The Kazekage transverse the dead lands with an odd sort of tiredness. He was taking the fight to the Daimyo and his human slavery movements. Sometimes there was success, and sometimes there was not. A certain weariness gripped him whole. Dealing with Jashinists was repetitive. Most of them were fanatics, and morally insane ones at that. Each time Sousuke took the fight to the Daimyo he was changing his appearance. He did have a large armoury of metallic suits and armours he wore. This one was rather plain looking. A simple grey colour, with white plasma cores working about. He wore a dark cloak of sorts that hid some of the finer features of his technology. He was putting a dent in something, human trafficking was already a terrible and repulsive thing to have present. It was something he was going to put out. This concept did not have a place in his Sungakure, which he worked and worked at. Yet in his odd tiredness, something was in his mind. Why were so many slave caravans? He was dismantling them one at a time, but then the game was elevated with trick caravans. The Daimyo was not a stupid man, he was the father of Shouki and Susumu. Both of them were smart young men, and it was a possibility both of them were smarter in Sousuke. The Kazekage was not jealous of this fact, it was the fact that Shouki used his intelligence to harm others. Sousuke was on the opposite end of it. He used his intellect for the betterment of Sungakure.
The metallic man continued his journey homeward. He was not in the best of shape, but he certainly was not in the worst shape either. He wore signs of battle upon him, and not to his own joy the blood of a Jashinist who was trying to curse him. There was something unsettling about being the greatest heretic of that religion. Sousuke did not believe in Jashinism, but he was once thought by others to be a follower. No. Sousuke was a follower of the Mother Suna, until it was revealed to him that his patron goddess was ... uncaring for most of humanity. She cursed the Sunahoshi, she did not empower them. Sousuke believed in the one thing that his former patron goddess wanted to see gone - Primus. She believed him to be a villain, but to Sousuke Primus was the man who enabled the age of men in Wind Country. His descendants traced down through the age and Sousuke's family served them faithfully.
In his travels, the Kazekage would stop for a moment. He felt something upon him. If asked is the land alive? He would answer 'very much so, watch where you step'. Parts of the desert were blistering hot and were home to demons, other parts home to men or women of unsavory motives.
The metallic man continued his journey homeward. He was not in the best of shape, but he certainly was not in the worst shape either. He wore signs of battle upon him, and not to his own joy the blood of a Jashinist who was trying to curse him. There was something unsettling about being the greatest heretic of that religion. Sousuke did not believe in Jashinism, but he was once thought by others to be a follower. No. Sousuke was a follower of the Mother Suna, until it was revealed to him that his patron goddess was ... uncaring for most of humanity. She cursed the Sunahoshi, she did not empower them. Sousuke believed in the one thing that his former patron goddess wanted to see gone - Primus. She believed him to be a villain, but to Sousuke Primus was the man who enabled the age of men in Wind Country. His descendants traced down through the age and Sousuke's family served them faithfully.
In his travels, the Kazekage would stop for a moment. He felt something upon him. If asked is the land alive? He would answer 'very much so, watch where you step'. Parts of the desert were blistering hot and were home to demons, other parts home to men or women of unsavory motives.
It has been quite a while since Tao headed out for his journey, 6 years and change infact. He was determined to find Noa and end him to protect the world from the autrocities he is bound to commite. However, Tao did not find a town, a city or a village, just an endless sea of sand, he hasnt interacted with any human for quite a while either, just the verious wildlife that he encountered along the way, mostly scorpions but from time to time he could have sworn he saw the sand shifting on its own, without the aid of wind or a creature to move it on its own, it was quite odd to him. His expensive looking hood has been dirtied so much it has taken a very brownish dark color, the insignia by the color has been nearly faded and the bottom edges of it have been torn with time, he kept his cloak closed and hood ontop of his head to shield him from the blazing sun, it was the only way he could shield his shell from breaking completely, his face shows small cracks going across the jaw towards the line of his nose, nearly unnoticible but upon a close inspection anyone could see it. His eyes were not fixated over one particular thing, they were just blankly gazing at the distance as he continued to treck in the deserts, and finally he saw something new, sort of a dark smudge in the distance, a small figure as big as an ant. A small desperate smile started to grow on his face and he started hastening his pace, leaning further upon his staff which he picked up along his journey towards the wind country. This figure was moving slowly, but it was, Tao could tell, he could catch up to it if he were to increase his pace just a little more, maybe raise up his voice and shout something out to grab its attention.