Akkuma walked at the front of the clan, loud music blasting and their menagerie of exotic animals roaring. The guards of Iwagakure would hear the procession of the clan long before they saw it. Banners flying the clan symbol were held aloft by those astride those amazing beasts. Blood red eyes took in the two large statues guarding the entrance to Iwagakure, Akkuma looked upon the structures with amazement. 'Now that's impressive...' he thought to himself letting out an impressed whistle. "Uzi...would you check out those impressive statues. I wonder what the rest of the place is like..." with those words he would proceed forwards towards the gates ahead of the clan. Naturally Uziuke would accompany his brother to the gates. The clan came to a halt as Akkuma raised his hand for silence, still walking forwards the clans ruckus would die to silence. None disobeyed their clan leader the punishment was something far worse then death.
"Iwagakure-nin! Greetings from the Miroku Clan!" he would call out in his powerful voice full of warmth and joy. He wondered how many looked upon the horde that was before their gates. The robed demon with his various scrolls adorning him stood there proudly awaiting whoever would greet them. Akkuma wondered what kind of a greeting they would get with such a large group. Granted it was just Akkuma and Uziuke who approached the gates but many of the clans members wished to do trade and earn some yen. After all how else would they make their living, the Miroku Clan intended to leave a good lasting impression. They definitely had an entrance beasts of all sizes and natures were among his clan, beasts for trade and ones for entertainment. But that was just one of many things they offered, they catered to all needs civilian and shinobi alike.
Akkuma stood at his impressive height of 6'2" robes billowing in the wind. Two horns protruded from his forehead large and full of tainted chakra. The half-demons blood coloured eyes were ready to focus upon any who approached them. The look in his eyes showed warmth and the eagerness of being at a new destination. Now all they needed was to be let in, hopefully their journey hadn't been for nought.
"Iwagakure-nin! Greetings from the Miroku Clan!" he would call out in his powerful voice full of warmth and joy. He wondered how many looked upon the horde that was before their gates. The robed demon with his various scrolls adorning him stood there proudly awaiting whoever would greet them. Akkuma wondered what kind of a greeting they would get with such a large group. Granted it was just Akkuma and Uziuke who approached the gates but many of the clans members wished to do trade and earn some yen. After all how else would they make their living, the Miroku Clan intended to leave a good lasting impression. They definitely had an entrance beasts of all sizes and natures were among his clan, beasts for trade and ones for entertainment. But that was just one of many things they offered, they catered to all needs civilian and shinobi alike.
Akkuma stood at his impressive height of 6'2" robes billowing in the wind. Two horns protruded from his forehead large and full of tainted chakra. The half-demons blood coloured eyes were ready to focus upon any who approached them. The look in his eyes showed warmth and the eagerness of being at a new destination. Now all they needed was to be let in, hopefully their journey hadn't been for nought.
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Gates entered with Uziuke