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1A hopeful return. Empty A hopeful return. Sun Apr 28, 2019 6:00 pm

Daisuke

Daisuke


D-rank
The winter was always rough in the lightning country. On this particular morning, the sun’s light struggled to shine through the dark clouds. The world was an unfinished painting, with most of the surrounding around being a pure white. Snow fell at a steady pace from the sky, desperately trying to finish its work before the sun erased it. The air was cold, and the wind softly blew through the sky. A lumbering figure followed a stone path leading to Kumogakure no sato, with straw sandals crunching against the snow-covered ground with each step. The figure towered over most of the people who walked around him, with his strange attire attracting some curious stares. Underneath a tattered cloak was an athletic body clothed in traditional samurai garb. A plain blue kimono was all there was, with a scarred chest peeking out. The kimono could see better days, as the bottom was covered in mud, with reddish brown stains splattered around the rest of it. Strapped to his left side was a standard daishō, a long sword and short sword combined as one, and their wooden sheathes clattered together with each step. Over his shoulder was your basic sack, which had the hilts of several swords poking out from the top. The man kept his chin low as he walked, allowing the hood of his cloak to cover his face. The man’s head turned to the side as he heard quiet footsteps run along the branches of the trees which bordered the path. This sound was no doubt scouts running ahead to prepare his welcoming party and notify whoever was in charge. The man did nothing, as he knew what he was walking into.

Once the skyline of Kumogakure came into view at the top of the mountain, the towering figure would stop and stand still. His head would turn upward towards the village. His right hand went to his head, pulling the hood off and letting it fall onto is back. Underneath was a rugged Sasaki, Daisuke. His hair was much longer, with the ends of each strand being uneven with the others as if it was roughly cut with a blade. His sideburns were long as well, going back to flow with his hair. His facial hair was the same, showing no resemblance to what was once a stylish goatee. Upon closer inspection, one could easily see that this large man was easily exhausted. His body moved with each breath, and his eyes looked as if they were half asleep. However, there was an overwhelming sense of joy that could be seen on his face as he looked up at his village. The samurai’s mind went to the past when times were simpler. It was a time when villainy was rarely seen and every village were true friends with one another. He wanted to go back to a time such as that, and the only way to do that was to face the thing he was avoiding.

The rugged samurai’s foot extended outwards as he continued onward along the path. He expected the village already had a welcoming party set up for him, so he wanted to make sure they would not wait long. It would be a difficult task to go back to the position that he once held, but that could be sorted later. He was just looking forward to seeing what was waiting for him at the gates.

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2A hopeful return. Empty Re: A hopeful return. Sat May 04, 2019 11:04 am

Daremo




S-rank

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The morning was nearly surreal for the silver-haired male currently sitting behind the mahogany desk within the Raikage’s Office which sat high above any other building within Kumogakure no Sato. Never did he think he would once again be in the position of leading a village or be asked to do such by the council and Daimyo. After his tenure as Tsuchikage, something only a selected few knew about, and none who had a hand in making the decision of him becoming Kage, he had thought his time in the leadership position had ended. Yet, it seemed like fate was not ready to let him out of her grasps just yet. Thus he found himself in the current position, as leading another nation under a new name and identity, and, unlike his time as Tsuchikage, he was going to do this one right.

That is why he had been at the office since 3 am in the morning. He requesting every the file of every shinobi that had ever been joined Kumogakure from another country or was always apart of the active/inactive roster. He wanted to know the every ounce of information about the shinobi in question to see what might need to be done with them, if they are still in the village, or if some needed to be hunted down for deflection or other reasons. Going through every file was a daunting task that was only made somewhat easy by the liberal use of shadow clones that had been used throughout the morning. The information absorbed was eye-opening, but, not surprising. Certain shinobi within the ranks were allowed to join under Hastur’s reign, including himself and Marici, but, unlike them, these shinobis seem to work exclusively for the former Kage. Knowing enough of the deceased man to be wary, Daremo made a note to discreetly deal with these individuals before they become a problem.

He would not outright kill them or detain them. For while they might have worked with the former Raikage, they still had their uses. If anything, he was going to make use of their talents for the betterment of the Lightning Country, and if they die on a mission? Well, there was no skin off his back. As cruel as it sounded, some shinobis are meant to be used as nothing more than tools. To be thrown at opposition to either kill them or get killed by them. ” Oh, aren’t you the cruel one. Not caring for the well being of those in your command. I would congratulate you for reaching such a state of mind. But, I only find disgust because I know you would risk it all for you for family. Remember well, Pestilence cares for nothing, and if you wish to take my throne, you must forsake it all.”, Daremo ignored the ancient voice within his head. He had heard the same line for the being numerous times already. He would need to deal with that at a later day, but not now.

