The sun shone its happy afternoon beams of warming light onto the peaceful village teeming with its normal afternoon activities, the sounds of a merchant yelling at his uncooperative oxen and the gentle laughter of some nearby Shinobi obviously on a break by the redness in their noses and cheeks. A thousand other sounds moved upwards to the supernatural ears of the armoured Shinobi telling him that the Myakashi's return had not interrupted the calm of the village.
Somehow though the only sounds Yong could focus on were his heartbeat and the sound of his own boots as they crunched softly along the gravel path as he made his way to the top of the Hokage Monument, the faces of the Shadows of Leaf standing as if in silent judgement of the decadence of the village they watched over with their stony blind gaze...
Slowing to a stop he moved to the centre of the lookout above the monument now out of sight beneath him. His armour clinked and stretched audibly as he moved into a kneeling position, his body and his expressionless masked face now pointing in the direction of the closest ocean to the south-east, and the deep waters beyond.
Yong's hands moved to rest on his folded knees, unarmoured palms facing upwards and resting one upon the other. Now that he had reached his destination his heart boomed like a drum of war in his chest, he could feel his heartrate increasing as the sounds of both the path behind him and the village far below were now left behind...
How quickly the Hokage had allowed the darkness of the past into the heart of his village, Migoya meant to move for peace, if only temporarily. What was more, now Migoya and he were to dine with an enemy once sworn to blood and pain... He was not questioning the logic or the tactical benifits of moving Konoha against the greater threats boiling within the great deserts to the west. No, he would support his leader even if it meant his death and the metaphor was almost poetic: Who better to protect the Shadow than the Darkness itself...
The kneeling Shinobi exhaled deeply, trying to calm his racing heart. He closed his eyes, his mind offering a silent prayer in the direction of the oceans deep and dark waters. His chest would rise and fall with each deep breath, his kneeling form silhouetted by the bright afternoon sun. He could feel the temperature of his armour increase as it was bathed in the suns both destructive and life giving rays. Yong reached his hand up to his face, slowly removing the concealing mask and lowering it to its latch on his hip him as he finished his prayer.
A warm smile came over his face as he stood once more. He moved to the safety rail that had been added to the top of the monument, a new addition since his time in Konoha. Removing a cigarette from some concealed pouch or holster and placing it between his lips. The tip flaired into burning life as he inhaled the warm smoke deeply into his lungs, the tobacco quickly entering his bloodstream. The Sage exhaled slowly, letting the smoke drift away with the almost imperceptible afternoon breeze as he leaned his forearms on the sturdy guard rail in front of him.
Soon he would have to make his way to the home of the Hokage for a dinner at a table he had not right to eat at... Perhaps it was a trap? Perhaps the great Takeshi truly wished to hear Migoya out? What was Migoya willing to risk?
But those were questions that would be answered once night fell onto the world and they dined and spoke their words with the Hokage. War or Peace... Well the big questions could wait, for now he would just finish his cigarette and let the afternoon pass on beneath him.
Somehow though the only sounds Yong could focus on were his heartbeat and the sound of his own boots as they crunched softly along the gravel path as he made his way to the top of the Hokage Monument, the faces of the Shadows of Leaf standing as if in silent judgement of the decadence of the village they watched over with their stony blind gaze...
Slowing to a stop he moved to the centre of the lookout above the monument now out of sight beneath him. His armour clinked and stretched audibly as he moved into a kneeling position, his body and his expressionless masked face now pointing in the direction of the closest ocean to the south-east, and the deep waters beyond.
Yong's hands moved to rest on his folded knees, unarmoured palms facing upwards and resting one upon the other. Now that he had reached his destination his heart boomed like a drum of war in his chest, he could feel his heartrate increasing as the sounds of both the path behind him and the village far below were now left behind...
How quickly the Hokage had allowed the darkness of the past into the heart of his village, Migoya meant to move for peace, if only temporarily. What was more, now Migoya and he were to dine with an enemy once sworn to blood and pain... He was not questioning the logic or the tactical benifits of moving Konoha against the greater threats boiling within the great deserts to the west. No, he would support his leader even if it meant his death and the metaphor was almost poetic: Who better to protect the Shadow than the Darkness itself...
The kneeling Shinobi exhaled deeply, trying to calm his racing heart. He closed his eyes, his mind offering a silent prayer in the direction of the oceans deep and dark waters. His chest would rise and fall with each deep breath, his kneeling form silhouetted by the bright afternoon sun. He could feel the temperature of his armour increase as it was bathed in the suns both destructive and life giving rays. Yong reached his hand up to his face, slowly removing the concealing mask and lowering it to its latch on his hip him as he finished his prayer.
A warm smile came over his face as he stood once more. He moved to the safety rail that had been added to the top of the monument, a new addition since his time in Konoha. Removing a cigarette from some concealed pouch or holster and placing it between his lips. The tip flaired into burning life as he inhaled the warm smoke deeply into his lungs, the tobacco quickly entering his bloodstream. The Sage exhaled slowly, letting the smoke drift away with the almost imperceptible afternoon breeze as he leaned his forearms on the sturdy guard rail in front of him.
Soon he would have to make his way to the home of the Hokage for a dinner at a table he had not right to eat at... Perhaps it was a trap? Perhaps the great Takeshi truly wished to hear Migoya out? What was Migoya willing to risk?
But those were questions that would be answered once night fell onto the world and they dined and spoke their words with the Hokage. War or Peace... Well the big questions could wait, for now he would just finish his cigarette and let the afternoon pass on beneath him.