The responses came in, and to say the least the old man wasn't thrilled in the least. He was attacked for any and everything. At first, the new possible Kage of the village, Hissori, seemed upbeat and wishing to follow a similar cause, but with him leading it sounded. He spoke of protecting this village with his life, though his tone melancholy at best is how it could be described. No energy, no drive, nothing of the sort could be felt, and that fact bothered the old man greatly, though hardly as much as what followed. The Hokage that once was was out to insult still, though it was in a rather passive aggressive manner. A manner that brought a smile to the girls face. A smile that hadn't been seen since he showed his face, though with a slightly oddity to it. A curve that could be taken as a harsh threat if seen by those of a similar pattern of thinking. She, imagining thoughts and desires that could give all here nightmares for years. She bite her lip though and tried to calm down, fighting a desire to follow such.
The old man scoffed slightly at the words "measuring contest", knowing an insult by an neanderthal when spoken. As the man in red reached his hand out, he grabbed his cane with both hands and just leaned heavily on it, not reaching out. That fact would easily be missed, as another stepped forward between the two groups. The red eyed demon, as the girl tugged on her masters shirt giving hint at the wariness of the situation, they listened for a moment to see what he would have to say. The young looking girl recognized what the man had instantly, having dealt with such in her passed, mostly as allies, though once being enough as a tragic scenario that ended with her barely able to return to her family. She warned of the fact that things were officially beyond a certain measure of success.
His words, seeming despondent, almost to the point of seeming insightful, though again aimed at dejection of the elderly man. Though he changed course, similar to the man in red, trying to reach his own goals perhaps or aiming for a certain outcome that he deemed more appropriate to his wishes. The old man muttered something, "Well...I guess that is that then." He turned around and started to walk away, his cane echoing as the speech of all those present started up again. He looked over at his companion, speaking to the girl with some quietness that only she would hear most certainly, "It seems diplomacy has failed after all..a'shame.." Though a new voice rose above all others, starting quietly and gaining steam as the old man made it to the door. Her voice echoing to the man from the back of the room easily as she spoke of the question the boy from before had asked. Her words, almost gargled by the masses, was still able to be heard thanks to her raised position. Even then, still sounded gargled and forced. She seemed confused and bewildered, though passionate about what she had to speak of. The old man turned around as the rest of his group exited the entry way into the hall.
A smile crept on his face, delighted by the fact that it seemed the younger crowd in this audience, the future seeming brighter then the past in some ways. He stopped and listened as the room grew silent for the tiny girl in the back of the room, standing not to far from Hissori and the, what could be construed as Important people in the room. They would get a front and center show to the girl's most humbling suggestion. Though, the words seeming intelligent and probably wise, could be taken with a grain of salt by those that ruled. The old man waited to see what would come of this suggestion, one he himself wasn't to happy about, but it was a step he would be willing to muse over.
The man's entourage looked back, the men behind the girl as she looked over and watched. She spoke softly enough for the old man to hear alone, "This is getting too dangerous. That last one was a Uchiha if you hadn't recognized the f$%^in insignia. And one at full bore." The old man peeked back and held up his hand open, signalling his wish to see where the girls words would lead. He wanted to know if they would entertain such thoughts or take them as the ramblings of an pre-adolescent girl speaking of things beyond her understanding?
The old man scoffed slightly at the words "measuring contest", knowing an insult by an neanderthal when spoken. As the man in red reached his hand out, he grabbed his cane with both hands and just leaned heavily on it, not reaching out. That fact would easily be missed, as another stepped forward between the two groups. The red eyed demon, as the girl tugged on her masters shirt giving hint at the wariness of the situation, they listened for a moment to see what he would have to say. The young looking girl recognized what the man had instantly, having dealt with such in her passed, mostly as allies, though once being enough as a tragic scenario that ended with her barely able to return to her family. She warned of the fact that things were officially beyond a certain measure of success.
His words, seeming despondent, almost to the point of seeming insightful, though again aimed at dejection of the elderly man. Though he changed course, similar to the man in red, trying to reach his own goals perhaps or aiming for a certain outcome that he deemed more appropriate to his wishes. The old man muttered something, "Well...I guess that is that then." He turned around and started to walk away, his cane echoing as the speech of all those present started up again. He looked over at his companion, speaking to the girl with some quietness that only she would hear most certainly, "It seems diplomacy has failed after all..a'shame.." Though a new voice rose above all others, starting quietly and gaining steam as the old man made it to the door. Her voice echoing to the man from the back of the room easily as she spoke of the question the boy from before had asked. Her words, almost gargled by the masses, was still able to be heard thanks to her raised position. Even then, still sounded gargled and forced. She seemed confused and bewildered, though passionate about what she had to speak of. The old man turned around as the rest of his group exited the entry way into the hall.
A smile crept on his face, delighted by the fact that it seemed the younger crowd in this audience, the future seeming brighter then the past in some ways. He stopped and listened as the room grew silent for the tiny girl in the back of the room, standing not to far from Hissori and the, what could be construed as Important people in the room. They would get a front and center show to the girl's most humbling suggestion. Though, the words seeming intelligent and probably wise, could be taken with a grain of salt by those that ruled. The old man waited to see what would come of this suggestion, one he himself wasn't to happy about, but it was a step he would be willing to muse over.
The man's entourage looked back, the men behind the girl as she looked over and watched. She spoke softly enough for the old man to hear alone, "This is getting too dangerous. That last one was a Uchiha if you hadn't recognized the f$%^in insignia. And one at full bore." The old man peeked back and held up his hand open, signalling his wish to see where the girls words would lead. He wanted to know if they would entertain such thoughts or take them as the ramblings of an pre-adolescent girl speaking of things beyond her understanding?
