Inside the safe, high, fortified walls of Soon's Haven: a merchant community that subsists solely on trade between the denizens of Wind Country and those in lands beyond the great sea such as Tea Country. The Lords of Soons Haven live differently than the rest of us, every pleasure within arm's reach and no limit to satisfying their whim except the depth of their pockets and the grace of the Diamyo. The Diamyo who has been visiting Soons Haven these past few weeks, the same man who announced the anticipated fall of Sunagakure much to the Merchant Lords dismay. Housed for now at the highest point in the village, sat this very same Diamyo.
"Sir...?" A gentle rapping of a door already adjacent heralded this intruder by only seconds before he burst into the temporary office space. "Sir!" the man repeated, his voice sounding distressed.
"Yes, Mister Ishihara," the Diamyo replied, his voice sounding bored as his fingertips drummed the fine rich wooden surface of his desk.
"The storm... The s-storm is gone!" The seemingly rattled man exclaimed.
"Oh, is it now... took them long enough to find Sunahoshi Daisuke," the Diamyo replied, his voice seemingly laced with happiness which could be seen by some as an unusual trait. "That means that Subnagakure can finally crawl out of their hole. I am sure that my army will be sufficient." The Diamyo laced his fingers together and rested them on the desk. "Call Commander Mimasuya, ready the Soverign... tell them that Sunagakure is out." He ordered, his hand shooing his servant away.
Yes, now might be a time for celebration but little did they know that the maelstrom was an indicator for when the Diamyo would finally intervene. The malestrom was created to keep Sunagakure in their place. A sovereign entity within Wind Country, external to the influence of the Diamyos or even the Shogun, the power the shinobi people wielded was immense and terrible. Enough so that it was time to put the mangy dog down before it went mad. These past three decades had not been wasted, there was a massive disparity in strength between the civilians and those gifted with chakra manipulation. There was a gap that needed to be filled and it was. They had the tools and the skills to put these shinobis finally in their place, the ground!
"Sir...?" A gentle rapping of a door already adjacent heralded this intruder by only seconds before he burst into the temporary office space. "Sir!" the man repeated, his voice sounding distressed.
"Yes, Mister Ishihara," the Diamyo replied, his voice sounding bored as his fingertips drummed the fine rich wooden surface of his desk.
"The storm... The s-storm is gone!" The seemingly rattled man exclaimed.
"Oh, is it now... took them long enough to find Sunahoshi Daisuke," the Diamyo replied, his voice seemingly laced with happiness which could be seen by some as an unusual trait. "That means that Subnagakure can finally crawl out of their hole. I am sure that my army will be sufficient." The Diamyo laced his fingers together and rested them on the desk. "Call Commander Mimasuya, ready the Soverign... tell them that Sunagakure is out." He ordered, his hand shooing his servant away.
Yes, now might be a time for celebration but little did they know that the maelstrom was an indicator for when the Diamyo would finally intervene. The malestrom was created to keep Sunagakure in their place. A sovereign entity within Wind Country, external to the influence of the Diamyos or even the Shogun, the power the shinobi people wielded was immense and terrible. Enough so that it was time to put the mangy dog down before it went mad. These past three decades had not been wasted, there was a massive disparity in strength between the civilians and those gifted with chakra manipulation. There was a gap that needed to be filled and it was. They had the tools and the skills to put these shinobis finally in their place, the ground!