Uri was unperturbed. He stared at the woman who had claimed to be a Sennin appointed by a certain two Hokages… who claimed to have personally met the Raikage … and who claimed to be quite disappointed about the turn of events. Even without the tapping message echoing in his ear, Uri knew already what to expect of this scenario. The other Kumonin would quickly disappear, giving him enough instruction on what to do, but would he?
He sighed as he let down his arms, instantly summoning up a myriad of blue flames that lined up behind him, towering and spreading into a rather well-looking line. Now the darkness of the incoming winter night, which was quite easily dismissed, would not be a problem, nor would the frigid wintry cold air not be so much of a hassle. He wouldn’t want the Raikage to catch a cold should he come even if he allowed himself to dress up properly in his military coat. But of course, Uri mused at this fact because the lady was quite the cold-hearted one at the moment to begin with.
“I suppose this is why you’re looked up with so high a regard by the people around you. You can easily sway them and get things done your way, with a little bit of walking and dusting,” said Uri. He wondered, now that the other Kumonin was not there, if he was still expected to act as properly as he had been earlier. But you see, he didn’t think he need to. And you see, he had been at the gates for far too many times to hear the same story over and over again.
“Tell me… while you’re here waiting, are you also perhaps a refugee?” He questioned. “You see, it’s not that hard to come by those types recently, and it’s only right to greet those types with a handful of people. After all, one person needs to console. Another needs to hear them out. And then, there are those in the shadows that would write it in memory, a good recording, so that when the time is right, they’ll avenge the victims wronged. Please don’t think of us as a murder of crows that pluck out the young ones without so much of a care or a reason. It's not in our style, and if ever presented, would not really need to send a bunch. It’d be a disgrace to show authority through numbers when already we can show it through proper talks.”
He waved a hand again before crossing his arms in front, a lone small wisp of blue flame appearing to perch on his shoulder guard then began to sway like a child. “Indeed, such a horrid incident would need the proper people to discuss and clear away accusations. After all, I’m certain that the treaty that Kumogakure signed for did not have any clause stating of our silence when asked, nor our bending the knee when prompted. And I’m sure the clause didn’t include our Raikage was only equivalent to a Sennin, either, who doesn’t seem to be particularly in a hurry, and would even dismiss the visit so quickly, proving yet again that this could all just have been a letter – which I believe is more of a mockery if you think it that way. I mean, if you were given such a delicate task to send a message in behalf of your Hokage, what’s wrong with our Raikage tasking certain people to receive a message in his behalf?”
He paused and then more of the blue flame wisps would sprout from the ground as if they were plants, materializing from the purity of the land’s chakra and his own. The small buggers making a good lighting of the coming night sky, illuminating the scene and the rightful roles that each of the actors should take. Who is who in this play? No god, presumably.
“Like I said earlier, it would have been more of good faith had your respectable Hokage decide to come and visit himself if this was such a dire discussion, and well-protected and escorted by your esteemed self the Sennin. After all, with all the hullabaloos, I think he might want to make sure his ally the Raikage to know his side of the story personally. But I would never, in my wildest dreams, ever step down and simply let our Raikage walk to a suspicious meet. So I hope you don’t mind my presence even when he is here. One cannot be too sure that an ally would be so well-mannered when a treaty is easily used as a good material for asking the impossible. A mountain doesn’t sway or howl like the leaf and the wind. It remains steadfast.” He paused again to hear of any news of the incoming Raikage through his headset. He tapped it just to check on the channels before an idea came to mind.
“Oh, right! That Bingo Book. Did someone go rogue or something? Is that what this is about? You should really let the gate guards know as quickly as possible, my dear. How else can we do our job if we let anybody straight right through our doors? Not that I’ve been very welcoming as of late. Please don’t think you’re special in this regard. Then again, I never did bother to keep the outside warm enough with my flames, even for those refugees. So I guess… you are special in a certain way.”
Whoever said Uri was not a chatterbox definitely didn’t get to see him during his gate duties. This was not a special case. This was simply another day at work. And he wondered if the guys back in the watch tower were already enjoying the stew he had cooked.