Right now, his attention turned to the Anbu that had shimmered into existence, kneeling before him “Sir, our scouting detail had spotted an armed samurai walking towards Kumogakure From what the sensor said, the individual was strong, very much so. Anbu is already in a position to move when giving the order.” The words were mulled on for a few moments. A heavily armed samurai walking towards? Now, what purpose would they behave coming here? “Tell Anbu to hold their positions, but be ready to strike the individual down if needed. I, along with Marici, will be going there personally to handle the situation.  Also, prepare a room for our guest, in case things go southward. They might have some use for us.”, With the orders given, the Anbu disappeared, going to fulfil what was asked of them.

At the same time, Daremo got out of his share. A simple tap on the desk and a poof of smoke revealed his unique weapon gained from his time in Wind Country. Strapping Gariantō to the left side of his waist of his black hakama pants. Daremo tossed on a dark grey Haori with the kanji for ‘Raikage’ that covered the two-toned brown kisode underneath. Slipping on the Raikage’s hat, Daremo disappeared within a body flicker, knowing well that Marici would surely follow him. For she, must like him, would never leave his side.

Reappearing at the gates, flanked by a pair of Anbu guards, and Marici close beside him, Daremo waited for their guest to arrive. Although it might look like those were the only guards present, but, there were others hidden in the shadows and on the rooftop all poised to act at the least indication of trouble. Citrine eyes, slitted like reptilian-like, looked on in the arisen. It would not be long before they locked onto the lone figure walking towards the gates, the Anbu who had been following the individual making themselves known, and led them forward. No sooner after the man breached the gates did Daremo utter two words, “Sasaki Daisuke.” The name was unfamiliar to many of the newer Anbu, but, for the old veterans, many knew of their former comrade who went rogue without any inclination into why. This was surely a shock to them to see a man that they had respect at one point returning, especially after what he had done.

Eying the man in question, Daremo took a step forward, his guard detail doing the same. His stance was loose and relax, though anyone could tell that he was prepared to strike the man down at the moment notice, “I am Kobayashi Daremo, the current Raikage.”, he introduced himself, letting the man know who he was dealing with up front. “Now with that out of the way, what does a man like yourself, someone who butchered a Kumo clan without reason, and then went into hiding, until now, wants?” Now that was the question of the century. What did a man like Sasaki Daisuke want in returning to Kumogakure?
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3A hopeful return. Empty Re: A hopeful return. Sat May 04, 2019 1:30 pm

Marici

Marici


S-rank
Marici Kobayashi, the highest ranking Guanyin of Kumogakure, had previously been known by Amaya Uchiha from Konoha. It was a title she had stripped away when her life there as a shinobi had come to an end: stripped of title and position after Kenta Inuzuka was removed from office for the last time Marici’s time in Konoha had come to an end. It was at that point that a decision had been made: already as someone who had issues with her clan she knew the protection that Kenta Inuzuka’s closeness with the clan had provided was now gone, and thus decisions had to be made. Amaya the Uchiha had been destroyed, and Marici the Guanyin had been reborn in her place. From that point a decision had been made to move, and it had caused a ripple effect upon the world that had led to her husband becoming the most recent Raikage. Choices had been made, dark deeds committed, and in the end it had been worthwhile: not for the betterment of the village - which in truth was far on the backburner of things she cared about - but rather so that their darling ten year daughter and son could live a life free from tyranny, deception, and false god-hood.

Three o’clock in the morning. That was when her husband, closely followed by herself, had arrived. Some would have called Marici paranoid as she kept close to her husband, but one did not reach the age of thirty as a shinobi without some sense of paranoia. So far things were peaceful, Hastur was dead and the mantle had been passed on, but there was no telling how long that peace would last. Hastur had had more than his fair share of supporters, and while some had been blatant in their loyalty others had waited and watched behind the scenes, pulling strings like puppet masters: hidden and deceitful on where their loyalties had resided. Marici trusted no one, not even the Anbu who guarded her husband and their twins night and day. No, if someone was going to watch her husband properly it would be her, it was as simple as that: she had refused to leave his side, regardless of the task at hand.

