It's been an interesting year plus. I only threw in the RP bit as a metatextual reason for what made me want to scratch the itch of RPing again.
“Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in.”
Idly reading a local-ish newspaper, Musashi, nay, Umashi hadn’t a care in the world. True, there were always things to tinker with at home, some new mountain to climb or a new fixation to binge but overall, the sheer laziness of his days would surely have made him the envy of many a school child. Turning another page, he was stirred by a rapt knocking at his door. Like many a gruff old man he grunted more than responded and in walked one of the many orphans that called his large complex home.
Rather sheepish and looking around nervously, the kid clutched the newspaper in his hands in a way that prevented Umashi from reading it without cocking his head to the side in an uncomfortable manner. Muttering something under his breath, Umashi sighed and spoke up. “Well, out with it already!” to which the kid blanched and shook his head. “You’re not gonna like this . . .” Scoffing loudly, Umashi chuckled and shook his head. “Do I ever? Stocks are up, stocks are down, imbeciles acting as if stupid games don’t pay out stupid prizes. Hardly anything is new these days.”
Putting down the newspaper that he was reading onto the side table next to him he motioned for the child to come closer so that he could take a gander at what was so worthy of him ignoring. Begrudgingly the child inched closer and closer until he frightfully handed the newspaper off to the retired old man. Shaking the page to straighten it all out and uncrumple it, his eyes quickly scanned the page for anything of note but it didn’t take much of a probing to find the headline announcement in big bold capped letters. “From Old Flame to New Leaf, the Ascension of the 5th Hokage!” Genuinely shocked, Umashi moved to cover his mouth in dismay before making an off the cuff remark.
“So that pesky Uchiha Takeshi finally buggered off to retirement, eh?” He questioned as he read some more. “Oh, he’s staying on as an advisor . . . ok, fair. I could hardly fault him for that, it makes sense.” Then he read some more. “Another Uchiha! Nepotism will be the end of society as we know it!” To which he eventually got to the part that one of his precious children attempted to censor out but didn’t do quite a good job at. Looking up over the newspaper, he shook his head at the scapegoat before him.
“Amatuers.” he muttered before he snapped his fingers and summoned a pencil to his hand. Shinobi parlor tricks were always in fashion and Umashi wasn’t one to waste efforts if he could avoid it. Seeing that the new Hokage’s commencement speech was what was censored, Umashi erased one pencil scratch after another before he began to uncover a bit of a scandal by his estimation. “Ok, ok, she thanked the usual suspects but . . . who the . . . what the . . . have you read this?” Setting the pencil down, Umashi gripped the armrest of his chair as he let the newspaper fall to his lap. Moving his other hand to clutch at his head in utter dismay, he could barely believe that somebody had dared to publish the piece.
Imagining that the whole of the world was laughing at him, he looked down at the newspaper and then back to the kid who had brought it. “I’ve never felt more disrespected in my entire life! This has got to be the biggest slight of all time! This wench had the audacity, the unmitigated gall, the sheer disdain of all that we as a society hold near and dear our hearts . . . Has the world grown so cold, has the memory of my name been so desecrated into oblivion? Does she have no shame?”
While watching the very proud man get out of his chair and make on as if the world was ending, the child who had quite truly drawn the short end of the stick for the day stared in amazement as a man who had no care in the world got angry over something that might very well have been an assumption of the obvious, a clear misunderstanding.
It had been quite a long time since something had taken hold of the spirit of the man and yet there he was, a man wise far beyond even his near ancient years, throwing the geriatric equivalent of a temper tantrum. Seemingly coming to a moment of clarity, Umashi stopped his howling and began to rush about the room in a flurry of activity. Shaking the dust off as it were, he recognized that while he wished to enjoy his peace and quiet, that there was just some besmirching that he couldn’t allow to pass quietly in the night. “I’ll leave instructions for while I’m away. I only plan to be away for a not so good time, and certainly not a long time. If that little hussy was attempting to get my knickers in a bunch then she certainly succeeded in doing so.”
Talking as he wrote, he sat down only to take one final look at the newspaper before taking a swig of his liquid courage. “Me, the War Kage who saved Konoha from the tyranny of the First? Me, the famed Pirate King turned Nidaime Hokage? Me, the broker of the Peace Accords between Konoha and Kumo? Me, the Flame before the flicker? Me, He who has mastered both the dead and the living languages? Me, He who never was but yet still is? Where was that numbskull when I was uniting the whole of the East? When was he in my company when I smuggled man, woman and child right under the clutches of our enemies? Who is he? Where was he? This would be twisted Tea Country swindler? The lost boy of Konoha? I made him! He would have never amounted to more than an insignificant burn mark on Phoenix Gate had I not rescued him from the ramifications of his own folly!
HaiYa!”
Loudly exclaiming his displeasure he palmed his face in melodramatic fashion. “I can’t believe that this tramp really just thanked Maru before she thanked me!” Sighing and getting up to leave he shook his head and excused himself before the kid. “See, I could forgive the rest. Sure, go ahead and thank your predecessor, thank your mentor, thank your neighbor's dog for keeping quiet during exam cram sessions . . . but to thank a criminal? Thanking Maru before me? No, no, no, no, no. Thanking Maru and NOT thanking me the Nidaime Hokage Umashiashikabihikoji? Nope, I can’t go for that. She didn't even so much as mention the first three Hokage! Clearly she needs a history lesson!” As he rushed out the room to finish getting prepared to remind a certain little princess about respecting her elders, he newspaper fell down right at the kids feet as he finally was able to see what the original messenger was hoping that Umashi wouldn’t see. When he finally did read the line, his eyes lit up in shock as the omission was clear. “Yikes!”
