None Of Your Doing. [Finished]

[Tyro]

He wasn't in awe, but he had all reason to be. Thriving was the word for the village. Prosperous even, the more he took it in. The weather, bright and sunny gave the area a warm feeling, but not from the sun, from the people themselves. Citizens were smiling, buying from markets and talking ever so contently. Akio himself looked everywhere he could, turning his head slowly constantly. Ninja were moving with messages, their allegiance branded on their Konoha headbands.

It was foreign to Akio. The Land of Iron, home of the Samurai was run militarily. You woke up by your blade, were with the blade through the day, and slept by your blade. Menial tasks, like message delivery, were not typically reserved for Akio or any of the other clansmen. Here though, the ninja seemed happy to be on the move on a task without combat. In fact, EVERYONE seemed happy here. It was foreign. But it was also pleasant.


"Truly, the guards are well trained and respectful."

He was right. " The guards at Kirigakure denied me passage, quite rudely mind you, saying they had a situation. Either the guards are more lenient at Konoha as a whole, or something has changed."

Akio too kept his eyes open for wrongdoings, but found none. Konoha's crime and mischief on the surface, was very clean.

"I wonder if there's a shop around that offers sweet leaf."

"We'll have to look around, we don't know our way through these streets. Although I could use a good bowl of ramen."

He stated this while looking to the Hokage Tower. Large and imposing, the focal point of the village it was common knowledge that the Hokage would reside there, and that it served as the village hub. He had a small urge to see inside the building to take note of the architecture

[Tyro]

Akio didn't expect his request for ramen to be obliged to so quickly. He was grateful though, the smells from whatever district they were in were lovely. He could recognized a myriad of smells pounding against his senses. Ramen, dipping noodles, every kind of meat he could remember, and sauces titillated him. Nevermind the sight. Akio could literally see most forms of cooking he knew possible, the smoke from boiling and baking oozing out onto the street. Where they were must have been a trap set up for eating, he could almost feel it.

Which was why he was grateful when he comrade chose the closest ramen spot and sat down. Akio joined him, and was almost immediately greeted with a somewhat busty worker who leaned over to him and asked "What'll you have", that she must have been trained to do thousands of times a day. Akio hoped his face didn't belay how famished he was, that the lady had picked up on it. He made mental note to keep these facial expressions to a minimum, an enemy could definitely read his face is a civilian could.

"A large chicken ramen if you would."

The girls face winked at him...he thought. It very possibly could have been a facial spasm with the amount of coordination she exuded. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the hospitality regardless. Akio had ordered less than he hungered for in reality. Being brought up in the Samurai led to their curbing their hunger often a time, for training purposes of course. It had taught him not only to control his hunger, but also that he should not eat to his stomach's fullness. It slowed you down, made you sleepy and lethargic. The strain of hunger, when used modestly allowed one to stay alert.

As Akio waited he allowed his ears to wander along the small shop front. He was quite adept at listening to multiple things at once while looking unconcerned, and still pick apart the pieces of the important bit of conversation. With this skill, he heard both Yokata's conversation, cumbersome as it was for him Akio was sure. Reading was something he liked personally, but to be so enthusiastic over an author and what they had done seemed too close to worship.

At the same time Akio picked up on the conversation two of the village's shinobi were having "...and then they just came in from outta nowhere apparantly. Sweeping their blade everywhere, chakra cutters just ripped through everything. We got a lot to owe to them."

"Yeaaaa, I still dont like em. Foreign presence means foreign presence."

Akio would have wanted to hear more but his food had arrived. Just as ordered, and with even more delicacies than he had asked for. Extra peices of meat and tidbits of well placed accessories to bring out the look of the food. Then he looked to his partners food who came.

"Guess they like me more...?" he said playfully.

[GOAT[ ★ ]]

Iryuu walked nonchalantly down the streets of Konohagakure no Sato. The chunnin had recently completed a mission and had met with his newest Hokage, Kaname Yagari. He wasn’t too delighted with his election in consideration of the fact that this male had not even reached a rank superior to his. He felt pathetic knowing someone weaker than him had won such an honor. No matter, he needed to listen to authority, he had always been a loyal figure after all and disobeying orders had never been his forte. He chewed on a toothpick in mouth. Eyes staring at the bright sun with sunglasses reducing the pain on his optics.

His destination would be the ramen shop near the opening of the store, he had been told to request the presence of the two young samurai’s within the Hokage’s residence. Asking around, he had discovered that the two samurai’s had been eating within the parameters of the Ramen Shop. Surely they had better things to do then simply fool around in a store had they not. They had just saved this village from a serious disaster, he had expected them to go directly to meet their newly appointed Kage, maybe talk to him in detail of the events that had led to the war and not in such an enigmatic way. Finally, he spotted the store and easily entered in. Noticing the two warriors clad in an Samurai like outfit. He spoke up to the two guest.

