that many people found out about his antics since nothing really happened. However, he wanted to be safe so before he walked out into the streets he utilized the Magic Cloak of Invisibility technique to blend in with his surroundings.
Walking through the streets, they were surprisingly empty so he didn't have to worry about bumping into someone. As he approached the gates the guards were just standing there, they probably wouldn't notice him so he just continued walking through. Hoping his cloak of invisibility helped conceal him from the aloof guards. Trying his best to keep his footsteps silent, as well as holding his breath he moved past them and left the village for good.
It was a beautiful day indeed as the suns flames shed light upon everything within its scope, summoning a sheet of rustic light across Konohagakure. Its golden rays spilled upon its settlement, providing warm temperatures which had not been too hot, nor too cold. Within the midst of its beauty walked a lone entity, one who incessantly hid himself under the guise of a simple shinobi, Genryu, personal bodyguard to the hokage himself. Nevertheless, his quick second long strides carried him away from the gates, however, his steps were short lived as he cut himself off upon coming to acknowledge the presence of not one, but two foreign shinobi - interesting. His stark white hair swayed resplendently as he himself stopped but the assembly line of passing winds continued to pull away at his malleable feats.
("The hell?! why is she here, ")
Having arrived on the scene some time after introductions, his contemplative mind was hard at work, sifting through all the recesses of his mind, attempting to find any hint at who these people could have possible been, however, their faces failed to register, they were absolute strangers. Despite this, a single piece of attire caught his attention, a hat, one that hinted away at the woman's political position - the mizukage. His facial features -namely everything beneath his eyes- clandestinely hidd themselves beneath a thin, robust mask which only complimented his leaf engraved hitai-ate.
"You don't seem like the waiting type Mizukage, so I won't beat around the bush on this one. . .I'd like to know what you could possibly want with us?"
Though a wry smile peaked itself at the corners of his mouth, his mask prevented such feats to be discernible by the naked eye, especially from having stood 15 meters from these foreigners.
Last Edit: Oct 14, 2011 22:31:50 GMT -8 by Messatsu!
A day as affluent in life as it was in the luminous warmth which radiated from above. Splashing down with a blanketing veil that only complimented the chilled air, generating a rather temperate, tropical sensation that touched the skin slightly with a tinge of mild heat. Such was the climate of the village tucked within the bastion of impenetrable oak; claiming false feats was never a regularity of Konohagakure, and as such all rumors, tales, and fabled folklore would be proven true in regards to its appearance. Emerald green flourishing through the bastion of healthy brown as the pathway, a golden tan welcomed all visitors and natives alike to the majestic fortification which blockaded all outside intrusion.
Citizens roamed the streets, navigated the avenues, and fluently strolled down the boulevards without vacillation; continuing with the lifestyle that had made the Hidden Leaf such a favorable location to call their home. However it seemed the intrigue didn’t reside within the walls that shielded the interior from the dejection of the world around, but seemingly just outside the gates was where one important member of the Hidden Leaf Community was expected to be at. Message roamed hurriedly, infecting all like a severe virus of the most callous and deadly sort, and the news of the Lady’s arrival hadn’t met deaf ears. The focal point of all political endeavors recently exited, the man in question promptly made his way towards the Gates.
(“Guess I’m needed,”) The Gates opened slightly. The guards shifted and bowed.
“Welcome lord Hokage-sama,”
Through the slit in the massive gateway, a the visage of a silhouette entered into the scenery, and after a series of short, gradual strides, a young man, no older then the woman who claimed the title of Mizukage rested a mere behind the white-haired Shinobi. “Welcome to Konohagakure, Lady Mizukage,” A reverential bow ensuing, strands of vibrant scarlet fell over his shoulders. Standing upright punctually afterwards, his appearance became visible; a navy blue kosode and white hakuma. Hair pulled back neatly into a ponytail—the end of his hair reaching just ot his middle back. Eyes, almond and captivating displaying a hue of luminous purple and a smile as charming as it wanted to be. The Hokage had arrived; Uchiha Ryūsuke was now present. Peering forward, he looked over the shoulder of his relative counterpart and glared at the two who rested to the forefront.
The seconds ticked by slowly, leaving the Mizukage tapping her foot until she was greeted by what seemed to be a genin. She'd raise and eyebrow as he had to guile to talk to her over a distance, but he'd even go so far as to question her. It was obvious she wouldn't respond to such insolence, she'd simply leave the trash where it was. Masumi's disposition would remain docile, her composure easily and skillfully held intact. 'how crude...' Thinking that the guards than bowed respectively to their Hokage, a silent sigh of relief was released for her lips, finally he had arrived.
"Seems manners in Konohagakure are scarce. I am neither obligated to answer you, nor do I intend to. The lower echelon should stay out of the elite's affairs."
She'd only offer him but those few words of solace, her tone, her visage, her very presence exuded haughtiness. Walking to the forefronts of the gate, she'd stand roughly four yards away from the entrance, her hands still trapped within the mouths of her sleeves that were held in front of her haplessly. He'd bow and the Mizukage would offer a slight nod of her head, her emerald gems transifxed upon the red head. 'so this is the Hokage?' He looked humbled, calm, the dexterous type. It wasn't the type of man Masumi liked but their were all kinds of people.
"You don't plan on leaving me to stand out here do you? It was a long journey from Kirigakure."
