"Please call in Ayumu Kogami for a meeting in my office for lunch." Haruka commanded leaning over the intercom to connect with the downstairs front desk. She found the machine to be awkward. Much less secretive than her crows and couriers, but probably more convenient. Her birds didn't have much knowledge of the ANBU head quarters, nor were her spies allowed near there on her order. She tried not to overstep her boundaries as a spymaster back then. It was much simpler being Raikage. Any request could be made and any task handled. All too simple. As she sat back in her chair, she wondered just what kind of life she preferred.
Not that it mattered. She was confined to this role now. No turning back. The people had picked her over the War Hero and the Miracle Doctor. She wasn't special. She still didn't understand. Why her? The gods played a cruel trick perhaps. Or maybe they were bored up there in their sanctum. The Shima daughter, destined to be nothing more than a quiet housewife, had become the fiercest embodiment of ice and the new Raikage. What a tale to be told long after she was gone. Perhaps it would inspire many who's stations were far below what they dreamed to be.
She pulled back, resting again the swaying office chair. One more meeting. Day after day. She wished she had gotten to know this life a little better as Sennin, but she'd make due with what was given. She needed to stop being so withdrawn. Haruka was finding it hard to trust again in these days. She felt so lonely like the cold face of a mountain. How many looked at her with jealousy or contempt? She didn't really want the answer.
Not that it mattered. She was confined to this role now. No turning back. The people had picked her over the War Hero and the Miracle Doctor. She wasn't special. She still didn't understand. Why her? The gods played a cruel trick perhaps. Or maybe they were bored up there in their sanctum. The Shima daughter, destined to be nothing more than a quiet housewife, had become the fiercest embodiment of ice and the new Raikage. What a tale to be told long after she was gone. Perhaps it would inspire many who's stations were far below what they dreamed to be.
She pulled back, resting again the swaying office chair. One more meeting. Day after day. She wished she had gotten to know this life a little better as Sennin, but she'd make due with what was given. She needed to stop being so withdrawn. Haruka was finding it hard to trust again in these days. She felt so lonely like the cold face of a mountain. How many looked at her with jealousy or contempt? She didn't really want the answer.