Being A Vassal
May 18, 2011 10:26:29 GMT -8
Post by Tyro on May 18, 2011 10:26:29 GMT -8
He knew from the moment he took the mission that he would feel as though a vassal to the Hidden Leaf. Under the strict definition, he was indeed a vassal for the time being, even though his loyalty was stoically elsewhere. The paper within the confines of his being rubbed against his skin, reminding him of a chicken and her eggs. The information was vital. The mission was also vital. Though if it weren't for the bare fact that the Hidden Villages would work better for the Samurai, for the WORLD together, Akio would have denied being sent off as such. He hoped the Hokage had it not in mind to use him as such frequently. His services were not to be toyed with, he was not a messenger. The katana hanging on his left side reminded him of this, as did the secondary items bristling his insides and the Tracker on his right eye.
He expected a fight. He wasn't sure if it was due to the war that had only recently ended, or if his Samurai instincts just meant his senses were always on end. He studied the area around him before he entered. It was open. Very open in fact, the grass cut short offering no resistance against his shoes, the ground stable for running, and the sun in the sky offering light, but little heat. Trees were non existent where he was, at least not for one hundred meters away did the beginnings of a forest exist. This grassy expanse covered as far as his eye, and Tracker, could see, though he constantly swiveled his neck to his sides, anticipating and ambush out of the grass that offered no stealth.
His journey would not take long, the steps he took in stride and his powerful legs carried him across the plain at a steady but fast speed. Akio didn't even feel the effects, and doubted he would until his muscles would need to engage in combat. At least he was close. The land was already making less than noticeable changes into what he knew was the Land of Grass. He didn't know what it was referred to nowadays after the war, when this Land had been ravaged beyond compare, but he knew it signified he was getting close to Earth Country.
[moving not needed. Entering the No-Mans-Land of former Kusa]
He expected a fight. He wasn't sure if it was due to the war that had only recently ended, or if his Samurai instincts just meant his senses were always on end. He studied the area around him before he entered. It was open. Very open in fact, the grass cut short offering no resistance against his shoes, the ground stable for running, and the sun in the sky offering light, but little heat. Trees were non existent where he was, at least not for one hundred meters away did the beginnings of a forest exist. This grassy expanse covered as far as his eye, and Tracker, could see, though he constantly swiveled his neck to his sides, anticipating and ambush out of the grass that offered no stealth.
His journey would not take long, the steps he took in stride and his powerful legs carried him across the plain at a steady but fast speed. Akio didn't even feel the effects, and doubted he would until his muscles would need to engage in combat. At least he was close. The land was already making less than noticeable changes into what he knew was the Land of Grass. He didn't know what it was referred to nowadays after the war, when this Land had been ravaged beyond compare, but he knew it signified he was getting close to Earth Country.
[moving not needed. Entering the No-Mans-Land of former Kusa]
