1 It Won't End like this [Plot/ Private | Sanosuke] Tue Aug 04, 2015 12:20 pm
Binsu
D-rank
- Preface -
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They didn't tolerate scum, the Kumogakure officials - they reserved a special air of disgust for those that willigly turned their backs against the nation and Binsu was swimming in it. A noble man such as himself wouldn't have dared dream of such a day he'd face the Raikage as an enenmy of his people, so what then had brought the swordsman into the light of such a scenario? Change...
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They didn't tolerate scum, the Kumogakure officials - they reserved a special air of disgust for those that willigly turned their backs against the nation and Binsu was swimming in it. A noble man such as himself wouldn't have dared dream of such a day he'd face the Raikage as an enenmy of his people, so what then had brought the swordsman into the light of such a scenario? Change...
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Ever since the day of the late Raikage's death Binsu had been investigating the case of Reika's death with a delicate hand and a watchful eye, but in all the time he had spent on the case he hadn't learnt anything drastically new or noteworthy at all. Reika's killer had executed his or her assassination with a tight glove of precisioned care worn over each hand and with a lethal gust of wind following closely behind him/her, swiftly sweeping the evidence away and leaving not so much as a strand of hair behind as evidence. It was as if the woman had died of some unknown poison which she had offered herself. After finding no relevant evidence within the province of his own village, the Jounin sort for answers elsewhere; without any knowledge of the Raikage's successor and where he or she stood on the issue. This lead to his private branding as a missing ninja, which oddly enough was a fitting title for the then-rogue.
Now however, after what almost seemed like a year, the Jounin had returned, but as much information about Reika's death as he had when he left. In essence he had failed his self-appointed mission, which will not be all that helpful to him when and if he eventually discusses the reason for his uncatalogued departure with the new Raikage. The village guards hadn't recognized the swordsman's mediocre look at first glance, but after the man himself had turned himself in, suddenly his face became familiar to the pair. "Oh yeah, i remember you now, you're that man with the sword," the tallest of the pair proclaimed, which wasn't at all a bad description of what he looked like at the moment. Tossing the ide of the men's stupidity aside, Binsu allowe the two to confiscate his weaponary and armour and all the the other tools he carried with him, before leading him towards the boundaries of Antho's Keep.
The prison was located in the mountain underneath the Flying Fortress, which seemed like a great place to build a prison in at that time perhaps. The same guards he had confessed to had offered to escort the Jounin towards his holding cell, where he would be kept until the Raikage or another higly-ranked official was sent to address his case in person. The swordsman followed the men's lead through the silent halls of the prison cells, passing inmate after inmate without giving any of them a glance. The Jounin could feel their cold stares lingering behind the back of his neck, however he quickly dismissed all thoughts of fear for the men, reassuring himself that he'd be more than capable of killing each and every one of them should they try anything 'unfriendly' in nature.
It was a long, silent walk towards his prison cells, but upon arrival he'd allow the guards to unlock the cell door before stepping into the somewhat small room. In the middle of the room was a large, short table which dominated most of the floor and an even number of straw mats were neatly placed around the square-shaped table. The holding cell looked more like a private sauna than a prison cell, however Binsu wouldn't allow that unexpected sight to change his train of thoughts. He was still a prisoner in his own country, who was patjently waiting for the officials to make their verdict against his actions. After kneeling down on the side of the table which was facing towards the entrance to the cell, Binsu would slowly shut his eyes and rest his hands within the sleeves of his Kimono.
'And so the waiting game begins...'
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