The Wind Country desert sand...was disturbed. There was a great, suffocating wave of death and despair that seemed to be consuming the land. Animals, fauna, water sources, and food were all becoming scarce. The thought of a dry, arid environment losing the limited resources it had was not only alerting but also unnerving. Besides the great nation of Sunagakure, there were other smaller cities, market economies, and groups of people and civilization in Wind Country that relied on these desert resources. Kanmuri was no stranger to this fact of life. For the past twelve years, the 22 year old had lived with a nomadic clan of Fang-Marked shinobi. He saw first hand what these new desert conditions meant. Trials, misfortune, death, these were all aspects of life that his group of people faced because of whatever it is that was causing the change in the desert. These past two months alone, his clan had lost a significant amount of newborns and children. It was a tragedy, and without intervention of some kind, he losses would only be bigger. It was for that reason, Kanmuri needed to leave the clan. After being given his second chance at life, Kanmuri was sure--more than sure--there was a reason for him coming back to life. There was something only he could do, and he needed to discover that. The past 12 years were the best years of his life. True genuine love, care, and affection are the emotions that cultured him into the man he was now, and he wouldn’t trade those emotions and memories for the world. He’d protect them and return the desert landscape to what it was before even if it cost him his life.
Why?
Because the life he had right now was one he shouldn’t even have first place. That was why a man like Kanmuri was currently being selfless instead of prideful and arrogant. He had learned the folly of his past ways and built himself into someone more than confident in his skills. In fact, it could be said that Kanmuri’s growth both character wise and battle wise had groomed him into the overconfident emperor he always yearned to be as a kid. Yes, Kanmuri had made it. Now, it was time for him to serve the people who couldn’t help themselves. Behind the now 6’4’’ adult was a large group of people--not followers yet, but people who trusted him with their lives nonetheless. The squeaks and cracks of the caravan behind him was a constant reminder of what he had to protect, the fragile sense of peace that his presence granted. The lives of all these people were in his hands; it was time to repay their trust with the power he had been bestowed.
“Lord Kanmuri, the people are wondering how many days await until our arrival in Sunagakure.”
The question would be asked by a wrinkled, eldery man with hair that almost as white as his own. It didn’t take an Oracle to come to the conclusion that this man was one of the elders of the group. They had been travelling for days now. It was unknown to Kanmuri how much this group of people had packed and rationed for the trip, but if they had underestimated the desert expanse they would, if they weren’t already, pay for it.
“Tell the people to discard their worries, our destination will be reached before night fall. If food and water remain, tell the people to consume it until they’re bellies burst. It is time to rejoice, the journey is all but over now. Should any sentient being dare rear its ugly head despite my presence, then I will be the judge of its foolish actions and execute it. You all shall not lose a single soul while under my guidance. I can promise you that, with my life.”
Kanmuri said while not decreasing his pace. His pace, although slow, was one that exuded confidence. He never faltered. He never slowed, and it solidified the peace and trust the people bore. And that was extremely important because their journey had not been an easy one by any standards.
It was blistering hot during the day and bone-chillingly cold at night. Relying on the desert to provide you food would be as foolish and traveling alone with a thief; thus, the people needed to ration the food they had brought with them. Under regular conditions, a good traveler could find and follow signs to food, but these were no regular conditions. Kanmuri’s keen nose could smell it, that pervading sense of death and rotting flesh that enveloped the sand. The smell had become extremely pronounced after the first night of quakes and conflict. First the smell was of metal and blood. Then, it was only death. The landscaped had changed completely. There were no longer signs or patterns to go off of. There was only instinct and experience, and that would only take one through half the battle. Kanmuri was one of the few people who were able to survive and transverse these deserts because of what he was, Fang-Marked. He could smell the food of Sunagakure from miles away, and it would be his nose that would lead him to his destination.