So, she had taken to sitting on the ledge of the giant window behind her husbands desk, and while her grey-colored gaze had been on the village below and the clouds that coveraged upon the sky, her senses themselves had been on the office as a whole: waiting, watching, expecting the worst while hoping for the best. She had been as still as a statue, dressed much like a the Geisha she once was in a history that had long since passed, the kimono she wore was made of the finest silk, black in color with red lotus blossom petals adorning it with red trim and a red obi delicately tied behind her. Her hair, now red in color, was back in an elegant bun held in place by two senbon that were wickedly sharp and barbed at the end. She was a picture of perfection and stunning beauty: a creature that would have been considered a harmless lotus blossom, and yet everything from her fang-like teeth, cunning grey eyes, and weapons hidden on various portions of her body spoke otherwise.

At the arrival of Anbu her gaze would shift from the window to the more interesting topic at hand: the arrival of a visitor who was armed, someone that Anbu had been tracking. She listened in perfect silence to the orders her husband gave, rising fluidly as her husband did. As he disappeared she followed suit, appearing close beside him at the gates. While her stormy-grey colored gaze sought out the one who was coming closer she took notice of each position of the Anbu members nearby, knowing well that only her husband mattered, and that if a issue were to arise and they would do something to prevent her from protecting her husband she would kill them with just as much ease as she would a stranger.

Marici, standing at only five feet and five inches tall, was easily dwarfed by the individuals that surrounded herself and her husband, but there was no a lick of concern upon her face about being the smallest, there was however curiosity and nothing else - the rest of her emotions locked up and hidden, even as her husband began to speak. She listened as he introduced himself, stating his position within the village, before inquiring as to what Daisuke wanted and what he was doing back here. The epitome of grace and relaxation, Marici was still ready to strike and defend if needed.

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4A hopeful return. Empty Re: A hopeful return. Tue May 07, 2019 9:09 am

Kyousuke




C-rank
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Finally the day had come when Hastur’s shadow no longer loomed over Kumogakure no Sato. A new raikage had taken the false god’s place, Daremo Kobayashi, a man which much alike the previous, was one that remained unknown to the Sasaki heir. When he had convinced his own clan to openly resist against Hastur, it was an act only accomplished with the help of Mizuki Raiu, his now respected mentor and the person he believed would take up the mantle of raikage and lead the village moving forward. Instead, things turned out differently, and now a different man was given the position. Not knowing much of the man aside from his name, he couldn't yet place his opinions or hopes into the new raikage. Firstly, he would need to speak with Mizuki and ask her many questions, the first being why it was she didn't take the position for herself and serve as her then mentor once did. For now though he was content to let the peaceful days pass by and finally begin doing official missions to climb the ranks of Kumogakure.

It was a pleasant morning in the Ganryu manor, one that allowed the boy to spend some much needed moments of relaxation within the gardens. Legs folded underneath his thighs, the boy placed his palms above his laps and closed golden his eyes to detach himself of world's worries. Cold breezes passed, yet he remained still. For until he was needed elsewhere he remained in his state of meditation. Draped in a traditional black haori in contrast to his surroundings, it didn't take long for a servant to come find him when he was eventually needed elsewhere. Hesitant steps found their way inching closer to the boy, clearly whoever it was did not wish to disturb his peace, though still approached likely with a sense of urgency. Kyousuke turned his head, looking towards the cautious servant that stood about ten meters away from him. “What is it?” He asked, prodding the lady to get straight to the point. “Kaida-sama requests your presence.” She replied sheepishly. Wasting no time, he nodded and rose from his position, turning and urging for the girl to lead the way. Walking the halls of the manor, he was eventually brought to the meeting room where he entered to find every prominent figure within the clan to be seated at the sides of the room, all awaiting him.

Kaida was knelt down atop an elegant pillowed seat, the wooden floor below her raised a few meters high to draw all eyes towards her. With nothing but a glance one could clearly tell the position she held above the others. The heir was confused, unsure as to why he had been called on what looked to be an important meeting. His pupils scanned the room, making sure look through the eyes of all those that had their attentions locked towards him. Never forgetting his manners, the boy lowered his head, eyes now looking to his mother at the center. Kaida gestured for him to rise, immediately promoting his body to move. “Mother, I-...” Before he could say more, the boy was stopped by Kaida. She raised her hand, stealing all words from his lips before eventually gesturing for him to sit at an empty spot to her right. His eyes lit up, mouth opening slightly, still taken back. The council was no place for a child, he had known that ever since he was a cub. They were the few elite among the Sasaki, they were the few who truly sought to take action against those that that aimed to harm Kumogakure and its people when all others remained blind, or simply couldn’t.

