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Cold Path to Normality [Invite Only] Wed Jul 12, 2017 4:32 am
Yuudai
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Having planted his first step on Mizu no Kuni in the first time in four years, Yuudai rooted himself squarely on the boarded dock that would allow him to escape the vicinity of the boat and head towards the directions where he would face the inevitable. Going back to Kirigakure no Sato meant numerous things to Yuudai, for it meant that it wasn’t solely his past and the deaths that were present that he needed to face. There were also the people. The former Sannin wasn’t sure what exactly his reputation in Kirigakure no Sato was after his departure – when he left he was still respected, though the year of idleness had lessened the amount of responsibilities thrust on his person. Was his disappearance from the village widely known? Probably. Was his status as a shinobi tarnished? Possibly. Would he be seen as a coward for running away? Likely.
Regardless, Yuudai had to face the music once he reached the village, though it was likely he’d be interceded on his trek back by a patrol squad or two on his journey back to Kirigakure no Sato. His current appearance was drastically different than how Yuudai presented himself in the past. Instead of his usual clean kimono or western combat gear, Yuudai could be seen wearing a tattered deep navy blue cloak that covered his upper body and head. Underneath his clothing was simple, a plain black t-shirt and black pants, combined with plain black boots. His current clothing was not something he would wear had he been given his own choice, but his options were limited once he had hit the road all those years ago.
He knew what awaited him upon returning to the village and he knew one person that he would need to deal with, or at least explain himself to, once he reached the gate of the village. The Mizukage would hear of his return sooner or later and a patrol squad would be quick to relay that information to the village’s leadership. That was the sole person that Yuudai would need to tell the truth to, or at least as much as he could without digging himself a hole because of all the personal internal strife that presented itself to Yuudai day in and day out.
“Thank you for providing me safe passage.” Yuudai spoke to the sailor who had dropped him off on the main island that housed Kirigakure no Sato. The sailor happened to be in his mid-to-late thirties, a man that went by the name of Izaya. Yuudai didn’t speak with the man much over the course of the trip, though Izaya seemed to have a quiet understanding that the passenger on his fishing boat happened to have personal conflicts that he drowned himself in while staring out in to the vast and endless ocean.
“It’s no issue at all. I was heading in this direction anyway, like I had told you earlier.” There seemed to be some unsaid words that came from the male, which Yuudai did not need to hear to fully comprehend. With a simple nod, Yuudai threw a small purse of coins in the sailor’s direction.
“Then consider this a gift for the repairs you need to make on your other boat. It’s the least I could do for the free journey.”
With one foot stepping in front of the other, then the other one overtaking it, Yuudai began the journey that would take him back to Kirigakure no Sato. There was no point in him hiding, thus he decided upon taking the main road back to the village that held his fate. Any patrol that came across him and could recognize chakra signatures would easily know that he was a hyōton user and one that had a vast chakra pool. Whether they would know it was Yuudai or not was dependent upon how well trained they were in the realm of chakra signatures. Either way, he would make his way towards the gates of Kirigakure no Sato, his pace being slow and haggard, evident to the naked human eye. His face remained hidden by his cloak covering the features upon his face and his eyes remaining low and upon the road. The man who once held his head high was at an ultimate low. His expectations for a confrontation did not exist, whether he be met by the Mizukage or a patrol escort on the path to the village or met at the gates made no difference to him. The confrontation was inescapable.
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Regardless, Yuudai had to face the music once he reached the village, though it was likely he’d be interceded on his trek back by a patrol squad or two on his journey back to Kirigakure no Sato. His current appearance was drastically different than how Yuudai presented himself in the past. Instead of his usual clean kimono or western combat gear, Yuudai could be seen wearing a tattered deep navy blue cloak that covered his upper body and head. Underneath his clothing was simple, a plain black t-shirt and black pants, combined with plain black boots. His current clothing was not something he would wear had he been given his own choice, but his options were limited once he had hit the road all those years ago.
He knew what awaited him upon returning to the village and he knew one person that he would need to deal with, or at least explain himself to, once he reached the gate of the village. The Mizukage would hear of his return sooner or later and a patrol squad would be quick to relay that information to the village’s leadership. That was the sole person that Yuudai would need to tell the truth to, or at least as much as he could without digging himself a hole because of all the personal internal strife that presented itself to Yuudai day in and day out.
“Thank you for providing me safe passage.” Yuudai spoke to the sailor who had dropped him off on the main island that housed Kirigakure no Sato. The sailor happened to be in his mid-to-late thirties, a man that went by the name of Izaya. Yuudai didn’t speak with the man much over the course of the trip, though Izaya seemed to have a quiet understanding that the passenger on his fishing boat happened to have personal conflicts that he drowned himself in while staring out in to the vast and endless ocean.
“It’s no issue at all. I was heading in this direction anyway, like I had told you earlier.” There seemed to be some unsaid words that came from the male, which Yuudai did not need to hear to fully comprehend. With a simple nod, Yuudai threw a small purse of coins in the sailor’s direction.
“Then consider this a gift for the repairs you need to make on your other boat. It’s the least I could do for the free journey.”
With one foot stepping in front of the other, then the other one overtaking it, Yuudai began the journey that would take him back to Kirigakure no Sato. There was no point in him hiding, thus he decided upon taking the main road back to the village that held his fate. Any patrol that came across him and could recognize chakra signatures would easily know that he was a hyōton user and one that had a vast chakra pool. Whether they would know it was Yuudai or not was dependent upon how well trained they were in the realm of chakra signatures. Either way, he would make his way towards the gates of Kirigakure no Sato, his pace being slow and haggard, evident to the naked human eye. His face remained hidden by his cloak covering the features upon his face and his eyes remaining low and upon the road. The man who once held his head high was at an ultimate low. His expectations for a confrontation did not exist, whether he be met by the Mizukage or a patrol escort on the path to the village or met at the gates made no difference to him. The confrontation was inescapable.
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