An Old Leaf meets the Lightning Lord (Nobo)

Here he was. Within the village of the Land of Lightning, and it was impressive. Maybe because it was the fact that he had not been within a village in sometime. Maybe because it differed from what he remembered of the Leaf village. Whether one or two were the true answers mattered not. He walked in silence as he made his way over to the structure that housed the Raikage's office. The last Raikage he could remember had been the brother of Viper Uchiha...a name he had only thought about once when it came it to an old friend. Ashie. A ping of sadness came across the male as he wondered what she and Tibbers, his pet bear, had been up to. Something that had to be looked into later, he fixed his scarf and looked forward with his single visible eye. It would slowly swirl into his three tomoe sharingan as he looked around, not menacingly yet in a way that would discern to him the state of the world. He could see the chakra of those walking about him and they were strong. Fluid even. Whatever had been going on inside of the world has been forcing people to get stronger...better...And that was both good and worrisome at the same time. In his day as a genin, you got strong to prove yourself or to show off. Maybe the rumors were true and the world had been getting prepared to go into war. If that was the case and he found out he would need to notify the Samurai so that they could be prepared for the worst.

Deactivating the crimson eye, his soft amber tones would appear back and he thought to himself," So the state of the world is teetering either for good or bad...what is the reason for this I wonder," he wasn't thinking as a shinobi, as the old him, but as the current him. A samurai...or ronin as some would label him. His stroll found himself at the door of the Raikage's Manor, and in front of the door he took in a deep breath and pushed the door open. His eyes would go from left to right before seeking the receptionist and giving her a polite bow," Greetings. I am here to seek an audience with the Raikage concerning a few things, could you kindly direct me to him?," he'd give a small but polite smile as he awaited a response and soon directions. Once they were given he would begin to head toward the office, he would hum lightly to himself as he looked around. He had heard small tales about this office and those that occupied it but it seemed to have seen better times now. As he approached the door he would rap upon it three times before awaiting an answer and then coming in," I hope I am not interrupting. My name in Shinori, a samurai hailing from the Land of Iron." He would start from a simple introduction to get a take on the Raikage and see where it would go from there.

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Something was not right. The desk, usually stacked on either side with incoming and outgoing, was pristine. The Raikage furled his brow. Had he been working faster than usual? Did some ungodly amount of paperwork fly out the window? Would this come to bite him back in the ass eventually? No, unlikely.

He clasped at his right wrist with his left hand, massaging the thick joint. Had it gotten smaller? Had he been pushing too many pens across sheets of paper? He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Ichigo had warned him about stress and his heart rate. The Raikage swirled around in his chair, and looked outside the ceiling high windows upon his village, built atop the many peaks of the mountain chain.

It was glorious. It was his to protect. He was not their lord. He was not their leader. He was their servant.

A quick rap on the door drew him back into reality. Turning around, he called out to whoever was on the other side of the door, before standing up to receive the visitor.

Clad in his Darkened Skies, the white robe of the Raikage rested on the back of his chair, while the hat sat at the right hand of the table in front of him. He looked at the stranger across his makeshift home gym as they walked through the oak doors with his singular black eye, whereas the lilac eye hid underneath the eyepatch that covered him from forehead to the jaw, attentive to the gait and posture of the man. Shinori, a samurai from the Land of Iron. So far from home; dire times indeed.

“Greetings, Shinori. I am Noboru Kaito, Eleven Raikage of Kumogakure. Please, take a seat”, he would offer as he circled his left hand towards the black leather couch to his left. “Can I offer you a drink? Some sake, perhaps?” Should the samurai accept it, Noboru would produce two wooden cups from the cabinet to his right, as well as some honey sake, and offer the stranger a full cup. “What brings you to this corner of the world, Shinori?”


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WC: 356

Eleventh...My how the title has thrived in these years. As he came toward the couch he would rest his Katana upon the back of it gently, the old man of a sword had seen many a battle and was weary but for now it could rest. Slowly he would sit down as he looked about the room for a moment with the only eye that could be seen and smiled," Sake sounds pleasant actually.Thank you," at least it was comforting to see people still had manners. As the cup was given to the aging ronin he would take a small sip and sit the cup down gently upon the table as he spoke," I have not been in the lands of Shinobi for quite some time...one might say decades honestly. Time has a way of escaping you honestly, but I remember when I left my home on a journey of knowledge and self discovery. Much has changed in that time from what I can see of my last time here. There's been quite a few more Raikage than I can remember... But I am rambling," he would admit as he rubbed the back of his head.

Taking the cup back into his hands he would hold it for a moment as he looked into it, seemingly in thought before he spoke," From inside the Lands of Iron you hear tales of the tales of our villages...and i hear that Konoha is on the decline and many other events that had caused many other villages and others to die. One of which that interests me is the family of Viper Uchiha...and the fall of the Leaf. It was originally my home before...but that matters not. What should matter is what happens going forward," he would take a sip interesting in hearing what the Lightning lord would impart onto him about the current state of affairs.

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WC: 385
TWC: 741