Sand Flies [Messenger Birdie NPC]

[Myakashi Migoya]

The small pigeon waited patiently at this shiny building. It had no idea it was named after one of the greats. Nope, it just wanted to poop and eat seeds. Maybe an insect or two. In any event, it was here waiting patiently for someone to take hold of the message on its leg - anyone. It didnt really care - it was a bird after all.

Birds don't have feelings you see. Thats why their eyes are dead.

The message, should someone read it, would say the following:

To the people of Sunagakure,

Please… I know it is not your business, but make it so. Know these names.

Riku. Ryouju. Katsu. Nitish. They were boys.

Uchiha Takeshi, the current Hokage, has been involved with and permitted the killing of children either personally, or by those following his rules. We understand that protecting the village is a difficult task, but killing our children is something we cannot understand.

Their names were Riku. Ryouju. Katsu. Nitish.

Please. If you can please send help. There are people in this land that want to leave and start new lives, but they are scared. We are scared. Our children are not safe.

If you can’t help, please do not let innocent people come to this land. They will not be safe.

Please.

Konoha.

 

[Raizo]

The Sennins arm would snap upwards, while a quick burst of shining light would reflect off the metallic appendage. He would wait their momentarily as his gaze, while not at first, would turn to the waiting bird. Even though it was just a bird, it would feel the gaze of the man peering directly at it. His entire stature would beckon the animal to him without the need for words.

His title at one point was “ANBU Sennin”, and while the Sennin were no longer bound to a single branch it would prove hard to remove the ANBU from his dna. Keeping a steady eye on the village did not seem like a job to him, just merely a facet of his duty. If not him, who?

Once the bird would appear close enough to his clutches he would gently removed the note from its leg with his metal arm, place his flesh arm into one of his pouches and produce a handful of seed, and then proceed to place it on the ground.

“Travel safely, little one.”

He was the owner of a bird contract, it would be hard press to not say he had an affinity toward the winged creatures. His eyes would take a moment to scan the note, his own thoughts would begin percolating, but he would bite his tongue. This was a note that needed the eyes of the Kazekage.

So he would depart, as silently and quickly as he appeared.

OOC: took the note, fed the bird, read the note, heading to Kazekage

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