A Meeting of Blood

Soft droplets of rain cascaded upon the ground and alike upon the brow of the silver haired Hoshimura as he looked up and smirked at the gleaming rift parting the rain clouds. Zraix Hoshimura stood at the center area in the water grounds hoping to have the pleasure of meeting with a man who was known far and wide throughout Hoshigakure, a man who he shared much with. He sported his Kisatsutai uniform with a short white cloak draped across his shoulders- at his sides were his faithful wakizashi to his right hip and newly upgraded chakra bonded katana to his left hip. he had no thought of needing them for this meeting but all the same brought them as he would on any regular day. "This is a change for sure.. I know so little about this man. Even what Lord Hogokage has mentioned barely supplies me with any notion of whom I am to meet.. That is, if he even decides to show up." He would sigh as he gave more thought to the man in question and if he had possibly overreached in seeking out this individual.

Shaking his head abruptly, beads of rain would wrest themselves from his hair. He knew he had but no choice- gaining strength was of the highest priority and he was limited at this point in his journey. Though he hated to admit it, there were secrets and powers of his clan that he had yet to tap into and he didnt have the slightest idea how to access them. With his father passing and his grandfather missing, he had to find another like him, so to speak- a shinobi, swordsman and warrior who had the god given gifts of the Hoshimura along with the killers instinct to wield them and hopefully impart that very knowledge. "To call him the pride of the Nova.. even Im a bit skeptical. Regardless of it being my own clansman.." He thought to himself as he crossed his arms and looked towards the entrance of the clearing in which he stood.

Hours passed and there was still no sign of the shinobi in question and even though Zraix was patient, his nerves were beginning to weigh on him. He was unsure if this shinobi would question him or try to test him in some way so he needed to keep his wits about him. "In any case, I have always been curious who the man behind all of this talk is. If nothing else, ill get the answers to my questions about whether this guy is the real deal.." He continued to wait, his hopes not yet dashed, as surely the an omen of sorts would approach.

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A dreary day like no other had come to the village. The red eyed male stared out of the window of the forge idly, contemplating on the day and what he could do to potentially make it worth while. A thought played inside of his mind of a blonde haired male that stepped into the forge looking for his kin, another member formally of the NOVA but had retired to live a life within the fires of Kagutsuchi. The black haired male was always curious on the acts of the Lion since their first meeting and did not get any other chances to do so. But one had presented itself today if he had remembered correctly. There was a place that he frequented at least to what he had been told by Morio, one where the Dragon Fledgling could meet the Lion himself. Interestingly enough there were many questions the Smith had for him and soon enough if he wanted to get out he would be able to. Taking in a deep breathe he would look over his shoulder to see Ryouma staring at him inquisitively as if he had been reading the black haired males mind. After a few moments he would turn and head into the back but not before screaming loudly into the forge that 'Rilo was plotting something' which in turned caused something to crash and hit the ground. A loud sigh came from him as he leaned off of the wall and headed to his room to get fully dressed. Dawning his usual attire, he would strap to his right side his Refined Katana, and above it nestled between his belt and shirt had been his true forged weapon, Enten. After fastening his boots he would head out into the rain. His crimson eyes, outlined by a ring of luminescent yellow would peer into the distance of the village before looking upward into the rain. Something was probably going to happen today and it was likely he would find enjoyment in it.

Either way, the Red Dragon would begin his descent into the village and head to the Water Gardens. Silently he would move through the riff and raff of the village keeping to himself for the most part. His trek was not long, but once he arrived there he would find that no one was there. Well at least not anyone. His eyes slowly glanced over at the one other person that had been in the area. White hair. Not who he had been looking for but when he had glanced at the eyes he would see that this was one of Hoshi's own. What was it...The Hoshimura. The supposed cousins of the Ametsuchi. He didn't bother to introduce himself, instead he moved to lean against one of the pillars near the fountain and remained quiet until the main reason he was here came. Once the Lion was here he would find out just what he needed and test his skills as they were. If Morio held him in high regard as a brother and rival, then there was something Rilo could learn from him.

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Shifting his focus to the young man who had entered the water gardens, Zraix couldn't help but be surprised. It appeared that the meeting set for him and Tsunayoshi had been extended to others who no doubt hailed from Hoshigakure. His glance would be short lived as he directed his focus back to the sky- it seemed this new black haired swordsman had no interest in engaging or introductions by his body language. The Hoshimura would indulge this bit of stand-offish behavior and maintain the silence that was interrupted only by drops of rain. "I wonder what could be taking him so long." He thought to himself. "He clearly received the invitation.. that much is obvious with the appearance of this newcomer." He had to admit that he was a bit bothered that this was turning into more of a pep rally than a one on one meeting, but all the same he would be able to meet the man in question and grow from this experience.

Hours passed and it was clear that the two swordsmen would be waiting for quite some time. Zraix would take a seat on a nearby boulder as he continued to wait, ensuring to keep the black haired swordman in his view but not making direct eye contact.

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