Click... Click... Click. The forboding sounds of footsteps down the hall, a stance so strong despite whatever may have been tossed within their direction. A mission had been placed on the table. Something that had to be done, something that needed to be said. With everyone running around like chickens with their damned heads cut off, it was absolutely absurd. Lifting up a hand in a swift motion, her one handed seals would move as swift as the wind, water, and ice she held her affinities in. Her visage would take on Endo's image and she would lift up her other hand, stopping for a brief moment in front of a reflective surface. It was eerie, looking upon the face of a dead man... The hat she had taken from the scene would now be placed down atop of her head, and she would adjust it to hang just enough to obscure a better bit of her fake image. Still, she could feel the pains that reverberated through her very soul... She could feel every explosion, every angry attack directed towards her, even though her flesh was healing up quite nicely and her fatigue had long since left her. It was a scarily real situation that she had been placed into, and it made her feel disgusted by everything that happened at the gates, that extended into the village, that made it's mark upon the village of Iwagakure and surely etched it's mark into the stone of the Earthen country. Bringing a hand up, she'd press it against her brow line that was carefully etched into another person's as she attempted to dispel the images that burned themselves into her mind. It was a stress disorder, she was sure of it. It made her stomach flip, turn, and otherwise made her feel like a general mess. She hated the burning feeling that it left her with, but she would thrive, and survive. That was just her nature. Turning swiftly on her foot, she would take up what she imagined Endo's very stance to be and she would place her arms back behind her back, peering around the Spire with a critical eye. Would there be anyone around to question? Nah, she didn't think so. At least, it was nothing to stressful that she was doing here. Just walking.
Down the hall now, and into the the clutch of the set of offices that lined it. Now, she would seek out the particular office that she needed to enter. It was Endo's, naturally, but she could see some people trying to chop and screw it. Hah. Ah well. Making her way over to the door, she would lift her hand up, but first... Through the man's personal effects, she would pull free a set of keys and peer at it. One, two, three. Key after key, she would use the correct one to now open the door. Turning the knob, she would pressure open the door with her shoulder and look around. A dead man's office was bleak, no? Flicking on the light, she would close the door behind her and slip the lock back into place. Pulling the hat from her features, they would meld back into the blonde's visage now as she looked around through her crystalline blue eyes. Well, it was time to work, no? Stepping over to the desk, she would position a waste bin at the end of it and swipe any non-paperwork related articles into the trash. Pictures, knickknacks, anything that might have rested there would be gone. The clutter made her shake just the slightest of bits, small images flashing behind her eyes of more.. and more explosions that she had no dictation over. Things that she could not control... Shaking her head from side to side, she would toss the hat into the chair at the desk and she would place herself in a sitting position on the desktop, letting out a small sigh. Her fingertips would reach up and brush against the depression of her headset, transmitting on all frequencies available:
"People of Iwagakure. . . Rejoice, as today is the day that you are freed from your tyrant's grips, the threats of war with larger nations is nigh... To the people who may be unaware of the situation at hand, I will explain it: Inu Endo planned on war with any and all nations that he could get his hands on. Sunagakure, Kumogakure, and I'm sure that he would even attempt to rear his head into Kirigakure if it were still a thriving land." Her voice would echo eerily throughout the waves and she would take a small breath away from the microphone: "I have made you all my priority, your protector. Some may agree with the notions of senseless war, but I will firmly state one thing: I will not lead my people into chaos and destruction. As much as I believe that killing is not the way to go about things, your Ex-Kage murdered a messenger in cold blood and attempted to take my life as well when I addressed him about his intentions for war. As much as this notion is feared, it is my intention to use my political prowess to attempt to patch up any and all relations with the other Shinobi nations. I will make right what was wronged. Simply have faith in me to make a tight situation better. We may walk on egg shells for days or weeks after our ex-leader's treason, but I promise you that I will not allow this to lead into months nor years of tension and anger." Her eyes were closed now. Did this make sense? If only Akechi had been here to coach her on, to push her forward, but... She would make it through. She had done so before, and nothing would be too hard for her. "Inu Endo, whilst proving himself a coward of the ages, brought many people great harm. However, for every bit of harm that he caused my people, I brought it back tenfold. Inu Endo has died. He is no more..." How do you drop a bomb like that to everyone that could hear? Oh right, it was called a little thing having a pair. "I hope that he will be the only person that I have to bring an end to, as I do not like sullying the nation in blood. I pray that his soul finds peace in the afterlife. A proper ceremony will be set up for family members, friends, and all who wish to attend. I will not deny that much of my people, especially if they feel that he may have done nothing wrong. I implore you all, though, to think first off with your heads rather than your hearts at this point. We've nothing more to worry about than patching up relations with everyone else within the world."
"Today, as preposterous as it may sound, I, Minamoto-Kono Haruka, the Twenty-third Daimyo, daughter of Mizukage Minamoto Taro, and the hand of Justice, will take up the mantle of the protectorate of this village. I, whether there is objection or not, take up the position of Tsuchikage as mandated by the old laws of Iwagakure. Where one falls, another must rise. And I will rise to the occasion. Any opposition, please take the time to sleep on it, perhaps mull over breakfast on it... Because I will not back down from the challenge of leading this great nation into something great. Sennin, we will meet on this later to discuss the implications of this situation. For now, Iwagakure, I hope you all have a wonderful day. Transmission, over." Now, it was just time to wait for the shitstorm to brew over, right? Riiighto. Pacing her way over to the area at the door, she would flick the light off and slide down the door, using her body as a stopper now.
A hand would lift and she would place it against her neck as she closed her eyes. A little silence. That was all that she needed. After all, time would tell what sophisticated chaos would come for the young woman.
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