1 Saint or Demon? (Plot/Solo/NK) Mon Nov 21, 2016 3:42 pm
Mitsuo
S-rank
High among the clouds the sun was beginning to rise above the village of Kumogakure no Kato, the beautiful view from the village unlike anything you would see anywhere else in the world, save perhaps for the Iron Mountains. When the sunlight pierced the sky and the rays hit the clouds that the village was hidden within, the colour spectrum that you could see was simply breathtaking. Many people from all over the shinobi world would travel to Kumogakure no Kato simply to see this view, something that was absolutely unparallelled. Kirigakure no Kato had the sun as it rose over the lake, when it would hit the midway point over the sea it was an impressive site as the sun would bounce off the water but it didn’t quite add up. In Sunagakure no Kato all you truly experienced was the blistering heat, which unfortunately took away from the gorgeous sunrise as the heatwaves would obstruct the view. Similar things happened in Iwagakure no Kato and Konohagakure no Sato where the view of the sunrise was often obstructed by the trees and the canyons around both villages. Kumo’s sunset was truly a thing of beauty and Mitsuo Sarutobi, the Sword Saint of Konoha, would go so far as to say that it was absolutely perfect as he looked over the village from a high up point, waiting to hear familiar footprints approaching him.
His dark eyes scanned the village below him from his vantage point, taking in all of the sights and sounds. It pained him to think back on the things that he had gone through over the past several years and when he was alone at this point it was hard not to think of those. He thought back to the deaths of his family members and of his former lover, the defection from the village that he loved and his murder of his best friend. He thought of the horrors of the war that he had fought through, and the pain that he had felt when he had to leave everything behind again after finally finding people who loved him and who he loved once more. He reflected on the three years he spent away from the lands of the shinobi, wandering the world and seeing the different things that the world had to offer. He had met fascinating people with fascinating abilities who managed to do things that Mitsuo couldn’t imagine without the use of chakra and jutsus, though he also often prefered not to use his chakra in favour of simply using the blade. With that blade he had forged his legacy, and it was a bloody legacy at that filled with death and pain.
He knew that in this village he was considered a wanted man, and it was because someone had sold out his organization, the Aoi Bara, to the Raikage for the death of the former Raikage Reika Misora. Mitsuo knew that he was constantly in danger of being arrested and put to death while he was in this village, but he did not let that bother him. While he may not have killed Reika, he had certainly committed his own fair share of crimes and were he to be put to death he would feel as though it was absolutely deserved and that justice had been served. While he was here, however, he had intended on following up a few leads that he had been told of by one of his contacts from the Aoi Bara, the group that he had spent a couple of years in after leaving Konoha for the first time. He had joined with them with the hope that one day he would come across someone who knew something about the death of his family, and the men who had been behind the entire situation, and he had tried to keep an ear to the ground and an eye out at all times since then. The best thing about being in an organization with as much reach as the Aoi Bara was you were bound to run into someone who could help you find information, and since these days information was what they dealt with, he was expecting that he would hear back soon.