The heir hesitated to take a step forward, unsure whether he was ready to take on such a role. Ever since his return to Kumogakure everything had seemed to move so quickly. He was no longer the child that he once was, now he was a proven heir to lead the Sasaki in the coming future, and the time had come for him to learn firsthand his true responsibilities. His mother, Sensing his doubt, nodded once. It was a subtle gesture, accompanied by a faint and hidden smile. No words were exchanged, though none were needed. Her actions had spoken more than enough. He was ready. The young man man stood tall, walking past the respected figures who gave no signs of resistance and took his seat.

As if nothing of importance had occurred, the council began their meeting. At first they exchanged information of Hastur’s downfall, non still knowing the cause of the previous raikage’s convenient demise. A part of Kyousuke suspected his mentor would know something of the man's death, yet chose not to speak of anything that he hadn't yet confirmed. Either way, it seemed as if the Sasaki had chosen the correct side, successfully opposing Hastur, with the help of Mizuki Raiu. Now they led the hunt for the remaining Jashinists, wherever they may be. The heir would utter not a single word, instead taking on the details of the new mission they had assigned to themselves,.doing what was needed to be done before anyone could give the official order. Midway through the council's meeting, a masked shinobi would rush inside, stealing the attention of all. “Kaida-sama, we have received word that the chakra signature of a Sasaki Daisuke has been identified by a member of our clan. This information has already reached the lord raikage.” The room would be silent, eyes would look to the woman, seeking guidance. “The meeting is adjourned for the day. All of you leave.” With her calm voice, all rose without question, proceeding to exit the room. Kyousuke would follow, but was stopped by his mother. “Not you.” She paused, words directed towards her child. “Take a few of our men with you and find out why Daisuke has returned.” The boy nodded, making his way towards the doorway. Each step filled with hesitation, he halted midway. “Before that mother... just who is this Daisuke?” He asked curious as to what it was exactly that he was being sent to do.

The clan matriarch sighed, expecting the child's curiosity to fester and lead him to question her order. She had wanted to reveal to him the darker aspects of the clan at a better time, though now that seemed unlikely.  “Daisuke is a man from before your time… A silent hero who under my orders slaughtered a now forgotten clan that once sought to bring about the destruction of Kumogakure and with it the lives of our people. He was caught in the act, and is thus officially a criminal of the Hidden cloud. In daylight we Sasaki are known our virtue of protecting those unable to do so themselves, yet we keep this task of guarding Kumogakure to the extreme. Genocides of other clans that planned to rebel, assassinations of key political figures that fail to serve their people, and more that we shall speak of upon your return. If Daisuke remains the same man that he once was, a loyal servant to our country then you will make sure he is not treated as a criminal… if not, then you will have men to come along with you. Now go.” Brows furrowed in disbelief, he would reluctantly nod. It seemed as though there was much he needed to learn still. He intended to know more, but for now moved to complete his task. Kyousuke rushed to his armory, changing into his combat attire that was concealed to look like nothing more than regular clothing. He prepared for the worse, strapping his twin blades to his person. Along with an escort of three swordsmen from the Sasaki clan, the heir took to the rooftops.

Arriving to the main gates of Kumogakure, the party dropped down to the streets. He was slow to walk, golden eyes looking to the kanji behind the silver haired man’s haori and the anbu agents that surrounded him. The men marching behind the heir would announce their presence with loud footsteps, prompting him to gesture them to wait. Alone he continued, stopping just a few meters of the nearest shinobi. “Lord raikage,” He greeted, aiming to draw the man’s eyes towards him, had he not already been looking. With his words came a respectfully bow of his head, though immediately rising to continue his introduction. “I am Sasaki Kyousuke, heir to the Sasaki clan. My mother has sent me and the men behind as a representative to… greet Daisuke-san. We had hoped to be the firsts to arrive, yet seeing as we are late, I hope you do not find our presence to be a nuisance.” Introductions aside, he took a glance at the senior Sasaki, interested in seeing what the man was like before returning his eyes to respectfully meet the raikage’s.




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