[legend="[b]The Letter[/b]"]Dearest Sennins and Kazekage of Kaze no Kuni;
I am commissioning a mission on the behalf of my employer Mister Aburabuta Hirotomi. He is best known as the heir to one of the largest business conglomerations in Sunagakure, known as Aburabuta Corp. Mister Aburabuta has been a model citizen, serving as a beneficent partner throughout Sunagakure's most recent ordeals. Recently, Mister Aburabuta was attacked in Soon's Haven by Merchant Lord Fukui Shino's men. Merchant Lord Fukui is best known as the "Iron Welder" and he is a dangerous and powerful man. It is my greatest fear that Mister Aburabuta's Kidnapping was in retaliation for Mister Aburabuta's public denouncement of the Merchant Lord's part in the recent Cabal incursion in Sunagakure that has claimed so many lives, lives which Mister Aburabuta holds quite dear. We presently fear for our employer's safety and only wish for his safe return. The Merchant Lord's propensity for commissioned violence as most recently evidenced by the Cabal's attack has only substantiated our fears.
We have the fund necessary to commission an appropriate excursion to recover Mister Aburabuta Hirotomi, as such we are requesting an S-Ranked response. Please recover Mister Aburabuta Hirotomi and return him to his estate unharmed.
Signed;
Nakamura Kazuhiro<i></i>[/legend]
It was mid-day, this would be the second time Kazuhiro passed through the Toraono Dojo today, each time with different company. Nobody seemed to care or particularly notice, the devastation that Sunagakure had so recently suffered did more than damage structures, it diminished morale. The shuffling of ANBU guards and the passage of displaced civilians made the space hum with life. A pair of heavy doors separated the denziens of Sunagakure from the maelstrom. Outside those doors was the wail of the storm, it battered and threatened to break down the Toraono defenses each passing moment but it never did. It was a queer fact in all honestly how such a massive building was able to withstand the storm in such a way, but it always had. There was no group meeting here, a single man taking on a S-Class job, Mister Chikara Homura. He looked different, nay unrecognizable in such a finely tailored suit, hardly the attire one should venture into the maelstrom in.
I am commissioning a mission on the behalf of my employer Mister Aburabuta Hirotomi. He is best known as the heir to one of the largest business conglomerations in Sunagakure, known as Aburabuta Corp. Mister Aburabuta has been a model citizen, serving as a beneficent partner throughout Sunagakure's most recent ordeals. Recently, Mister Aburabuta was attacked in Soon's Haven by Merchant Lord Fukui Shino's men. Merchant Lord Fukui is best known as the "Iron Welder" and he is a dangerous and powerful man. It is my greatest fear that Mister Aburabuta's Kidnapping was in retaliation for Mister Aburabuta's public denouncement of the Merchant Lord's part in the recent Cabal incursion in Sunagakure that has claimed so many lives, lives which Mister Aburabuta holds quite dear. We presently fear for our employer's safety and only wish for his safe return. The Merchant Lord's propensity for commissioned violence as most recently evidenced by the Cabal's attack has only substantiated our fears.
We have the fund necessary to commission an appropriate excursion to recover Mister Aburabuta Hirotomi, as such we are requesting an S-Ranked response. Please recover Mister Aburabuta Hirotomi and return him to his estate unharmed.
Signed;
Nakamura Kazuhiro<i></i>[/legend]
It was mid-day, this would be the second time Kazuhiro passed through the Toraono Dojo today, each time with different company. Nobody seemed to care or particularly notice, the devastation that Sunagakure had so recently suffered did more than damage structures, it diminished morale. The shuffling of ANBU guards and the passage of displaced civilians made the space hum with life. A pair of heavy doors separated the denziens of Sunagakure from the maelstrom. Outside those doors was the wail of the storm, it battered and threatened to break down the Toraono defenses each passing moment but it never did. It was a queer fact in all honestly how such a massive building was able to withstand the storm in such a way, but it always had. There was no group meeting here, a single man taking on a S-Class job, Mister Chikara Homura. He looked different, nay unrecognizable in such a finely tailored suit, hardly the attire one should venture into the maelstrom in.