Judgement
Dec 24, 2012 13:08:51 GMT -8
Post by Akihiko on Dec 24, 2012 13:08:51 GMT -8
The hooded figure whom cast such hateful words towards his beloved cousin seemed to hit her harder than any other, and the kagehebi's attentive gaze quickly noticed her sudden change in expression. Without a doubt, this man held greater meaning to her than any of the other individuals amongst the village, and response derived from a place of anger. Anger in his betrayal, and anger that flourished from the support she had given, and the lack thereof she had received. While his own words, derived from a place of mistrust, at the same time he felt the pain in her eyes. As a leader, it is truly horrifying to bear witness to the disgust of your people, and furthermore the disgust of those you value more than anything. To keep face, was impressive, and Mugen could at least acknowledge her for that—it was more than apparant that she'd put great consideration into her words.
Although he felt the empathy of her words, his mistrust was persistant, as man who gave trust when earned. She had undoubtedly earned his trust, but he could not say the same for her lover. "Ah, but a ssstorm nonethelesss. And mistrussst hasss ssstemmed from your actionsss...do not use our foreseeable outrage as a scapegoat to the eventsss that await usss," he responded, speaking in a clear and calm tone that fell upon every ear. Perhaps she'd been blinded by her affection, but, while he doubted her decisions as a ruler: his loyalty to Kusagakure remained resolute. "While I doubt your decision, I have sssworn my loyalty to Kusssagkure, and will protect the village regardlesss of the box you've opened," Mugen explained, placing emphasis on the fact that his loyalty was sworn to people of Kusagakure, rather than its leader.
His intent, was no more than to ensure the safety of his village, and he had no intent of permitting the interference of politics. Should another strike out against their formidable walls, he'd stand along side these two monsters, and fight with cause. However, his thoughts were soon interupted by the presence of another atop the balcony, and all at once I felt the weight of aura. As explanations calmly fell from his lips, his confidence and intelligence seemed to soothe the crowd, enacting silence as he spoke. The symbolism of his act, disgarding armour into a pile well beneath the balcony, had meant that he'd easily forfeit his title for the wellbeing of his beloved. It was only now that he could see why his father, Minakami Shu, shared a friendship with this man. He was equally powerful, both in his presence and in his words, however, that was not enough to warrant the shinobi's loyalty.
"My father may trussst you, however, I must sssee the worth of your wordsss before I can ss'say the sssame. Only through your actionsss, will you clear our doubt, and I hope for the sssake of this village, that you are asss "changed" asss you claim to be," Isao mused, hinting at his true identity. But as a feeble Genin stood so easily to defend her kage, and express the disgust in her fellow shinobi, it clearly illustrated her naivety. To dwell in such fantasies was childish, and the reality of this is, that the world is a very cruel and unforgiving place. People change in a heart beat, and die before they truly live. She had completely ignored the facts, justifying her defense on the innocence of a child. But the truth of the matter is, that if the great shinobi villages deem Kouketsu a threat, there'd be no home or safehaven for that innocence to thrive. It's life, would indefinitely be surrounded and consumed by violence and hatred. Fate is undeniable for most, but perhaps she'd carress this child with loving hands—it was all he could hope, for it had become clear that tension was rising in the world. As of late, war was brewing, and shinobi attacked one another in aims to triumph. Peace is a figment of imagination, and with power, destruction is likely to ensue.— !!