Alas; Retirement
Mar 4, 2012 13:51:26 GMT -8
Post by —calamity on Mar 4, 2012 13:51:26 GMT -8
It was unusual for the skies to be so clear in a land where rain was an uncontested constant. For the superstitious, it was a bad omen; the dark clouds which filled the sky cast their heavy, devilish gaze on the Land of Water, and the weary hid in their homes.
Kou Takeda was not weary; he was not superstitious; unlike the lesser folk of the village, he felt obligated to bide his time as the stirring echoes of war grew more pronounced. He made his way towards the village coast, swinging effortlessly through the trees before coming to a patch of rocks overlooking the eastern shores of the country.
The Hitodama ventured into the forest of Mizu no Kuni; it was there that he would build shelter and wait. In the solace of nature, he would prepare himself for the war which seemed to so obviously loom on the horizon—it was here, that he would live in secrecy, until he was needed, not by this new Mizukage, not by some warhungry fiend, but by a cause with which he could truly relate.
