1 Homecoming (Sayuri/Tsuyo Only) Sun Mar 19, 2017 3:23 am
Mitsuo
S-rank
It was so close that he could smell it, a torrent of memories good and bad flooding his mind once more. He was a few kilometers away from the village when he began to really get excited once again, his tiredness completely fading from him and his muscles feeling a new exhilaration. He was ready to do this, ready to go back to his home, and ready to take on the man whom he had seen as the boogeyman in his life. The sun high above the sky glistened off of the snow on the ground and the trees on the crisp winter day and nothing in Mitsuo Sarutobi's eyes could have been more beautiful. The enhanced Konoha ANBU armour that he wore underneath the black trenchcoat fit right in with the surroundings here, as it was meant to do, and when he stopped in a small clearing for a second, he ghed a soft sigh, wondering what was going to happen. He had been coming at this entire situation with the assumption that Sousetsu Senju would welcome him back into the village with opened arms, but he knew there was always a torrent of other possibilities that could be awaiting him.
Sousetsu might have been angry with Mitsuo, of course, as he did defect from the village once again and was gone for five years. There was the chance that he wouldn't remember Mitsuo, though that was unlikely. He could try to have Mitsuo killed due to different reasons, between his defection, the fact that he had killed a student, his not wanting to remain as the Hokage possibly as a spite thing. There was always the chance that Sousetsu wasn't still the Hokage as well, which wasn't one that Mitsuo wanted to think of. Why wouldn't Sousetsu be there? Mitsuo couldn't see him defecting from the village or just up and leaving, and it was unlikely that he would be driven from the village as well. It was fairly unlikely that he had been killed, as the others would protect him, so he didn't see that happening. If he had stepped down that might make sense he supposed, but he still wasn't sure what would cause him to do that. He had wanted that position more than anyone, and he thrived in it. The next issue, of course, was if he wasn't the Hokage anymore who was? A lot can change in 5 years of course, like the chance that Owydelu Senju or maybe Oshiki Uchiha or even someone like Mure Aburame, whom Mitsuo had trained, could have stepped up to such a position.
He ran his fingers through his long grey and black hair, sighing softly before then gently stroking his black and silver beard, which was a little less trimmed than he would normally like it. His fingers ran over the scar on his lip and he sighed softly, the only thing that remained from his encounter with a stray Kunai that he had run into. Strafe did quite a bit to heal him, but that would always be there. He pulled the Konoha headband from his bag once more and stared at it for a second, sitting up in a tree and awaiting the other two to approach. It was going to be an interesting day no matter what happened, but Mitsuo hoped everything would go well. He held out hope that Sousetsu would be the man sitting in the office when he stepped in, and that he would have a smile on his face as he welcomed Mitsuo home. He also hoped that his daughter would be waiting in his house when he returned there as well, a little worried about her since she had gone there without Strafe or himself. Even though Strafe said he trusted this...woman...whom he had replaced Mitsuo with, Mitsuo still didn't like her or trust her. She was the bitch who had stolen his family from him, and he wasn't one to allow such things to occur...
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Sousetsu might have been angry with Mitsuo, of course, as he did defect from the village once again and was gone for five years. There was the chance that he wouldn't remember Mitsuo, though that was unlikely. He could try to have Mitsuo killed due to different reasons, between his defection, the fact that he had killed a student, his not wanting to remain as the Hokage possibly as a spite thing. There was always the chance that Sousetsu wasn't still the Hokage as well, which wasn't one that Mitsuo wanted to think of. Why wouldn't Sousetsu be there? Mitsuo couldn't see him defecting from the village or just up and leaving, and it was unlikely that he would be driven from the village as well. It was fairly unlikely that he had been killed, as the others would protect him, so he didn't see that happening. If he had stepped down that might make sense he supposed, but he still wasn't sure what would cause him to do that. He had wanted that position more than anyone, and he thrived in it. The next issue, of course, was if he wasn't the Hokage anymore who was? A lot can change in 5 years of course, like the chance that Owydelu Senju or maybe Oshiki Uchiha or even someone like Mure Aburame, whom Mitsuo had trained, could have stepped up to such a position.
He ran his fingers through his long grey and black hair, sighing softly before then gently stroking his black and silver beard, which was a little less trimmed than he would normally like it. His fingers ran over the scar on his lip and he sighed softly, the only thing that remained from his encounter with a stray Kunai that he had run into. Strafe did quite a bit to heal him, but that would always be there. He pulled the Konoha headband from his bag once more and stared at it for a second, sitting up in a tree and awaiting the other two to approach. It was going to be an interesting day no matter what happened, but Mitsuo hoped everything would go well. He held out hope that Sousetsu would be the man sitting in the office when he stepped in, and that he would have a smile on his face as he welcomed Mitsuo home. He also hoped that his daughter would be waiting in his house when he returned there as well, a little worried about her since she had gone there without Strafe or himself. Even though Strafe said he trusted this...woman...whom he had replaced Mitsuo with, Mitsuo still didn't like her or trust her. She was the bitch who had stolen his family from him, and he wasn't one to allow such things to occur...
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