Sango was gone, of course her disappearance was significant to very few people. One being the Otokage whose foothold in Wind Country depended on a marriage regardless of how short-lived it would have been. That was of course the first order, notifying her 'beloved' fiance that his future wife has gone missing. He took it well considering the fact that this was a sleight against not only him but also his people. He promised blood in exchange for her troubles and her fears. The Daimyo was quick to blame someone for her disappearance, Sunagakure. Yes, he had no idea if they had truly taken her but it did not matter. She never mattered until now in fact. Before this moment she was a waste of time and space, a murderer since the day she was born when she took the life of the only person who had value in the Daimyo's eyes. If it was anyone else he would have accepted Nao's offer to bring her back, even if she was nothing more than a beautiful hollow shell. But she was not anyone else and as the years passed he saw more and more of his beloved wife Michi every time he looked at her and he hated what he saw each and every time. He hoped whoever took her had already killed her, it would save him the time doing so when he pinned her ultimate death on Sunagakure to incite a war that would ensure his rightful place as the Shogun of Wind Country.
"Well done good and faithful son," a low but powerful voice boomed.
"Heh! Thanks pops," the giant redhead would announce. His face was battered and bruised with an array of fresh cuts and bruises. His arms were cut deeply as was his torso but most of his injuries were exposed beneath the muscle shirt he wore and the palm-printed shorts he donned. A pair of sunglasses rested in a mess of messy red hair. "Took them long enough to take her, if I hadda watch that little bitch one more night I would have done it myself," Shouki commented as he took a deep sip from a pineapple with a long, colorful silly straw. The beverage was exceptionally girly, coconut rum with pineapple juice and a little pink paper umbrella. "Also, my face feels awesome," the constant sting, the swollen cheek and brow that ached, even the pulling sense of scabs as his expressive face contorted into a maddened grin. "Shame I am too pretteh to stay like this for long," he took another sip but reached the bottom of his beverage.
"...I am so fucking bored," Shouki complained as he tossed his drink to the side.
"One more news conference and then you are free to go," Shiro announced.
Yeah... yeah," Shouki sighed acting more like a teen than a man.
"Just think about something happy so you can get all teary eyed. Just remember: a group of Sunan Jounins attacked you. You attempted to fight them off but their numbers overwhelmed you. You were rendered unconscious but considering the beating you took you are lucky that you are not dead. When you awake, Sango was gone." Shiro reiterated the story they already shared thrice before almost verbatim.
"I know... I know," Shouki waved it off. "I am not the dumb one, that was the other two shits," Shouki griped. "Also, when is mom coming home? Roku reported a mission failure. I would recall because I beat the shit outta him for sucking so hard."
"Couldn't you act more like a man of your stature?" Shiro let out an exasperated sigh.
"Like what? A bastard? On it."
"You. Know. What. I. Mean..." Shouki could be rather vexing at times. His love of games, his childish demeanor and his perverse nature made him a loose cannon at times. Still, he was the most tolerable of his youth, a devout young man who understood the value of their god. A man who was strong and commanded respect from his peers. It was a shame he was an illegitimate.
Good the reporters are here.
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"Well done good and faithful son," a low but powerful voice boomed.
"Heh! Thanks pops," the giant redhead would announce. His face was battered and bruised with an array of fresh cuts and bruises. His arms were cut deeply as was his torso but most of his injuries were exposed beneath the muscle shirt he wore and the palm-printed shorts he donned. A pair of sunglasses rested in a mess of messy red hair. "Took them long enough to take her, if I hadda watch that little bitch one more night I would have done it myself," Shouki commented as he took a deep sip from a pineapple with a long, colorful silly straw. The beverage was exceptionally girly, coconut rum with pineapple juice and a little pink paper umbrella. "Also, my face feels awesome," the constant sting, the swollen cheek and brow that ached, even the pulling sense of scabs as his expressive face contorted into a maddened grin. "Shame I am too pretteh to stay like this for long," he took another sip but reached the bottom of his beverage.
"...I am so fucking bored," Shouki complained as he tossed his drink to the side.
"One more news conference and then you are free to go," Shiro announced.
Yeah... yeah," Shouki sighed acting more like a teen than a man.
"Just think about something happy so you can get all teary eyed. Just remember: a group of Sunan Jounins attacked you. You attempted to fight them off but their numbers overwhelmed you. You were rendered unconscious but considering the beating you took you are lucky that you are not dead. When you awake, Sango was gone." Shiro reiterated the story they already shared thrice before almost verbatim.
"I know... I know," Shouki waved it off. "I am not the dumb one, that was the other two shits," Shouki griped. "Also, when is mom coming home? Roku reported a mission failure. I would recall because I beat the shit outta him for sucking so hard."
"Couldn't you act more like a man of your stature?" Shiro let out an exasperated sigh.
"Like what? A bastard? On it."
"You. Know. What. I. Mean..." Shouki could be rather vexing at times. His love of games, his childish demeanor and his perverse nature made him a loose cannon at times. Still, he was the most tolerable of his youth, a devout young man who understood the value of their god. A man who was strong and commanded respect from his peers. It was a shame he was an illegitimate.
Good the reporters are here.
[Topic left]
S Rank - 30 min.