"To Maru, even though we didn't get along you taught me sugar coating isn't the way to teach a lesson. Let alone a life lesson." ~ Uchiha Asuka, 5th Hokage
Idly reading a local-ish newspaper, Musashi, nay, Umashi hadn’t a care in the world. True, there were always things to tinker with at home, some new mountain to climb or a new fixation to binge but overall, the sheer laziness of his days would surely have made him the envy of many a school child. Turning another page, he was stirred by a rapt knocking at his door. Like many a gruff old man he grunted more than responded and in walked one of the many orphans that called his large complex home.
Rather sheepish and looking around nervously, the kid clutched the newspaper in his hands in a way that prevented Umashi from reading it without cocking his head to the side in an uncomfortable manner. Muttering something under his breath, Umashi sighed and spoke up. “Well, out with it already!” to which the kid blanched and shook his head. “You’re not gonna like this . . .” Scoffing loudly, Umashi chuckled and shook his head. “Do I ever? Stocks are up, stocks are down, imbeciles acting as if stupid games don’t pay out stupid prizes. Hardly anything is new these days.”
Putting down the newspaper that he was reading onto the side table next to him he motioned for the child to come closer so that he could take a gander at what was so worthy of him ignoring. Begrudgingly the child inched closer and closer until he frightfully handed the newspaper off to the retired old man. Shaking the page to straighten it all out and uncrumple it, his eyes quickly scanned the page for anything of note but it didn’t take much of a probing to find the headline announcement in big bold capped letters. “From Old Flame to New Leaf, the Ascension of the 5th Hokage!” Genuinely shocked, Umashi moved to cover his mouth in dismay before making an off the cuff remark.
“So that pesky Uchiha Takeshi finally buggered off to retirement, eh?” He questioned as he read some more. “Oh, he’s staying on as an advisor . . . ok, fair. I could hardly fault him for that, it makes sense.” Then he read some more. “Another Uchiha! Nepotism will be the end of society as we know it!” To which he eventually got to the part that one of his precious children attempted to censor out but didn’t do quite a good job at. Looking up over the newspaper, he shook his head at the scapegoat before him.
“Amatuers.” he muttered before he snapped his fingers and summoned a pencil to his hand. Shinobi parlor tricks were always in fashion and Umashi wasn’t one to waste efforts if he could avoid it. Seeing that the new Hokage’s commencement speech was what was censored, Umashi erased one pencil scratch after another before he began to uncover a bit of a scandal by his estimation. “Ok, ok, she thanked the usual suspects but . . . who the . . . what the . . . have you read this?” Setting the pencil down, Umashi gripped the armrest of his chair as he let the newspaper fall to his lap. Moving his other hand to clutch at his head in utter dismay, he could barely believe that somebody had dared to publish the piece.
Imagining that the whole of the world was laughing at him, he looked down at the newspaper and then back to the kid who had brought it. “I’ve never felt more disrespected in my entire life! This has got to be the biggest slight of all time! This wench had the audacity, the unmitigated gall, the sheer disdain of all that we as a society hold near and dear our hearts . . . Has the world grown so cold, has the memory of my name been so desecrated into oblivion? Does she have no shame?”
While watching the very proud man get out of his chair and make on as if the world was ending, the child who had quite truly drawn the short end of the stick for the day stared in amazement as a man who had no care in the world got angry over something that might very well have been an assumption of the obvious, a clear misunderstanding.
It had been quite a long time since something had taken hold of the spirit of the man and yet there he was, a man wise far beyond even his near ancient years, throwing the geriatric equivalent of a temper tantrum. Seemingly coming to a moment of clarity, Umashi stopped his howling and began to rush about the room in a flurry of activity. Shaking the dust off as it were, he recognized that while he wished to enjoy his peace and quiet, that there was just some besmirching that he couldn’t allow to pass quietly in the night. “I’ll leave instructions for while I’m away. I only plan to be away for a not so good time, and certainly not a long time. If that little hussy was attempting to get my knickers in a bunch then she certainly succeeded in doing so.”
Talking as he wrote, he sat down only to take one final look at the newspaper before taking a swig of his liquid courage. “Me, the War Kage who saved Konoha from the tyranny of the First? Me, the famed Pirate King turned Nidaime Hokage? Me, the broker of the Peace Accords between Konoha and Kumo? Me, the Flame before the flicker? Me, He who has mastered both the dead and the living languages? Me, He who never was but yet still is? Where was that numbskull when I was uniting the whole of the East? When was he in my company when I smuggled man, woman and child right under the clutches of our enemies? Who is he? Where was he? This would be twisted Tea Country swindler? The lost boy of Konoha? I made him! He would have never amounted to more than an insignificant burn mark on Phoenix Gate had I not rescued him from the ramifications of his own folly!
HaiYa!”
Loudly exclaiming his displeasure he palmed his face in melodramatic fashion. “I can’t believe that this tramp really just thanked Maru before she thanked me!” Sighing and getting up to leave he shook his head and excused himself before the kid. “See, I could forgive the rest. Sure, go ahead and thank your predecessor, thank your mentor, thank your neighbor's dog for keeping quiet during exam cram sessions . . . but to thank a criminal? Thanking Maru before me? No, no, no, no, no. Thanking Maru and NOT thanking me the Nidaime Hokage Umashiashikabihikoji? Nope, I can’t go for that. She didn't even so much as mention the first three Hokage! Clearly she needs a history lesson!” As he rushed out the room to finish getting prepared to remind a certain little princess about respecting her elders, he newspaper fell down right at the kids feet as he finally was able to see what the original messenger was hoping that Umashi wouldn’t see. When he finally did read the line, his eyes lit up in shock as the omission was clear. “Yikes!”
"To Maru, even though we didn't get along you taught me sugar coating isn't the way to teach a lesson. Let alone a life lesson." ~ Uchiha Asuka, 5th Hokage
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