Settled on the very edge of Kumogakure’s village in the Chronopolis is an orphanage of some report. Built into the slums before the original fall of the area that gave its original reputation, it was meant to be a facility that filtered children through it to find those chakra capable and enlist them into the military. It stands three stories tall but holds barely a quarter of that capacity now. Despite its age, much has been done to maintain the building and keep it surprisingly up to code, which many saw as a sign pointing towards where it got a lot of funding from. Many of the shinobi Kumogakure has bought and used can trace their origins back this specific orphanage and many of the survivors of the Old Ways wanted nothing more than to literally burn it down; especially during the reconstruction of the Chronopolis. However, its legacy for producing a few famous names in the military and the fact beyond that they would need to build a new orphanage saw the old one continue to stand. It is, at least, a shadow of its former horrible self. Children are generally well taken care of by not just the Matron, but by the community at large. With the advent that removed 99% of the ner’do’wells from the area having come and gone, and Kitsune’s relentless pouring of money into the area, the once well known slum of Kumo has metamorphed into an almost pleasant suburb.
That wasn’t to say that it didn’t still have its problems. There was only now one Matron and children will be children. Sometimes one would go missing from time to time but were usually recovered quickly now with the added security within and outside of their borders. Its previous reputation still held up in the memories of most too, so it was genuily rare to see someone actually traveling into the orphanage to adopt a child. There was, however, a bunch of new things happening in the shinobi village though; including new clans. The Ryuu Clan has long been a staple of the farming community with their absolute corner on the cabbage market. Within recent years with the rise of their “Golden Daughter”, Ryuu Rei, the clan had began to see more than just tending to the soil. Those with chakra talents no longer had to hide and could decide of their own free will to join the military or continue life as they had known it. It had offered an expansion towards the life of her dear clan, and thus Rei did eventually take over and remodel an old clan grounds for her family that wished to join her within the walls. There weren’t many that did. Perhaps a total of fifty Ryuu lived within Kumogakure, and of those only about half actually were part of the military; the rest was extended family.
An older couple of about thirty summers were huddled close to each other as the clouds overhead grew dark and cold, threatening the usual snow. They both had dark hair, the male slightly taller than his wife with untended scruff and stressed eyes. His wife was fair and appeared far less stressed, if not outright excited in appearance, as they neared the destination - the old orphanage.
Their names were Tenga and Hoishi Ryuu, and they had been trying to conceive a child for months now. Life within the clan’s compound was idyllic and they rarely needed to ask for anything. It was such a stark trade from the day in, day out of farming that they never thought gave enough time to properly raise a child. With a much easier life and time to actually keep an eye on their kid, the couple decided it was finally time to work towards the ends of extending their bloodline. Disaster struck against them though, when it was found that Tenga’s injury of a certain sensitive part of his body some years ago had actually destroyed his chance of being able to produce children. The damage had been left alone too long and it was unreversable, leaving the couple only the option of adoption. The visible stress on Tenga’s face clearly showed his hesitation in proceeding with this, but his wife continued to tug his arm the moment he even did so much as slow down.
Once they reached the door, Hoishi reached to knock on the door only to have it open by the elderly caretaker before they could. She was slightly hunched, small, and had a long crooked nose with crossed eyes. By all means, she looked like the most evil Matorn you could imagine, but her aura gave off anything but,
“Yes, may I halp you?” she asked the couple with a foreign accent, but before they could answer she smiled upon seeing the husband’s stressed face and opened the door further, “Nevahmind, I know wat choo’ need. Come’n dearies, come’n.”
The couple looked at each other once, a light concern reflecting between them but Tenga took a deep breath before crossing the threshold of the door, pulling his beloved right in with him.
The two stared around for a moment in marvel of the old building and is rustic ways. The buildings of the Chronopolis were built with a certain architecture that the Raikage was in love with called Art Deco, however the orphanage held the old traditional styling of the previous lords and ladies that a few other buildings in the village still mirrored. They were mostly rare after the war with all the reconstruction that was needed, but the ones that held were clearly made by a genius architect. Their eyes glanced around the building looking at the children that ran by. Hoishi was already clutching one hand to her chest and her husband’s hand in a deathgrip of excitement every time a little girl ran by. Teng had already given into not having a son, but there was still a part of him that wished to seek someone strong that could carry the Ryuu name proudly. His wife wanted a child they could coddle, he wanted a child they could raise to be someone the clan could be proud of. He already knew it was going to be a girl, but dammit, she was going to be the strongest looking girl here!