Playfully speaking she allow a slight giggle to escape her before she got serious, her expression changing in a flash, If one simply blinked they'd have missed it completely. It was time to get to business, the true reason why she came here.
"I wish for an audience with you. The rest will be discussed in a more private location."
Though the feline-mask obscuring Kouketsu's face revealed nothing about the disposition behind it, if it did, his demeanor of indifference wouldn't have changed. Not when the random ninja suddenly appeared and questioned them, nor when their leader - who was young enough to be his son - appeared shortly after. It all reminded him of the fateful night the late Mizukage-candidate decided to enter the House of Spades and run his mouth like he actually had the power to back up his claims. If it wasn't clear before, it had become painfully so then: the world of the shinobi was crumbling, and children were taking hold upon positions meant for adults.
Regardless, he saw no reason to shield the Mizukage as the white-haired boy had done to the Hokage (initially not of his own accord). The tall, lanky white-robed ANBU merely held his ground a foot behind the Mizukage, keepin' the space even she moved forward to the gates.
Once the auideince was granted, the kage bunshin would simply poof. The drone didn't need any protection within the village.
"The Mizukage stood before Genryu, emitting a pseudo-professional air that hung aimlessly above her like soft, melting clouds. Her face, her entire appearance presented itself as nothing more than a creation of war attempting to pitiably look sophisticated, and truth be told, Genryu nearly fell into the visual trap that was the mizukage however, reality rushed onto him as her words spilled recklessly form her mouth. Funnily enough he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, trying to confirm whether or not that was a adamsapple wavering within her-its throat. There was not a single word that got to him, all of it went unheeded, effortlessly falling upon deaf ears as Ryusuke finally decided to show up, peacefully announcing himself.
With his senses wide open, his gaze continued to remain at his forefronts as footfalls approached Genryu, he knew not who it was initially, however, his identity soon became clear the moment his voice cruised through the air with a insurmountable tier of swag.
Last Edit: Oct 15, 2011 0:27:24 GMT -8 by Messatsu!
It seemed as much as she spoke ill of the courtesies of Konohagakure no sato, the quintessence of a Kirigakure Shinobi showed little respect. Approaching a land not only foreign to her, but speaking in such a haughty manner, it almost appeared as if she pictured herself as the superior. Assumptions nonetheless were opinionated and she was entitled to such—her opinions. Smiling as the woman made her advanced, the Uchiha took a moment to step from behind his uncle and make his full emergence known. So she wanted an audience, and while it was rather anomalous for the 3rd instilment of such a private conference, it was nice to know that the Hidden Leaf had gained more traffic than usual.
“We’ll talk further in my office, Lady Mizukage,” And with that, their escapade into the Hidden Leaf would begin.
However, something had caught the trained tangential of the scarlet-haired Shinobi. The man who stood to her side, which he could only identify as her bodyguard of sorts. His composure was calm, and mightily passive to the world around him—a true testament to that of an Anbu as signified by sallow feline-esque porcelain which so tactfully shrouded the man’s face from the general populace. Turning around, yet still incisively conscious of what and who surrounded his perimeter, the Hokage gradually made his way back into his village. “Please, follow me,” A voice, mature, and calm echoed with an unperturbed quality as the Uchiha called for his guests to follow behind. Upon their entrance, the colossal doors of earthly amalgamations would be sealed once more with an audible thump.
After days of travel, contentedly searching for the opulent gates of Iwagakure, his mission was nothing short of successful, having marked the location upon his map. Having returned to his own home, a feeling of rejuvenation rushed through every inch of his body, almost as Hi no kuni itself warmly embraced his soul as a reward for his return. Quick strides carried him into the gates, its guards taking not even a second to check Genryu's credentials, leaving him cleared for passage. As the gates opened, they emitted a heavenly light that only Konohagakure could beckon, it was truly magnificent.
Like a lost soul crossing onto the threshold if 'heaven', he stepped into the light, fading from view once the gates sealed shut from behind.
Last Edit: Oct 18, 2011 5:25:00 GMT -8 by Messatsu!
Before making his leave, the Hokage was informed that someone of interest had asked for a loan to further his training. Reluncant at first, this same person was the student of his uncle, and as such trustworthy. Leaving 30,000 ryo with his receptionist, the Hokage marched on, ready to begin his journey to Tetsu no kuni.
It was a pretty long walk, especially in the nude, but I'd managed to make it home. The guards were almost petrified by the sight of my naked body, and hastily got me a cloak to cover myself. I think what shocked them the most was how proud of myself I was, though.
Post by bladesondeck on Nov 3, 2011 18:48:48 GMT -8
Aray's long journey came to an end. He stared at the golden gates of paradise as his dreams finally came true, he reached the gates. He shuffled on, listening to his own footsteps as they close the dark chapter in his life, echoing in and fading out, he drudged on dragging his feet closer and closer to the gates. The weight of the Konohagakure's Elite Guards stares rained down on him with the follow up of nasty remarks.
A mighty bellow escaped the little Hyuuga "I AM ARAY, I WISH TO BECOME APART OF THIS VILLAGE, I HAVE TRAVELED A GREAT DISTANCE..." His voice now descended to indoor volume. "I understand protocal here, and i wish to become a part of Kono, I have severed my ties with dirty little Iwa and their disgusting new Kage. If I become one with this village, the only way I'll leave is by death..."