Areo had been back from his adventures for no more than twenty four hours. He was at a point, his mind wandering and roaming what life was supposed to be like. The rules were straight forward. The true Kazekage of the village was to be of the Sunahoshi blood. It’s how it had been for generations, but if the new “Kazekage” did not have to play by those rules then neither did he.
It was late in the night. He extinguished the flames in his furnace within the Hall of Hammers, stored his gear into his scrolls and made his way to the gate of the village. He had heard rumors of powerful Shinobi that owed no one their allegiance and he believed that would be the life he needed. True freedom away from any stipulations, any politics, anyone willing to question his tactics.
Pulling up his hooded cloak he would simply walk out of the front gate with the hand of The Child in his own.
[Going Missing, Run Time 1 Hour.]
[Gone Missing at 4:08 NC Time]
It was late in the night. He extinguished the flames in his furnace within the Hall of Hammers, stored his gear into his scrolls and made his way to the gate of the village. He had heard rumors of powerful Shinobi that owed no one their allegiance and he believed that would be the life he needed. True freedom away from any stipulations, any politics, anyone willing to question his tactics.
Pulling up his hooded cloak he would simply walk out of the front gate with the hand of The Child in his own.
[Going Missing, Run Time 1 Hour.]
[Gone Missing at 4:08 NC Time]