“I presume you two are the samurai’s who just recently arrive within the village, are you not? I present myself as Uryuu Kaito, chunnin of Konohagakure no Sato.”

He asked curiously, a welcoming smile to the village was donated to the two swordsman.

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[Tyro]

Akio had been eating, focusing on the light noodles and soup. It was admittedly quite delicious, he hadn't a single complaint. Perhaps the food was what made him oblivious to the Chuunin's approach as he entered their area. Akio had in fact only made his way through about three mouthfuls before they were interrupted. He slurped his latest mouthful quickly before moving to address the Chuunin. He bowed in unison with Yokata, and allowed his clansmen to introduce himself first before he did.

"Akio Akira, of the Akira Family. First Lieutenant within the Samurai Clan"

He did'nt care to address his familie's significance, nor within what branch was he First Lieutenant. The Chuunin would likely not understand it anyway. Yokata asked what they were being called for, and Akio waited for the response.

[GOAT[ ★ ]]

He spoke. Keeping a fake smile plastered upon his face, the faster this conversation had been ended, the faster he could return to his comrades. He witnessed the two honorable swordsman bow down in respect and he mirrored their actions simply out of courtesy. One of the swordsman introduced himself, stating both name and rank. Truly, he did not comprehend the words he spoke, he wasn’t much of an informed man either, more of a closed minded one who lived within a box and had been satisfied living in this box for the past twenty years. Still, he nodded, confirming that he knew what the swordsman was talking about. Akio as the second swordsman was called spoke almost similarly to Yokata and once more, Iryuu nodded.

“Ah! I am rather glad you are offering your services to me, unfortunately, I’m skilled enough to take care of myself. The aid of Samurai’s is not required in my current situation.”

His tone defied his words. Disrespectful was what his words showed. Pleasant and kind was what his tone and facial expression designated.

“However, our Kage, chosen by your self-proclaimed authority seems to seek your presence, perhaps he needs your help to fend off our enemies once more, perhaps he has forgotten the number of veterans within this village still alive. There are many possibilities. But that is besides the point, the fact of the matter is, Kaname Yagari seeks you within his parameters, the Kage’s Residence and I am here to be your guide of sorts within this journey.”

He chose his words carefully and still, his tone and emotion disobeyed his speech.

“Shall we go?”

He questioned curiously but he truly had no intention of waiting for their acceptance. He turned his back on them and solely walked away from the shop and onwards towards the Kage’s Tower. Oh how he was unfitted of such an honor. He did not care if they followed him or not, should they chose to stay then he would simply tell his ‘leader’ that the Samurai’s did not care to meet him.

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[Tyro]

[Somebody had the muse there ]

Akio noticed the man's permanent smile as he looked to him. While the pleasantry was appreciated at first...the smile did not leave. It was beginning to become sarcastic. The same sensation from prolonged clapping within an audience. Akio picked up on some key word usage within the man's speech that gave off his tone. "number of veterans" "self proclaimed. Akio quickly got the notion that the man in front of him did not like their presence in the village. Akio though wasn't sure why exactly they were no longer welcome, but he did believe so.

Akio was beginning to get his suspicions when this man said they were requested by the Hokage. He imagined this was the most prominent figure of the Leaf. Imagined that not even many of his own shinobi managed to see him. He supposed he should be honored.

Of course, Akio did not agree nearly with the system in place. The Land of Iron had no Kage. No established permanent decision maker. Akio liked it like that, he had much more opinion in his ruling. He wouldn't discriminate though, his mouth was silent as Yokata spoke saying:

"Are you ready"

In truth he was not.In truth he would much rather send a letter to the Hokage and wish that he were safe and thank him for the hospitality and good ramen. But that would denote cowardice. He couldn't represent the Samurai as such. So he responded with a nod and:

"Yes, lets go."

He walked somewhat speedily as their escort had seemingly forgotten about them and forged ahead without their response. They made quick work of the distance, and Akio was sure to keep behind the shinobi, ready to strike should he need to, and at the same time watching their perimeter for threats. The walk was indeed leisurely. He was sure to make note of several landmarks within the village, enough to make a small mental map of their route and some scapes surrounding it.

Soon enough they were at the Towers perimeter. It was actually quite simple as far as what Akio thought they could do, but still quite boisterous. It was one of the largest monuments he had seen, especially meant for a single person. He was sure defensive parameters were set for their inconvenience. For now though he continued with Yokata and their escort.


[exit?]

[DAVID BOWE]

tyro;; thirty one
goat;; sixteen