The salty spray of the ocean water coming over the railing of the ship was invigorating to the others standing on the deck, to Hoshikata it was just something that happened. Nothing could bring more energy to his step than what he was about to do. His golden eyes turn down to the headband in his hands, holding the symbol of the village of Kumogakure upon it like it was something to be proud of. Such an antiquated method of identification they were, when compared to the chakra marks of his own former home. The Seer turns his hand over, looking at the water crown crest permanently burned into his flesh just under each wrist.
It once glowed black for the hidden realm of the spy network, then it was a brilliant blue for the Mizukage rank itself. Now it sat a mere dull gray against his burnished golden skin. It never quite sank in that he no longer had a home, for the world itself was not even his home now. He was beyond such things, this was not his home but his playground. A god did not care if he belonged, it simply crushed that which dissented.
Cloud may well prove to be such a voice of dissent, something that would need to be squashed beneath the hell of his boot and left to rot into nothingness. And this headband would be the tool he used to make that feat happen. He thought he could do to it as Mist, freeze the land under his wrath, but he was too new to his power to truly grasp the knowledge of how he had done even that. He would much prefer a conflict of some sort. Chaos sustained him, after all.
As the ship steams through the swells of the ocean, a smile crosses his face. He could bring chaos to this land, a conflict that had not been seen since the shinobi wars of old. And this headband, it would be the method of delivery.
(Country left. S rank so 30 minutes + 1hr = 90 minutes to arrival)
It once glowed black for the hidden realm of the spy network, then it was a brilliant blue for the Mizukage rank itself. Now it sat a mere dull gray against his burnished golden skin. It never quite sank in that he no longer had a home, for the world itself was not even his home now. He was beyond such things, this was not his home but his playground. A god did not care if he belonged, it simply crushed that which dissented.
Cloud may well prove to be such a voice of dissent, something that would need to be squashed beneath the hell of his boot and left to rot into nothingness. And this headband would be the tool he used to make that feat happen. He thought he could do to it as Mist, freeze the land under his wrath, but he was too new to his power to truly grasp the knowledge of how he had done even that. He would much prefer a conflict of some sort. Chaos sustained him, after all.
As the ship steams through the swells of the ocean, a smile crosses his face. He could bring chaos to this land, a conflict that had not been seen since the shinobi wars of old. And this headband, it would be the method of delivery.
(Country left. S rank so 30 minutes + 1hr = 90 minutes to arrival)