His vague shadow passed over the immense structure below as he reached to its hard surface with his feet. Even though he had been here before, the scope and age of the stone faces and its surroundings still struck him hard. The rock housing the stone faces, around the hokage mansion rose several hundred meters high, with the faces closest to its peak. From the view below, the sculpted faces looked like an army of sentinels surveying every direction of the green filled village. Despite the ravages of time, and several fierce conflicts that had engulfed it, the stone faces stood defiant, eternal. At one time, the pale skinned uchiha had believed them a medium through which the previous hokage watched over the village, even from the life beyond.
Peering at the horizon beyond, he sighted nothing but green and trees of all sorts with the exception to the structures of bronze, steel, wood, concrete, and stone—within the towering borders of the leaf. The adoptive son of the current hokage gave out a sigh in his descent. As he did, his gaze quickly shifted to the mansion below. Where fitting white tiles covered the flat roof and the round silver balcony coruscated the sun rays. Focusing on his landing, the roof seemed to swell before his eyes. By the time he neared them, the uchiha was dwarfed by its enormous size. Beautiful as it were, the scenery did little to lessen the expressive grief which marred his otherwise comely features. One would think being the son of the hokage came with many benefits and little drawbacks. But that wasn't so, or perhaps in his case. Not once had he seen the man he had grown to admire. His adoptive father--Takeshi, dedicated to his duties as he was had given no time to his son's progress even before he became hokage. Now, things just seemed much worse; he's usually the first to leave home everyday and the last to return each day. If only the most revered man in the history of the leaf could guide him on how to become a better shinobi then maybe he could learn to make a name for himself as well. Surely he wanted some quality time with his father. Up until this moment, forcefully gaining the hokage's attention seemed a logical step but now he stood frozen with uncertainty clouding his resolve. Would he meet with the reaper everyone feared instead?
Peering at the horizon beyond, he sighted nothing but green and trees of all sorts with the exception to the structures of bronze, steel, wood, concrete, and stone—within the towering borders of the leaf. The adoptive son of the current hokage gave out a sigh in his descent. As he did, his gaze quickly shifted to the mansion below. Where fitting white tiles covered the flat roof and the round silver balcony coruscated the sun rays. Focusing on his landing, the roof seemed to swell before his eyes. By the time he neared them, the uchiha was dwarfed by its enormous size. Beautiful as it were, the scenery did little to lessen the expressive grief which marred his otherwise comely features. One would think being the son of the hokage came with many benefits and little drawbacks. But that wasn't so, or perhaps in his case. Not once had he seen the man he had grown to admire. His adoptive father--Takeshi, dedicated to his duties as he was had given no time to his son's progress even before he became hokage. Now, things just seemed much worse; he's usually the first to leave home everyday and the last to return each day. If only the most revered man in the history of the leaf could guide him on how to become a better shinobi then maybe he could learn to make a name for himself as well. Surely he wanted some quality time with his father. Up until this moment, forcefully gaining the hokage's attention seemed a logical step but now he stood frozen with uncertainty clouding his resolve. Would he meet with the reaper everyone feared instead?