Rivers in the Desert

He had not known how long he had been traversing these desert plains. Maybe for a few days.. Maybe for a few weeks. The young male didn't care how long he had been in these sands. As the sands billowed against his cloak he peered from its darkness from the hood trying to make heads or tails of his surroundings. With an outdated map of the surroundings clenched in his left hand, he stopped by an oasis to refuel on water and to assure himself this was what he needed. It had been a while since the siege on Konohagakure, and the time of his departure from a village that had lost its sense of justice. The ideal that had caused him to pursue the life of a hero broke and made the boy an enemy of the Shinobi lands. Did that bother him? Not in the slightest since in his eyes it was crooked. Staring at map with amber eyes he continue to look at the suggested path laid upon it before looking to to the right making an executive decision on where to go.

Moments soon passed before he had been on the path once more, the cloak billowing against the desert wind. Luckily he had been wearing a rather worn out pair of goggles that were doing their job for the time being, but for how long is the question. Within an hour he found himself in the domain of the village gates. He looked up at the structure for a moment wanting to reach out to touch it, but he knew against it. Instead he stood there and dropped his bag in front of him," Where is the leader of this village? I would like to speak with him or her." With that he would wait for someone to show up and talk to him.

As he stood there for a moment allowing his surroundings to be taken in fully underneath the visage of the goggles, he huffed a small sigh as he waited. Was whoever in charge of such a place too busy to see whom had been knocking at their door? Or maybe someone as "small" as him was too insignificant enough to meet. The thought had been playing inside of his mind for a while until a glimmer, no something akin to a gleam peeked his curiosity. As the unknown person landed onto the ground and rolled to meet him with a hand outstretched, he raised a covered brow before looking at the hand and observing it with some form of interest. If this had been the person he had been looking for then their form of introduction was lacking in his eyes and they seemed a little...misinterpreted. He had heard of some small tale of the monster that dwelt in this village, though his teachings taught him to never underestimate how someone looks.

From underneath the goggles he sized the woman up looking for any indication of if she was hostile or if the handshake was in any form dangerous. The look could not be seen but she could probably feel the judgemental stare as he spoke," I am to assume that you are the one whom the rumors speak of when Sunagakure is brought up? The monster of the sands? You are....not what I expected to be honest....," he waited for a moment as he took the hand into his and let the silence take over before speaking again," Yoshou. I have came a long way to join the efforts and ranks of this place...For personal reasons," he didn't trust this person to be the leader, but if the person he was here to meet was watching? He'd need to make sure there had been no reason to suspect him. His chances at getting revenge and...more importantly to impose change upon this world would be gone, but the young senju wasn't going to let it happen.

Yoshou hadn't been one to scare easily. As the female leaned toward him, her voice turning into a macabre-like whisper, his body stayed firmed and poised. He wasn't about to show any weakness after getting this far and he wasn't going to let someone he didn't know break him down. Too much had occurred for him to simply let it all unfold like this so with a curt smile he responded to her words in kind," Monsters indeed do come in all shape and sizes, but a monster also knows when to rear its hand and when to play the role of a stalk. In that regard it seems you like to skirt the line, almost tip into that chaotic balance to unhinge, but i've come here in lieu of that. Demands or not I won't be shaken. Call it bravery or stupidity, neither are foreign to me," his words sounded almost confused, but carried a distinct lacing of confidence. He knew he would not outright win in a fight in his current state, but he wasn't also going to back down from mere words.

It now came to the bread and butter of the conversation, his arm that he had outstretched returning underneath the cloak. He knew many would take this as a sign of hidden intent or the thoughts of attacking, but for him this was thought of. As his hand retreated into the darkness of the cloak, it would be pushed back and latched onto his left side by a piece of frayed Velcro showing that the male had no ornate weapons upon him. As the woman pried upon his intentions and reasons for being here, Yoshou would answer her until she mentioned him taking off his goggles. The mere thought was smart on her part, for they could be hiding something that could harm her yet the same could be said for him.

The cogs in his head began to turn as he shook his head and replied," And I prefer not being tempted with the thought of being deceived with a genjutsu or visual attack upon taking them off. Deceit can be seen in the eyes yet ones words show their true intentions. If you are trying to intimidate me or provoke me, neither will work. I know you only by name and I will not put my full trust into someone with that in mind. If you must know of my reasons for being here they are simple. A pursuit of power to rid the world of the shinobi system. Laugh if you want at my ambition, but I steadfast in it. After losing my home in Konoha and being betrayed of my morals in the system i once believed in...It is time for a change in it totality. With that being said, I came here to strengthen myself and in turn join this place. That is all you will learn of my reason of being here and my intentions. Believe them or not, I don't care," the ice cold tone was returned to the female as he relaxed his stance only slightly and waited.

The boy shook his head for a moment as he listened to the woman either mock him or commend him. He wasn't sure which it had been yet he didn't find either of them to be fond. As he peered over her through his googles to see those that had fallen from the previous era of Sunagakure he furrowed his brows and responded to her," There is a difference between what I am and what they were. They rushed in knowing they would die even with their vein attempt to change their fate. I know my fate goes one of two ways and i've thought on it. I am not running head first into a situation based on fear and a last resort. I am walking into this with a clear mind and understanding the consequences that might come from it. What makes me think I am ready to take up under him? Because i'm tired of being the pedestal people step on. I'm tired of people thinking they are Leviathans when they are mere garden snakes. I want to shake the very foundation of those in power and reboot the shinobi system, no matter the cost,"the words flowed effortlessly from him as he spoke, not a hint of doubt.

He believed in his own conviction and he was not going to back down from it. Kicking the bag over a she finished he laughed for a moment before looking back to her," Afraid of a traveler with naught more than a bag full of clothes and trinkets? These weapons you believe I have are not on my person or do you assume i'd be foolish enough to come to a place I hold no leverage with weapons that would label me a threat? My clothing is ragged from the battering sands but my body nor my mind have weakened...if anything the sands have tempered it. Go ahead and look within the bag should you feel I am lying. I carry no weapons on me. As she moved toward his googles however his right hand would move to stop hers, a palm meeting her fingers in defiance as he sighed once more," The only one I will bare my soul to is the Reaper who I will bargain with. So I will wait here until they show themselves and I am prepared to sit here until the time that they do. So what will you do knowing that I will not be moved by your provocation and your demands," the look was determination.

Many would call what he was doing foolish and a waste of potential if the Monster of the sands had been here. A defiance of not listening to someone under him could very well show a temperament that he would not listen to him, but it was quite the opposite. His defiance showed that he was willing to stand for himself and that in which he believed in...or just being plain stubborn, but that was yet to be seen.