Raijin's Blessing [p - faust/haru]

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BLESSINGS FROM AN ANCIENT LIGHTNING!
♔ Training with the Raikage

This is the place he had chosen for them to see it. Looking ahead his vision would be encapsulated with the landscape the Raikage had chosen for his shinobi to train under the Blessing of the Blot. Upon the rocky mountain side, within the walls of Kumogakure, resided an area only known to few. The path that Eiichiro walked led him to this area, a discrete highland location which had a view over the village. Nearly seventy meters in total the highland section of the rocky pass was mainly flat with small grasses and pine trees littering the edges closest to the mountain. This elevated mountainous plateau would serve as their training grounds, with shelter from the sweeping cold winds and a clear view of the sky above. It was a microcosm of Kaminari's beauty.

Each step he took could clearly be heard as the area was as silent as a pin-drop, only the slight 'patter' of rain would be heard. Oh, and of course, the occasional roaring of thunder and lightning in the sky above. As Eiichiro looked up for the light drizzle to meet his face - he would see deep grey clouds dominating the sky above fueling the loud rumbles and crackles. Seems as though Raijin will be present for today's proceedings.. Eiichiro reflected as he made his way to the clearing. Heavy over his shoulder and bound by a thick leather strap was a large scroll. Not apart of his usual attire, it was where the sealed blessing was kept. Taken from the treasury a restricted area exclusively to the Raikage, it would be the first time the scroll had seen the daylight in years. Heavily protected, it was only allowed to be in the care of the Raikage himself if it ever is to leave.

He had been here before, shown personally by the Nidaime Raikage Atlas-sama. He had always treasured this location for his beauty and close proximity to the clear sky. He had asked his assistant to send letters giving directions which would lead the two shinobi to meet him here. Continuing forward, he would pull the large (s-rank sized) scroll off of his shoulder resting it against the cold stone of a well which dwelled underneath the pine trees closest to the mountain. Raijin, the God of Thunder and Lightning, would be present for the awakening of the tome. Its omni-present power evident in the sky above as the clouds in the sky constantly swirled and moved. He would patiently wait for his guests to arrive as he began to pull up a wooden bucket on a pulley system. Cupping water in his hands he would drink before splashing his face with water.

As times darken in the world Kumo has to be ready for its bolt to brighten the road and lead a way..

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[STYLE=border-left: 5px solid #f4f4f4; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]The faint thudding sound of thin, misty rain hitting the ground would be a soothing, welcomed noise, and one in which the youth had grown accustomed to during his year within Kumo. He’d listen peacefully as he made his way through the substantially sized village, nodding to the occasional passerby while concurrently pondering on the day’s approaching events. Only yesterday, the Genin had received a letter from the newly appointed Raikage himself, giving directions to a secret location in aim to meet with the boy. The extraordinary occurrence had come as a surprise, seeing that he’d been unaware of the fact that the kage actually knew who he was. While it had left the Hyūga boy in shock, through reflection he’d come to terms with it all, understanding as well how the village’s new leader had learned of him. The tranquil ninja’s first b-ranked mission had been completed only days previous to the letter, successfully fulfilled alongside a fellow cloud shinobi by the name of Eiichiro Munashi. Following their battle versus a forty-meter snake, Haru’s partner had spoke on mentioning his name and feats to the new Raikage; honestly, the boy had taken it more so as friendly prattle than anything else, not necessarily expecting anything serious to come from the kind words. Obviously, his assumption had been wrong, and the Chūnin had, in truth, voiced Haru's skill in presence of the Raikage. He’d be sure to thank him for it when they next met, now averting his mind toward more current happenings, as he’d arrive at the secluded destination within a minutes time. His pale eyes would study the picturesque setting whilst entering the seventy-meter expanse, beginning to grow curious in regards to the new Raikage’s appearance, wondering if he’d ever seen him within the village before. It would be several seconds before his gaze would eventually fall upon a golden-haired man, whom, upon further inspection, he’d identify as Eiichiro. It was understandable, and only right that the two would meet the Raikage together, he guessed, now making his way over toward the shinobi. The celestial Hyūga would be seen wearing his usual attire; donned in a black, hooded overcoat, a white, collared, long-sleeved shirt worn under it, along with skinny, black pants leading down to ankle-cut, black nin-sandals. His customary, shark-tooth drop earrings would adorn either of his two ears, a steel ring emblazoned with the kanji 宗家 (Soke, Main House) worn on his left ring-finger, while a miniature version of the Kumo hitai-ate would be fastened around his wrist. Having learned his lesson on precaution long ago, his elegant rapier and main gauche would be plainly visible, both sheathed at the side of his waste, while his remaining tools would be hidden within their usual spots. This could have just as well been a set up of some sort, plotted by those who’d wanted to steal his treasured Kekkai Genkai from him. Fortunately, it wasn’t; he’d converge upon ‘kumo’s amber spirit’ with friendly words, however bearing an impassive expression accompanied with a matching tone. “thanks again, i honestly wasn't expecting this... heh.. so, we’re meeting the Raikage together then?”[/style]

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OOC: Crap guys, sorry for the late post, but let’s get it on!

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The sudden summoning on the Raikage’s behalf for my personal presence came a bit sooner than I expected from my recent return, but then again, I had not wasted any time in being effective and letting everyone know about it. Just recently I undertook a string of difficult missions, completing them successfully and in the process, reminding the leadership of Kumogakure the value behind my presence. And in the process, with the more trust I gained, the easier my plans will be to carry out. It was reason enough to force a devilish grin across my face, though for now, as I entered the scene, I remained stoic and at peace. Others were already present, meaning we’d waste little time with banter.

“…”

I had come here for knowledge, you see, the Raikage wishing to bless me into his inner circle and teach me the ways behind Kumo’s secrets. While I wielded the power of Raiton with impressive exactitude, there was always much more I could absorb, and legend told of the skill behind Cloud’s secrets, as well as the fame their user’s have adopted. As I approached the ten meter mark of the two figures before me, I’d let one relaxed arm, dangling at my side, raise to show my greeting.

“Apologies for my tardiness, gentlemen; I was delayed in forced recuperation at the clinic…”

My signature crimson armor would not be donned on this particular occasion, as my recent stay at the hospital had me wearing light threads with easy access to the wiring and tubes my battered body required. I had returned from my missions slightly injured, you see, and while my victims were eradicated from this earth in a scarily impressive fashion, my body took a serious toll; finally, however, I was free. Now, with but a pair of board shirts, ivory with a trail of blue, and some sandals, I bowed to both. I was covered in bandages and some of the pain killers still swam within my insides, but it did not matter; it was time to begin.

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