1 What is dead may never die. [Private; Akira|NK] Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:18 am
Takao
S-rank
Evening had fallen over the expansive village hidden in the stones. Mountains and buildings alike cast long shadows in the orange glow of the setting sun, illuminating the village in a heavenly twilight beneath a blue, purple, and orange late afternoon sky. Takao's boots padded against the dirt labyrinth like pathways that snaked through the village, slowly working his way to the Iwakage's mansion. He had sent a bird - the same falcon that soared effortlessly overhead - to deliver a missive of forewarning regarding his arrival. Despite his once rather esteemed position as the Hokage, however brief of a stint it might have been, one would be within a right mindset to assume he would be dressed to reflect such. However instead, he was dressed considerably more... modest. It seemed as though he was more fit for battle than he was a formal meeting, but he'd dressed in such attire specifically for the journey to the village, much more reminiscent of his days before delving into the hand-dirtying world of politics. A black coat hued a faint blue fell over his shoulders and was tailored nicely to his torso. Beneath the coat was an undershirt of simple construction, nothing that would suggest it to provide any more protection than the cloth it was made from. His black trousers bore a strong resemblance to the lower garments worn by Konohagakure Jōnin, though the uniform was broken by the pant legs being tucked into his combat boots.
His cold grey gaze fell to the ground, and traced over his left leg. If one were to look at him, it wouldn't be apparent that he carried with him such a debilitating injury. He had become quite skilled in the art of deception as of late, and masking the pain that radiated from the healed wound in waves was only part of said art. He lifted his gaze and settled it back onto the building he had sought out. By some miracle or stroke of luck, he had managed to travel from Konohagakure in the Fire Country to Iwagakure, in the Earth country. His journey was uncontested and uneventful, which was everything he had been hoping for, and not at all what he had been expecting. It had taken him longer than he had originally anticipated, mostly because he gave himself and his ability to endure the pain a little too much credit, but he had arrived none the less. A brief recollection of the exchange he had with the gate guards brought a small, amused smile to his face. The looks they gave him upon realizing who he was exactly were, for a lack of better wording, entertaining. Not in a belittling way, but he found the situation to be humourous. It was likely that they placed a good deal of the blame for the Summit's happenings on his shoulders, he believed, and they wouldn't be entirely wrong. It was true that it was his decision to call upon the leaders of the great nations for a meeting that placed them all in one location to be attacked, but it was also his belief that if such a leader were to fall under such circumstances, perhaps they weren't fit to lead after all. He looked back down to his leg and chuckled at the irony.
"If I'm lucky, he'll still be in." Takao's voice escaped in a low, guttural tone, spoken with the intention to only be heard by his ears. A slow breath filled his lungs and he resumed his leisurely pace, clearly exhibiting no express desire to arrive at his sought after destination as soon as possible. Gloved hands found their way to his pant's pockets and before long, he was standing in front of the doors to the building. It was the tallest in the village, easily spotted even from a distance, though finding his way there with the roadways of a foreign place proved to be a challenge. Another long inhale flooded his lungs with oxygen and he stepped forward, gently pushing one of the doors open. He stepped inside and let his eyes wander.
"Alright, Tsuchikage. Let's make a deal."
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Word Count: [691]
Total Word Count: [691]
His cold grey gaze fell to the ground, and traced over his left leg. If one were to look at him, it wouldn't be apparent that he carried with him such a debilitating injury. He had become quite skilled in the art of deception as of late, and masking the pain that radiated from the healed wound in waves was only part of said art. He lifted his gaze and settled it back onto the building he had sought out. By some miracle or stroke of luck, he had managed to travel from Konohagakure in the Fire Country to Iwagakure, in the Earth country. His journey was uncontested and uneventful, which was everything he had been hoping for, and not at all what he had been expecting. It had taken him longer than he had originally anticipated, mostly because he gave himself and his ability to endure the pain a little too much credit, but he had arrived none the less. A brief recollection of the exchange he had with the gate guards brought a small, amused smile to his face. The looks they gave him upon realizing who he was exactly were, for a lack of better wording, entertaining. Not in a belittling way, but he found the situation to be humourous. It was likely that they placed a good deal of the blame for the Summit's happenings on his shoulders, he believed, and they wouldn't be entirely wrong. It was true that it was his decision to call upon the leaders of the great nations for a meeting that placed them all in one location to be attacked, but it was also his belief that if such a leader were to fall under such circumstances, perhaps they weren't fit to lead after all. He looked back down to his leg and chuckled at the irony.
"If I'm lucky, he'll still be in." Takao's voice escaped in a low, guttural tone, spoken with the intention to only be heard by his ears. A slow breath filled his lungs and he resumed his leisurely pace, clearly exhibiting no express desire to arrive at his sought after destination as soon as possible. Gloved hands found their way to his pant's pockets and before long, he was standing in front of the doors to the building. It was the tallest in the village, easily spotted even from a distance, though finding his way there with the roadways of a foreign place proved to be a challenge. Another long inhale flooded his lungs with oxygen and he stepped forward, gently pushing one of the doors open. He stepped inside and let his eyes wander.
"Alright, Tsuchikage. Let's make a deal."
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Word Count: [691]
Total Word Count: [691]