Gates of Kirigakure.
Jan 9, 2013 6:04:18 GMT -8
Post by Apple on Jan 9, 2013 6:04:18 GMT -8
ENTER!
It had been a long few days for not only myself, but for those who were accompanying with me. Whilst my initial goal was to travel to Kumogakure and converse with the newly elected Raikage in order to confirm the status of our villages and to treat the subject of the recent attack, I'd also been lured here by other similar thoughts. The identity of the attackers still unknown, and despite all other opinion, my own still was sure that it had either been Iwagakure or Kirigakure - two nations who'd done conspicuous things in the past - and I simply couldn't give up finding out. With Mizu no kuni merely a boatride away from Kaminari, it was beneficial to my sore limbs as I could simply rest whilst enjoying the sights of the sea. Seeing as Kusagakure was within a large forestry, and quite a long distance away from the shore, it was something that I didn't often see, and for that fact, it had been pleasurable, despite my sporadic nature driving me to extreme lengths just to gain information. I was tired, which was only to be expected, and despite Esei's whining in regards to that I should be returning to the village for my own sake, he was all too wary of my headstrong nature, even now. Which - was exactly why I was now walking towards the gates of Kirigakure, both of my shinobi behind me as always. Blonde hair emerged through the mist as my black cape shrouded the rest of my body from view, despite the contorted appearance of where my waist supposedly was beneath the garment, protecting me against the damp air of Kirigakure. Of course - I wasn't quite sure whether or not I'd even be allowed in due to the spontaneous nature of my arrival, but despite the feuding that had occured between Akira and I, I didn't doubt his ability as a leader of a village, and because of that, I had high hopes that we'd be able to talk.
And I approached one of the guards at the gate, finally, icy cold blue eyes imposing to the ANBU mask that I now gazed at, my expression apathetic, in a way, but at the same time, intent on getting my requests accepted.
"Shodaime Kusakage, Kikkawa, Blanche."
"..I'd like to arrange a meeting with the Mizukage, Akira."
"I'm sure that he'd have no objections."
I spoke - perhaps I did seem arrogant, but I pulled it off with style.