It was a long time since Shin had ventured these private halls, especially this far of from the rest of the buildings that held the proud ANBU corp. He remeber walking through these sames walls to speak to Saito when he was ANBU sennin; how much time had changed. It was still the same day of which Yuuto was banished from the village and Shin still had to deal with its aftermath. The village was still in a stumble as Shin did his best to keep the village, but he knew his efforts would eventually go in vain. These might be his final time walking through these walls as the raikage. At least, the raikage should find something to remember him by.
Shin had traveled many steps up the tower before reaching the last step into an open area where the cold wind could be heard like a fleeting air through a wooden whistle. The smell of burning coal and brimstone filled the air like an emollient aroma of warm tea. A burly figure could be seen at the far distance.
"Saito-san?" Shin inquired as he calmly walked toward the smelter where the figure stood.
Shin had traveled many steps up the tower before reaching the last step into an open area where the cold wind could be heard like a fleeting air through a wooden whistle. The smell of burning coal and brimstone filled the air like an emollient aroma of warm tea. A burly figure could be seen at the far distance.
"Saito-san?" Shin inquired as he calmly walked toward the smelter where the figure stood.