The blazing sun of Sunagakure broiled down on the village as strongly as it ever had. The majority of the buildings were, thankfully, still made of the old heat reflective stone. A few, however, were not and he could already feel their presence in the bazaar over everything else. People move on, progress is progress, ect. Yet he couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at the change in his old habitat as Uzu perused the shops, old and new, and began to collect an incredibly random assortment of herbs.
Dunestrider Grass, Blue-Hip Magnolias, Oregano, Worm’s Breath, Red Bells - a common plant used in curing minor ailments. The list went on. The assortment of foliage he was able to procure from the bazaar in total was easily ten times the amount he could when he last step through these streets. Word was the new Kazekage was the brains behind that one long before Shin stepped into the role. Uzu had a good look at the vast gardens attached to Suna and found them impressive - if not a bit worrying.
How much was being traded out? How much was being traded in? Where were the seeds sourced, how much did it cost, who did the handling? This was all information that Toushin was finding lacking other than that the Chikamatsu clan just had an exceptionally green thumb. Which, sure, believable - but he was hard pressed to imagine the clan just pulled rare seeds out of the ether. Some of the plants grown there were straight up deadly and had a high guarded system making sure they weren’t even looked upon without high order - even the newly seated ANBU Captain had been turned away.
Yet in the combined bushels of herbs tucked under his left arm contained a deadly mix for a muscle relaxer that could stop a man’s heart with a sip. Together the combined herbs couldn’t do anything to anyone except perhaps upset the stomach. Boiled in a copper pot and the mixture became a veritable poison that was impossible to trace and only known in select circles. It wasn’t one the Uzu planned to reintroduce to the military either. It was all an example he wished to present to the village’s new leader.
The old assassin stepped up into the tower and was stopped by a shinobi at the door. A dark-skinned Toraono male narrowed his eyes at the commonly dressed robust elder who was requesting entry.
“What is that,” he asked, pointed at the bouquet of herbs tucked under Toushin’s arm.
“Herbs.” Uzu replied firmly.
“…and that.” The Toraono asked pointed at the copper pot.
"A gift.”
The guard gestured his hand to signal the assassin to fork over both things, and without hesitation the out-of-shape shinobi gave the larger human both things. Carefully the young man reviewed each herb, inspected the kettle, and ran a simple shock of chakra over both that would no harm to either; just check for Transformation Jutsu. The items were given back to the Uzu, and a respectful bow was given; the front door was opened.
Toushin’s golden eyes darted back and forth quickly for any changes to the Kazekage tower since his last time in here; thankfully there wasn’t much more than simple aesthetic choices. Flowers and pleasant aromas replaced the overwhelming dirt scent from the outside. It was cooler. An immediate sense of relaxation settled over the old man’s shoulders, and just as fast he gently activated his blood to begin filtering against the relaxing agents in the flowers One that was meant for those in the tower itself, no doubt. Well played on that one, Toushin thought.
With unnerving grace the larger man walked up to the desk and gently rapped on it to pull the receptionist away from her book. She looked up with a start but a quick smile shot to her face,
“Yes?”
“I’m here to request an audience with the Kazekage. Immediately. Tell him, Uzu has come to give his review.”
Dunestrider Grass, Blue-Hip Magnolias, Oregano, Worm’s Breath, Red Bells - a common plant used in curing minor ailments. The list went on. The assortment of foliage he was able to procure from the bazaar in total was easily ten times the amount he could when he last step through these streets. Word was the new Kazekage was the brains behind that one long before Shin stepped into the role. Uzu had a good look at the vast gardens attached to Suna and found them impressive - if not a bit worrying.
How much was being traded out? How much was being traded in? Where were the seeds sourced, how much did it cost, who did the handling? This was all information that Toushin was finding lacking other than that the Chikamatsu clan just had an exceptionally green thumb. Which, sure, believable - but he was hard pressed to imagine the clan just pulled rare seeds out of the ether. Some of the plants grown there were straight up deadly and had a high guarded system making sure they weren’t even looked upon without high order - even the newly seated ANBU Captain had been turned away.
Yet in the combined bushels of herbs tucked under his left arm contained a deadly mix for a muscle relaxer that could stop a man’s heart with a sip. Together the combined herbs couldn’t do anything to anyone except perhaps upset the stomach. Boiled in a copper pot and the mixture became a veritable poison that was impossible to trace and only known in select circles. It wasn’t one the Uzu planned to reintroduce to the military either. It was all an example he wished to present to the village’s new leader.
The old assassin stepped up into the tower and was stopped by a shinobi at the door. A dark-skinned Toraono male narrowed his eyes at the commonly dressed robust elder who was requesting entry.
“What is that,” he asked, pointed at the bouquet of herbs tucked under Toushin’s arm.
“Herbs.” Uzu replied firmly.
“…and that.” The Toraono asked pointed at the copper pot.
"A gift.”
The guard gestured his hand to signal the assassin to fork over both things, and without hesitation the out-of-shape shinobi gave the larger human both things. Carefully the young man reviewed each herb, inspected the kettle, and ran a simple shock of chakra over both that would no harm to either; just check for Transformation Jutsu. The items were given back to the Uzu, and a respectful bow was given; the front door was opened.
Toushin’s golden eyes darted back and forth quickly for any changes to the Kazekage tower since his last time in here; thankfully there wasn’t much more than simple aesthetic choices. Flowers and pleasant aromas replaced the overwhelming dirt scent from the outside. It was cooler. An immediate sense of relaxation settled over the old man’s shoulders, and just as fast he gently activated his blood to begin filtering against the relaxing agents in the flowers One that was meant for those in the tower itself, no doubt. Well played on that one, Toushin thought.
With unnerving grace the larger man walked up to the desk and gently rapped on it to pull the receptionist away from her book. She looked up with a start but a quick smile shot to her face,
“Yes?”
“I’m here to request an audience with the Kazekage. Immediately. Tell him, Uzu has come to give his review.”