The Matron reappeared suddenly beside them, causing Tenga to jump a little as he looked down at the 4’8’ granny with a silver tray full of tea and cookies,
“Come, come dearies, lets get you settled in the living room and you can tell me your story,” she said with a sweet crackly voice before leading them into another room with a large fireplace and a small table. The room itself seemed vastly empty otherwise but the warmth from the fireplace was more than enough to make up for it.
[MFT]
That wasn’t to say that it didn’t still have its problems. There was only now one Matron and children will be children. Sometimes one would go missing from time to time but were usually recovered quickly now with the added security within and outside of their borders. Its previous reputation still held up in the memories of most too, so it was genuily rare to see someone actually traveling into the orphanage to adopt a child. There was, however, a bunch of new things happening in the shinobi village though; including new clans. The Ryuu Clan has long been a staple of the farming community with their absolute corner on the cabbage market. Within recent years with the rise of their “Golden Daughter”, Ryuu Rei, the clan had began to see more than just tending to the soil. Those with chakra talents no longer had to hide and could decide of their own free will to join the military or continue life as they had known it. It had offered an expansion towards the life of her dear clan, and thus Rei did eventually take over and remodel an old clan grounds for her family that wished to join her within the walls. There weren’t many that did. Perhaps a total of fifty Ryuu lived within Kumogakure, and of those only about half actually were part of the military; the rest was extended family.
An older couple of about thirty summers were huddled close to each other as the clouds overhead grew dark and cold, threatening the usual snow. They both had dark hair, the male slightly taller than his wife with untended scruff and stressed eyes. His wife was fair and appeared far less stressed, if not outright excited in appearance, as they neared the destination - the old orphanage.
Their names were Tenga and Hoishi Ryuu, and they had been trying to conceive a child for months now. Life within the clan’s compound was idyllic and they rarely needed to ask for anything. It was such a stark trade from the day in, day out of farming that they never thought gave enough time to properly raise a child. With a much easier life and time to actually keep an eye on their kid, the couple decided it was finally time to work towards the ends of extending their bloodline. Disaster struck against them though, when it was found that Tenga’s injury of a certain sensitive part of his body some years ago had actually destroyed his chance of being able to produce children. The damage had been left alone too long and it was unreversable, leaving the couple only the option of adoption. The visible stress on Tenga’s face clearly showed his hesitation in proceeding with this, but his wife continued to tug his arm the moment he even did so much as slow down.
Once they reached the door, Hoishi reached to knock on the door only to have it open by the elderly caretaker before they could. She was slightly hunched, small, and had a long crooked nose with crossed eyes. By all means, she looked like the most evil Matorn you could imagine, but her aura gave off anything but,
“Yes, may I halp you?” she asked the couple with a foreign accent, but before they could answer she smiled upon seeing the husband’s stressed face and opened the door further, “Nevahmind, I know wat choo’ need. Come’n dearies, come’n.”
The couple looked at each other once, a light concern reflecting between them but Tenga took a deep breath before crossing the threshold of the door, pulling his beloved right in with him.
The two stared around for a moment in marvel of the old building and is rustic ways. The buildings of the Chronopolis were built with a certain architecture that the Raikage was in love with called Art Deco, however the orphanage held the old traditional styling of the previous lords and ladies that a few other buildings in the village still mirrored. They were mostly rare after the war with all the reconstruction that was needed, but the ones that held were clearly made by a genius architect. Their eyes glanced around the building looking at the children that ran by. Hoishi was already clutching one hand to her chest and her husband’s hand in a deathgrip of excitement every time a little girl ran by. Teng had already given into not having a son, but there was still a part of him that wished to seek someone strong that could carry the Ryuu name proudly. His wife wanted a child they could coddle, he wanted a child they could raise to be someone the clan could be proud of. He already knew it was going to be a girl, but dammit, she was going to be the strongest looking girl here!
The Matron reappeared suddenly beside them, causing Tenga to jump a little as he looked down at the 4’8’ granny with a silver tray full of tea and cookies,
“Come, come dearies, lets get you settled in the living room and you can tell me your story,” she said with a sweet crackly voice before leading them into another room with a large fireplace and a small table. The room itself seemed vastly empty otherwise but the warmth from the fireplace was more than enough to make up for it.
[MFT]
