It had been a long time since he'd been there.
Standing where he now stood, looking up at the sheer cliff face. That meant nothing to a man who controlled chakra the way he now could, but how much of a challenge it had been when he'd been younger. Aged twelve he'd climbed this cliff, aged twelve he'd found nothing at its summit, but he'd felt something.
Now he was older, stronger, but would that matter, would that let him find what he was searching for? Experience told him it wouldn't. Not in this case. The reason for that was because he didn't really know what it was that he was searching for this time. Last time he'd heard of mystical creatures who'd made the area their home.
Reaching forward his hand lightly touched the surface, hard stone. He would do this the hard way.
One grip after the next his long well muscled limbs reached for the next link, the next hold. He knew that this was more dangerous now than it had been. Not because of time, not really, the mountain didn't age as he did. Yet time had been part of the cause. When he'd been here last time he'd been shy of six foot tall, lanky and yet putting on weight which would enable his body to build the bones to the length that they would end at several years later.
Now at more than twice the weight he'd been at the time he climbed this cliff. As he did he found there were more grips which would crumble once he put weight on them. Yet he would then go about finding another, his reach far greater than what he had had previously.
Hours passed, cold and with muscles aching he steeled himself to continue the climb. At one stage he stopped to look out across the region, he could see Kumogakure from here, no doubt someone would be asking his secretary where he was... but considering how Raikage's seemed to be able to disappear without much in the way of fuss he figured that going for a climb wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. He needed to clear his head after all.
The feeling of his hand reaching the edge... he remembered how it felt the first time, as he felt it a second. The second wasn't as accomplished as the first, but still it was an echo of the same feeling.
Pulling himself up he looked around at the scene before him. It was bizarre, and though it wasn't that long since he'd looked at it, it had been a long time since he'd been face to face with it. Before him seemed a vast forest, except that instead of tree's were strange, twisted, mineral structures. He walked through them, so similar to tree's, and yet so completely different. They all seemed to rise up out of the ground from a single point, splaying out with thick branches. A kind of white stone which sparkled in the sunlight from different directions. Some joined each other through their branches, sometimes these joins would almost look like spiderwebs, except more accentuated and not as fine.
There was much on the mind of the Raikage as he walked here.
Standing where he now stood, looking up at the sheer cliff face. That meant nothing to a man who controlled chakra the way he now could, but how much of a challenge it had been when he'd been younger. Aged twelve he'd climbed this cliff, aged twelve he'd found nothing at its summit, but he'd felt something.
Now he was older, stronger, but would that matter, would that let him find what he was searching for? Experience told him it wouldn't. Not in this case. The reason for that was because he didn't really know what it was that he was searching for this time. Last time he'd heard of mystical creatures who'd made the area their home.
Reaching forward his hand lightly touched the surface, hard stone. He would do this the hard way.
One grip after the next his long well muscled limbs reached for the next link, the next hold. He knew that this was more dangerous now than it had been. Not because of time, not really, the mountain didn't age as he did. Yet time had been part of the cause. When he'd been here last time he'd been shy of six foot tall, lanky and yet putting on weight which would enable his body to build the bones to the length that they would end at several years later.
Now at more than twice the weight he'd been at the time he climbed this cliff. As he did he found there were more grips which would crumble once he put weight on them. Yet he would then go about finding another, his reach far greater than what he had had previously.
Hours passed, cold and with muscles aching he steeled himself to continue the climb. At one stage he stopped to look out across the region, he could see Kumogakure from here, no doubt someone would be asking his secretary where he was... but considering how Raikage's seemed to be able to disappear without much in the way of fuss he figured that going for a climb wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. He needed to clear his head after all.
The feeling of his hand reaching the edge... he remembered how it felt the first time, as he felt it a second. The second wasn't as accomplished as the first, but still it was an echo of the same feeling.
Pulling himself up he looked around at the scene before him. It was bizarre, and though it wasn't that long since he'd looked at it, it had been a long time since he'd been face to face with it. Before him seemed a vast forest, except that instead of tree's were strange, twisted, mineral structures. He walked through them, so similar to tree's, and yet so completely different. They all seemed to rise up out of the ground from a single point, splaying out with thick branches. A kind of white stone which sparkled in the sunlight from different directions. Some joined each other through their branches, sometimes these joins would almost look like spiderwebs, except more accentuated and not as fine.
There was much on the mind of the Raikage as he walked here.
