through eyes most divine [closed] Aug 19, 2015 11:30:07 GMT -8
Post by EITO on Aug 19, 2015 11:30:07 GMT -8
The atmosphere of the village was tense to say the least, the threat of war choking what little life the village had out of it. While the usual hustle and bustle continued to some degree, the looks on the faces of the public had changed. What were once laid back, happy eyes were now squinted, careful, scared. The Mist was no longer equal parts blood and water, but instead a haze spread over the eyes of those who saw only short term peace.
".. These eyes see everything."
A thought sprouted, belonging to the white coated genin who stood defiantly in the center of the markets, arms crossed beneath his billowing white jacket. Eito saw through the folly of religion, promises of peace under the guise of a pseudo intellectual religious structure. "The world is a mist" they'd claim, however what did they know of the world? Trapped in their own village, they were only half right. Their world was a Mist, but those who could see through it, see beyond the superficial, they would be the ones to lead Kirigakure into a new era of power. Travelling through the collection of stalls, the young man shot looks of disgust at the few men still preaching of peace and prophecy. One rose to his feet, roaring to the crowds about making peace with themselves, though many simply walked away from him. As a people, the Mist was divided, many enjoyed the new peaceful regime however some yearned for the time when Kirigakure was feared, respected and known for being more than just a church for imbeciles. Sharp tones whipped from the boy's mouth, aimed at the preaching lunatic he slowed to interact with."Feel the air, the tension. Your false idols hold no power here, no pull beyond the threats of war we are now faced with."
The preacher was stunned only momentarily, before returning to his typical babble. Shaking his head, Eito simply continued through the stalls, the sounds of hurried purchases and attempted sales filling the air. The Hyuuga cared little for these interactions, but it was better than sitting in the compound, clutched beneath a blanket and comforting the younger clansmen. Making his way to a bench, the young man made a conscious decision to tuck his cloak beneath his bottom, keeping it separated from the damp bench. He would rest, ponder on the situation his village found itself in, but a thought of no longer existing never crossed his mind. Only through eyes most divine would the future of Kirigakure be seen.