1 The Will of Fire. Sun Sep 16, 2018 1:31 am
Takao
S-rank
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「The Village Hidden in the Leaves was bustling with activity. The late-summer streets were packed practically shoulder to shoulder as preparations for the Minori Festival left both villagers and shinobi alike in a frenzy. From the post-mission lounge, Takao watched with narrowed eyebrows and a confused, contorted expression from the window of the debriefing lounge. He could never quite get behind the hustle and bustle of preparing for a festival a month or two in advance, yet at the same time he hardly prepared for festivals at all. He merely indulged in the festivities. Takao removed the fastenings for his vest and slipped it over his head, leaving only the typical ranking-shinobi underclothing to cling to his form. He had returned from a mission a mere hour before and been waiting for the official mission debriefing in the lounge, but had ultimately decided that it was no longer worth his time to wait there. Turning away from the window, Takao threw the vest over his shoulder and carried it against his back as he sauntered from the lounge with a lackadaisical strut. His leisurely stroll took him from the lounge around the winding halls of the Administration building, passing by the various offices and rooms that he was intimately familiar with. Over a decade ago, he had spent a large portion of time in the Administration Building as acting Hokage, so he knew the layout well. It was a bittersweet feeling to linger in the halls he knew so well, considering how harsh he was on himself for what he perceived as his failures. Acting as Hokage was stressful enough, but doing so at the ripe age of fifteen and having little issue with playing at war to boot left a terrible taste in his mouth over ten years after the fact. As the raven-haired shinobi neared the front office where there were scattered assignments posted up on various boards, he noticed the presence of only one person in the room. A white-haired shinobi stood just under an inch shorter than him, and seemed to be looking at the boards-- perhaps scanning for a mission to take. He looked unfamiliar, but there were thousands of shinobi in the vast Hidden Leaf village. Bored enough to spur on the desire for socialization, Takao’s hand dug into his trouser pocket and he approached the board beside him, setting his gaze about the various postings. “Not too many missions lately, huh?” Takao said aloud, half-musing to himself and half stirring up a conversation. He reached out and pulled a sheet of paper from the board, skimming its contents with little satisfaction before returning it to its place less than a minute later. “These peacetimes sure do have us starved for choice. See anything good?”」 |
TOTAL WC |
468 |