A woman in white glided over the floors. The Dojo was starting to thin thanks to the success of Project Rebirth. A new residential area had sprung up seemingly overnight and the Kazekage Tower overlooked the wide expanse that was the desert. There was no wall yet to protect those citizens from the dangers of the wilds and for that reason some lingered still here in the safety of the Toraono Dojo - these makeshift gates at least knew who or what entered or left to some extent. She was not one of the refugees seeking shelter here, rather she was here to leave a message for the Toraono Sennin. Sousuke had become a thorn in her side, up until recently she would rather have nothing more than the Steward at her side. This odd affection he had for him was not a new sensation of course, potentially an affliction she suffered along with this human form.
She was actually complacent, forgetting for a time that she was in fact an Ancient. Oh the power of love. That was until she discovered Sousuke's power, it shifted something inside of her. He had made a pact with the Deep Court Lord. Shiori was more than aware of Mikaboshi's Ancient limit and the fact that one such as he would not readily hand over such power to another, especially a human. She honestly thought Sousuke freed Mikaboshi from the Black Blade because he was a good man, that the spirit that was allegedly housed within there was another. She was partly correct on this of course, as the shade was not nor was it ever Mikaboshi, however what it is or was she has yet to identify. None the less, it was likely that a pact was made in exchange for Mikaboshi's freedom. That still was not the part that concerned her. The part that set fear in her heart was the fact that Sousuke admitted to using his power, had no reservations of using his authority. What if there was another weapon. What if he could force her compliance.
Trust is a strange thing, you can trust that someone will do something that is good or bad. Trust is knowing what someone will do when given the option. She had already admitted her identity to the Steward. He seemed to prefer to ignore the truth for a time, his willful ignorance hurt her heart. Between Ancient and man, he saw humanity as the preferred race. Of course who can blame such ethnocentrism. It was only a matter of time before he would come to terms with a truth she once desired to share because she loved him and now she did because of her indignation and pride. When he got angry enough he admitted his plan to make another blade, a god-killing weapon. Death would be preferable to a life of service of course, but she had no desire to die either. She was one of the last of her kind and she was not going to fade into the sands like her brothers. She saw his nature, although it was for a moment but he had yet to see hers. She needed time. Time to rebuild. Time to return to her former glory and strength. She would need souls. She would need allies. She would need Sousuke out of the way.
In her hand she carried a small letter. It was unassuming but it had a name across the face written in simple cursive: Sennin Toraono Kuro
Inside the simply folded sheet of paper that she slid under the door of the Toraono homestead read simply.
Greetings dearest Sennin;
I am writing you this letter with great haste. I fear for my cousin's stability and sanity, he has been up at all matters of day or night working on a god-slaying weapon. I have been at his bedside in the Omni Prime Medical Center several times as of late, he has always been a head-strong and brilliant man but I fear that madness has taken him. He has become delirious, believing that some of us are wolves in sheeps clothes. Most recently he has accused me of being Mother Suna and I have come to fear for my safety. I do not and cannot seek asylum in your home or among your brethren as you are under the authority of the Steward Kazekage, I realize this. I rather implore you to get him the help he needs. I have never been a capable fighter as you know or I would do it myself. His mind needs rest or I fear his body will soon follow in deterioration. In the absence of a Sunahoshi heir or a Takahashi heir, he is a necessary figurehead in this community so please work quickly dear Sennin for the sake of us all.
With Great Admiration;
Takahashi Shiori<i></i>
And with that note, she departed in silence.
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She was actually complacent, forgetting for a time that she was in fact an Ancient. Oh the power of love. That was until she discovered Sousuke's power, it shifted something inside of her. He had made a pact with the Deep Court Lord. Shiori was more than aware of Mikaboshi's Ancient limit and the fact that one such as he would not readily hand over such power to another, especially a human. She honestly thought Sousuke freed Mikaboshi from the Black Blade because he was a good man, that the spirit that was allegedly housed within there was another. She was partly correct on this of course, as the shade was not nor was it ever Mikaboshi, however what it is or was she has yet to identify. None the less, it was likely that a pact was made in exchange for Mikaboshi's freedom. That still was not the part that concerned her. The part that set fear in her heart was the fact that Sousuke admitted to using his power, had no reservations of using his authority. What if there was another weapon. What if he could force her compliance.
Trust is a strange thing, you can trust that someone will do something that is good or bad. Trust is knowing what someone will do when given the option. She had already admitted her identity to the Steward. He seemed to prefer to ignore the truth for a time, his willful ignorance hurt her heart. Between Ancient and man, he saw humanity as the preferred race. Of course who can blame such ethnocentrism. It was only a matter of time before he would come to terms with a truth she once desired to share because she loved him and now she did because of her indignation and pride. When he got angry enough he admitted his plan to make another blade, a god-killing weapon. Death would be preferable to a life of service of course, but she had no desire to die either. She was one of the last of her kind and she was not going to fade into the sands like her brothers. She saw his nature, although it was for a moment but he had yet to see hers. She needed time. Time to rebuild. Time to return to her former glory and strength. She would need souls. She would need allies. She would need Sousuke out of the way.
In her hand she carried a small letter. It was unassuming but it had a name across the face written in simple cursive: Sennin Toraono Kuro
Inside the simply folded sheet of paper that she slid under the door of the Toraono homestead read simply.
Greetings dearest Sennin;
I am writing you this letter with great haste. I fear for my cousin's stability and sanity, he has been up at all matters of day or night working on a god-slaying weapon. I have been at his bedside in the Omni Prime Medical Center several times as of late, he has always been a head-strong and brilliant man but I fear that madness has taken him. He has become delirious, believing that some of us are wolves in sheeps clothes. Most recently he has accused me of being Mother Suna and I have come to fear for my safety. I do not and cannot seek asylum in your home or among your brethren as you are under the authority of the Steward Kazekage, I realize this. I rather implore you to get him the help he needs. I have never been a capable fighter as you know or I would do it myself. His mind needs rest or I fear his body will soon follow in deterioration. In the absence of a Sunahoshi heir or a Takahashi heir, he is a necessary figurehead in this community so please work quickly dear Sennin for the sake of us all.
With Great Admiration;
Takahashi Shiori<i></i>
And with that note, she departed in silence.
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