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As the Hyūga came to the conclusion of his excavation, something didn't set well. This man, though well-prepared for conflict yet held such a positive, and insouciant air; it also reminded him of any other individual who passed by. An aroma so distinct and recognizable, it was hard to consider that this man-- this Atlas was the Niidaime Raikage. Men of such esteem and obligation were either notably sedate, or notably overconfident. Yet this person before him was neither-- he was the complete balance of the two. Even his speech pattern held such a regal undercurrent that was only masked by his relaxed nature and mannerism. Truly he held the disposition of any true leader; compassion, intelligence, and Mindfulness.

As the Uchiha approached, The man that saw all wouldn't stop his actions until they were completed in their entirety. His Byakugan reading the phantasmal map of the newcomer's chakra and his eyes widen only for a second. (“This is rather odd,”) He thought with self-conservativeness as something rather odd struck his senses of advanced sight. Scanning up then eventually down, taking in every single tenketsu and examining the stream of chakra that held such a lowness that didn't resemble that of others. (“For a Kage, his Chakra isn't comparable to that of Lord Hokage-sama, or the Lady Kazekage's”) and this wasn't a good synthesis when assuming the strength of a Shadow could carry the weight of an entire village; or so Kayori articulated just a moment ago.

Enter, Kage Bunshin

“Raikage-Sama, you do--” The Hyūga's words cut thin like a warm blade to a night, the Shinobi soon found himself turning to face that gates. (“So the Hokage has arrived?”) stepping to the side, giving both the Uchiha and the Raikage a glimpse of the jaws of the Gate widening, and soon the shadow of a man emerged through the severance in beauty. “Welcome to the Hidden Leaf, Raikage-sama,” a voice, though pure held a obvious tinge of maturity, and soon emerging garbed in a navy blue kosode, and white hakuma, the appearance of a light colored scarf swaying from the man's neck only highlighted the quality of his long, silk scarlet hair. The Hokage had arrived and soon positioned himself parallel to his guard's left.

“Its an honor to meet you. I'm Uchiha Ryūsuke-- The Yondaime Hokage.” A rather ceremonial announce used to address those who held condition and weight within the Shinobi World, the Hokage simply awaited an answer, his almond purple orbs peering forward towards the older individual who claimed the title of Raikage. Was he here for an audience as well?

His hands continued to run over the surface of the exposed lesion, steadily analyzing the visibility of bleed retreating back into the pocket as his therapeutic remedy pursued its target. A jack of all trades was quite the understatement for the older Uchiha—his life brought a number of talents that warranted countless titles that most couldn’t fathom. Mastering his clan’s Dōjutsu to pure aptness, a genius of the blistering arts of Katon, a medical brilliance and a physical dominator, Shōgenki was truly a jewel in the treasure sachet of the Hidden Leaf military. However behind his artillery of talents and capabilities he was still indeed a father and husband.

Though his eyes allowed the quiescent tinge of crimson to continue its slumber, the Military general knew all too well the expression that covered his younger sibling’s face; melancholy. Today must have been truly hard for him and most likely allowed him to asset his own talents and limitations. Koi and Ryūsuke were the strongest rite of passage for him and he failed—or at least he assumed he did. Such a demoralizing blow could devastate even the strongest of men’s will. As such his following statement came as to no surprise for Shōgenki would have most likely did the same, if not to a larger scale. As such, the only physical gesture to his condemnation was not that of any violent rejoinder, but a subtle sigh.

“Genryū. Know I will not stop you, however do realize that life is like an ocean. Waves may hamper with its gentle current, however in time such agitation comes to fade. Hopefully your waves will subside and you return to those you love.”

And with that, the normally stern Uchiha took to his feet, placing Koi with a simple into one arm—his palm resting on the surface of her rear as he immediately lifted the cradle with his free hand and started motioning back towards the village. There his wife and child would receive more hands-on medical attention and he could continue overlooking the procedures. Today marked the first decisive verdict that would affect not one, but four. Genryū departing only to return in the near future. The child he once forsaken becoming the sole purpose for his revival and restoration. Ryūsuke and Genryū—bred from the same will of fire, yet so divergent?

The Past only shaped the present. Not the future.

“Uncle… mother, father--- I will not fail you..”

Peering off into a deep reverie of perception, the Uchiha found himself entrapped in what his mind could only guesstimate to be daydreaming. Day leisurely shifting into the realm of night as autumn leaves danced from the oaks that hung over the wooden edifice that warranted safe standing over the rushing river beneath. There was nothing like being home—and there was no contemplation like self reflection… Uchiha Ryūsuke.

Life was slipping away—akin to a perspiring palm sliding down the side of a mountain crag. As hard as she might, the will to survive didn’t exceed the corporal energy required to meet expectation. So this was what death felt like; nothingness? There was no pain, no pleasure and nothing to remember. All she could do was simply rest on the structure, panting with effort implicated only to feel breathing becoming more of a chore then an instinct. Ryūsuke—I hope you grow up into a strong young man who knows both clemency and benevolence. Be the opposition of what others expected you to be; that was a true individual and that’s what Koi had always envisioned for her progeny.

The Hozuki was done for the moment, and while not dead due to his watery composition, he was indeed incapacitated for the moment. He came alone, and while assistance wasn’t expected, one was surely on his way. Rationale behind the woman’s death was still clouded from sight however one thing was for certain, the clock of her life would climax at midnight soon. If nothing acted against the impending end to her subsistence, both Ryūsuke and his uncle would be without the sun that forwarded them a smile. Her breathing became tense and while Genryū rushed to her side, and soon attempted to aid in her recuperation, only one thing came from her mouth as the steel fled her body.

“ARRRRGH!” She called out in pain, wincing as the steel retracted from the perforate in her skin—blood flowing like a stream which was only mended by the cream. However there was still a tricky dilemma; where to go from there? Her breathing calming, shock was soon to return and her state of peace would be episodic by pain and most likely death should medical attention continue to be remote. However with Ryūsuke in attendance, how could he probably leave one behind, and tend to the to her? An impossible question for one who truly loved his family and thus placed the boy at an impasse; his Sharingan couldn’t help in this situation until abruptly.

“Genryū.. I see you defended my family.”