Standing at the edge of one of the few cliff sides within Dragon Tooth Pass that one could stand on, albeit outside the radius of kumogakure's gates that were staffed at all times by village shinobi. With his arms crossed, he stood there, unmovable, as his eyes gazed down below towards the enormous city, his crimson irises scanning it's many rooftops and busy streets. There was the occasional spire that seemingly tried to reach into the heavens, only to come up short. Despite a cold gust of wind ruffling through his hair, now long, having grown past his shoulders, and messy, compared to before, did little to bother him. He remained emotionless and stoic, even as his dark red haori began rippling in the air, revealing more of his dull painted, dark blue armor that hung to his body underneath. Keeping himself at a safe distance to prevent himself from being marked as some suspect by the shinobi guarding the gates in the distance, he remained in deep thought. It had been two years now, since his return from his exile, since taking his rightful place as his clan's heir.
In the time since than, he was forced back into the world of clan politics, giving him little time for much of anything, much less training or anything recreational, yet he fought to make time, especially when he stumbled upon a young Genin that reminded him heavily of himself, and decided to take him under his wing. It was a difficult time in his life, forcing him to adapt and make sacrifices, especially for his apprentice.He hoped It would become easier, but It didn't. After a substantial amount of time had passed, he was thrown into the fray, his father forcing his hand to enter the battlefield, regardless of his feelings on the matter. Fighting amongst the other miscellaneous clans that kumogakure couldn't be bothered with, It drew him away from his apprentice, leaving him to his own devices for the majority of time, to continue his training on his own. It was a depressing matter for him, but obligation and duty came before anything else. Speaking of obligation, he couldn't ignore the one obligation he had made since he had been a young, nameless Genin, one that had probably been written off a long time ago.
It was time to return to kumogakure, not as a guest or as a citizen, but as a full fledged shinobi. It had been too long since his unofficial exit. It was time to remedy that, as honor dictated, to uphold the oaths he had taken, as well as formally become his apprentice's sensei. How he would do that? He didn't know, and that left him where he was standing now. He doubted he could simply walk in and report for "duty", and even If he could, he was still technically a Genin. While he would never boast, as pride was often a point of weakness for any warrior, It would certainly be a waste of his time and abilities to be put in the same tier as his apprentice who could barely even control his chakra, let alone command it like any true shinobi. He certainly wasn't stupid enough to visit the Raikage herself, ever busy that woman was no doubt, or any of the shinobi in leadership positions. He certainly found himself in a pickle with no straight forward answer. In this moment of annoyance, he closed his eyes momentarily and sighed internally.....
In the time since than, he was forced back into the world of clan politics, giving him little time for much of anything, much less training or anything recreational, yet he fought to make time, especially when he stumbled upon a young Genin that reminded him heavily of himself, and decided to take him under his wing. It was a difficult time in his life, forcing him to adapt and make sacrifices, especially for his apprentice.He hoped It would become easier, but It didn't. After a substantial amount of time had passed, he was thrown into the fray, his father forcing his hand to enter the battlefield, regardless of his feelings on the matter. Fighting amongst the other miscellaneous clans that kumogakure couldn't be bothered with, It drew him away from his apprentice, leaving him to his own devices for the majority of time, to continue his training on his own. It was a depressing matter for him, but obligation and duty came before anything else. Speaking of obligation, he couldn't ignore the one obligation he had made since he had been a young, nameless Genin, one that had probably been written off a long time ago.
It was time to return to kumogakure, not as a guest or as a citizen, but as a full fledged shinobi. It had been too long since his unofficial exit. It was time to remedy that, as honor dictated, to uphold the oaths he had taken, as well as formally become his apprentice's sensei. How he would do that? He didn't know, and that left him where he was standing now. He doubted he could simply walk in and report for "duty", and even If he could, he was still technically a Genin. While he would never boast, as pride was often a point of weakness for any warrior, It would certainly be a waste of his time and abilities to be put in the same tier as his apprentice who could barely even control his chakra, let alone command it like any true shinobi. He certainly wasn't stupid enough to visit the Raikage herself, ever busy that woman was no doubt, or any of the shinobi in leadership positions. He certainly found himself in a pickle with no straight forward answer. In this moment of annoyance, he closed his eyes momentarily and sighed internally.....
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