There were few sounds at this time of the night, just the sounds of the leaves blowing in the wind, the creaking of the trees, and the inane chatter of shinobi guarding the gates. It had been a sunny day filled with adventure, but now the sun had set, creating darkness that cast itself like velvet rugs on the hard-pressed ground at the foot of the gates of Konoha. A pale hand found itself holding onto the gate frame for a second. The wood was strangely warm to the touch, as if holding a hidden flame within. The intricately carved bullistrade was covered with various sorts of seals to prevent teleportation or the like into the village - ancient runes that even the best shinobi could never hope to pierce.
But why bother when the gate was open.
In normal circumstances, Migoya would have waited patiently for a gate guard or the like to approach him, where he would simply show his passport and leave. But time was of the essence, and he needed to, once again, get out of this gods-forsaken place. Konoha had shown that it was somewhat… slow in responding, and he didnt have the time to wait.
He had warned them. They turned it back into an accusation. Certainly, Takeshi had been more than reasonable but still the man irked him. He had been very polite, but for what purpose? The truth was there - they HATED each other, but each knew that should one raise their hand against the other there would be conflict. Indeed, conflict would eventually come to Konoha if Akkuma had his way, but Migoya would not be the instigator. Let Akkuma do that himself if he wanted that - it took enough of Migoya’s energy to keep Kiko and Yong from wrecking the place again. Perhaps Takeshi had figured out that Migoya was the dam holding back the wave of destruction against Konoha, a dam that was quickly losing patience. Perhaps a little of the Will of Fire still smouldered in Migoya’s blackened heart, a hope of one day being proud of his home village again.
Wearing his simple black robe and grasping a strange, glowing white staff Migoya simply walked forward between the gates, his other hand clearly showing a purple passport in the staffs dim glow. Mikki rested on his shoulder, but a measure of the normal affection was gone - he still was miffed about getting told off in front of the Hokage. Migoya knew though that the puppet would soon get over it, especially if he could kill something. There was no attempt at hiding, nor of stopping.
“Nephew - keep up”, Migoya said jokingly back to his armoured nephew, a wry smirk appearing on his pale face. He looked upwards at the ANBU and other gate guards looking down at the trio and gave them a polite nod. Part of him hoped they gave him a reason to stretch his muscles after so long, but mostly he wanted out of this place that messed up his emotions.
It was far easier being scary Myakashi Migoya out in the dreary world after all.
[Group Force Exit - 60 mins - halved due to Half the Time Cards (Migoya and Yong) - 30 mins run time]
But why bother when the gate was open.
In normal circumstances, Migoya would have waited patiently for a gate guard or the like to approach him, where he would simply show his passport and leave. But time was of the essence, and he needed to, once again, get out of this gods-forsaken place. Konoha had shown that it was somewhat… slow in responding, and he didnt have the time to wait.
He had warned them. They turned it back into an accusation. Certainly, Takeshi had been more than reasonable but still the man irked him. He had been very polite, but for what purpose? The truth was there - they HATED each other, but each knew that should one raise their hand against the other there would be conflict. Indeed, conflict would eventually come to Konoha if Akkuma had his way, but Migoya would not be the instigator. Let Akkuma do that himself if he wanted that - it took enough of Migoya’s energy to keep Kiko and Yong from wrecking the place again. Perhaps Takeshi had figured out that Migoya was the dam holding back the wave of destruction against Konoha, a dam that was quickly losing patience. Perhaps a little of the Will of Fire still smouldered in Migoya’s blackened heart, a hope of one day being proud of his home village again.
Wearing his simple black robe and grasping a strange, glowing white staff Migoya simply walked forward between the gates, his other hand clearly showing a purple passport in the staffs dim glow. Mikki rested on his shoulder, but a measure of the normal affection was gone - he still was miffed about getting told off in front of the Hokage. Migoya knew though that the puppet would soon get over it, especially if he could kill something. There was no attempt at hiding, nor of stopping.
“Nephew - keep up”, Migoya said jokingly back to his armoured nephew, a wry smirk appearing on his pale face. He looked upwards at the ANBU and other gate guards looking down at the trio and gave them a polite nod. Part of him hoped they gave him a reason to stretch his muscles after so long, but mostly he wanted out of this place that messed up his emotions.
It was far easier being scary Myakashi Migoya out in the dreary world after all.
[Group Force Exit - 60 mins - halved due to Half the Time Cards (Migoya and Yong) - 30 mins run time]
