Itonami had sat near the voting booths watching as shinobi and citizens alike walked back and forth placing their votes for the next Raikage. Ataeru gave a sigh as he flipped through the newspaper, his pink tinted sun glasses low as to not obstruct his reading. Though to be fair he was mainly looking into the notes about those who would be running. Ataeru was not sure how he felt about Shin-sama. He was a great Raikage without a doubt but Ataeru often felt him be a little too gentle. To put it simply he was what they needed at the time and his work was well done. Ataeru would miss Shin, for intellectuals over raw meat heads were so very difficult to find.
Ataeru brushed a lock of his white multicolored hair out of his face. So Shin decided that an election should be done and not the council just picking. Ataeru chuckled to himself, of course he would. Shina always thought about the people first. He reached down to put his wooden sandals back on and walked over to the voting booths. He rolled up his newspaper and decided that he would play a guessing game. He had been gone for about five years and as such knew not how the world had changed everyone and what they were like. A newspaper would have things set up so no one really looked bad. Honestly, the data in newspapers are awful but any information is better than none.
He shifted slightly and placed his vote, put his hat back on in case it rained and walked out as if nothing had happened. Honestly he felt like he had no right to vote since he was gone so long but since everyone was hyping it to him as he walked through the streets, the feeling…the emotions just pulled him too. He was happy despite this being a sadder occasion. Hopefully whomever won would do a good job.
[MFT]
[Entered, Voted, Left]
Ataeru brushed a lock of his white multicolored hair out of his face. So Shin decided that an election should be done and not the council just picking. Ataeru chuckled to himself, of course he would. Shina always thought about the people first. He reached down to put his wooden sandals back on and walked over to the voting booths. He rolled up his newspaper and decided that he would play a guessing game. He had been gone for about five years and as such knew not how the world had changed everyone and what they were like. A newspaper would have things set up so no one really looked bad. Honestly, the data in newspapers are awful but any information is better than none.
He shifted slightly and placed his vote, put his hat back on in case it rained and walked out as if nothing had happened. Honestly he felt like he had no right to vote since he was gone so long but since everyone was hyping it to him as he walked through the streets, the feeling…the emotions just pulled him too. He was happy despite this being a sadder occasion. Hopefully whomever won would do a good job.
[MFT]
[Entered, Voted, Left]