However, there was something very peculiar that Kanmuri had picked up on. Just as the smell of food had grown stronger as they closed the distance between Sungakure and themselves, so did that putrid smell that swallowed the desert. It was as if something was the source of all the deserts misfortune stemmed from Sunagakure, but there was also another possibility. It, like ants recognizing their prey, was swarming towards the Sunagakure no Sato. With every step he took, the stench grew stronger, and he was very well aware of what would happen should that stench become exorbitant. A battle of would ensue, and if it that was what fate had in store for him, then it would be up to Kanmuri to defend these people while simultaneously preventing himself from decimating them all with his primordial display of power.
Notes: Connected to the Kings and Queens at the Wall event
[WC: 1017]
[Roll, Roku, Roll]
Why?
Because the life he had right now was one he shouldn’t even have first place. That was why a man like Kanmuri was currently being selfless instead of prideful and arrogant. He had learned the folly of his past ways and built himself into someone more than confident in his skills. In fact, it could be said that Kanmuri’s growth both character wise and battle wise had groomed him into the overconfident emperor he always yearned to be as a kid. Yes, Kanmuri had made it. Now, it was time for him to serve the people who couldn’t help themselves. Behind the now 6’4’’ adult was a large group of people--not followers yet, but people who trusted him with their lives nonetheless. The squeaks and cracks of the caravan behind him was a constant reminder of what he had to protect, the fragile sense of peace that his presence granted. The lives of all these people were in his hands; it was time to repay their trust with the power he had been bestowed.
“Lord Kanmuri, the people are wondering how many days await until our arrival in Sunagakure.”
The question would be asked by a wrinkled, eldery man with hair that almost as white as his own. It didn’t take an Oracle to come to the conclusion that this man was one of the elders of the group. They had been travelling for days now. It was unknown to Kanmuri how much this group of people had packed and rationed for the trip, but if they had underestimated the desert expanse they would, if they weren’t already, pay for it.
“Tell the people to discard their worries, our destination will be reached before night fall. If food and water remain, tell the people to consume it until they’re bellies burst. It is time to rejoice, the journey is all but over now. Should any sentient being dare rear its ugly head despite my presence, then I will be the judge of its foolish actions and execute it. You all shall not lose a single soul while under my guidance. I can promise you that, with my life.”
Kanmuri said while not decreasing his pace. His pace, although slow, was one that exuded confidence. He never faltered. He never slowed, and it solidified the peace and trust the people bore. And that was extremely important because their journey had not been an easy one by any standards.
It was blistering hot during the day and bone-chillingly cold at night. Relying on the desert to provide you food would be as foolish and traveling alone with a thief; thus, the people needed to ration the food they had brought with them. Under regular conditions, a good traveler could find and follow signs to food, but these were no regular conditions. Kanmuri’s keen nose could smell it, that pervading sense of death and rotting flesh that enveloped the sand. The smell had become extremely pronounced after the first night of quakes and conflict. First the smell was of metal and blood. Then, it was only death. The landscaped had changed completely. There were no longer signs or patterns to go off of. There was only instinct and experience, and that would only take one through half the battle. Kanmuri was one of the few people who were able to survive and transverse these deserts because of what he was, Fang-Marked. He could smell the food of Sunagakure from miles away, and it would be his nose that would lead him to his destination.
However, there was something very peculiar that Kanmuri had picked up on. Just as the smell of food had grown stronger as they closed the distance between Sungakure and themselves, so did that putrid smell that swallowed the desert. It was as if something was the source of all the deserts misfortune stemmed from Sunagakure, but there was also another possibility. It, like ants recognizing their prey, was swarming towards the Sunagakure no Sato. With every step he took, the stench grew stronger, and he was very well aware of what would happen should that stench become exorbitant. A battle of would ensue, and if it that was what fate had in store for him, then it would be up to Kanmuri to defend these people while simultaneously preventing himself from decimating them all with his primordial display of power.
Notes: Connected to the Kings and Queens at the Wall event
[WC: 1017]
[Roll, Roku, Roll]
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