Most Kage probably thought about their mortality long before they ever ascended to the rank of being such. That often came with the territory, that of climbing the ranks and proving oneself worthy of wearing the mantle. Of course, there were those like Umashi who were simply thrust into the situation and who were more or less had little choice in the matter. As it stood now, Umashi was going to do his part and add to the history books about who he was, where he was from and what he represented.
There he sat, pen in hand, quill full of ink and he had nowhere to begin. Where could he begin? There was hardly much that he wanted to say but there was probably a lot that he needed to say. Should he begin when he was a pirate or when he became a shinobi? Kami or Hissori? He'd served under few men in his lifetime and of them all he'd been at least thankful to serve under some that held at least some claim of fame to their name. Where would Umashi be able to put his stamp when comparing himself to the likes of they who were able to provide a measure of stability? All Umashi could do it seems was simply prolong wars and barely manage to slow new ones down so that they could finish the old ones. Perhaps something was better than nothing though, and so slowly Umashi began to write what he could about the man that he hoped that others could see.
There he sat, pen in hand, quill full of ink and he had nowhere to begin. Where could he begin? There was hardly much that he wanted to say but there was probably a lot that he needed to say. Should he begin when he was a pirate or when he became a shinobi? Kami or Hissori? He'd served under few men in his lifetime and of them all he'd been at least thankful to serve under some that held at least some claim of fame to their name. Where would Umashi be able to put his stamp when comparing himself to the likes of they who were able to provide a measure of stability? All Umashi could do it seems was simply prolong wars and barely manage to slow new ones down so that they could finish the old ones. Perhaps something was better than nothing though, and so slowly Umashi began to write what he could about the man that he hoped that others could see.