Wind of Change

Shinobi villages, lead by the powerful and ambitious. A symbol of the land they inhabit as the secret fighting force that kept the rest of the world in check from potential conflict and a deterrent of war. Each village was built with a goal in mind and a leader that could enforce it. Some had histories that spanned such a length of time and history that thinking of a world where they didn’t exist was impossible to fathom. Others were like the start of a forest fire, suddenly catching wind and growing to a size that threatened to overtake all around them. These few villages either burnt themselves out, were snuffed by others or left their mark on the world and forged their standing to this day.

Hyogagakure was one of these new villages both built on a history of an older standing and as new as a child learning to take its first step. It drew off the lineage of Yukigakure a long lost village of the Yuki clan, a people whose very DNA adapted to the harsh storms and blizzards of the land to become wielders of its destructive power, while bringing a new wind of change and power in itself with its leader Satoru Jugo. A former Missing-Ninja that traveled the world, spreading his name to be known by even the other leaders of the various villages. With his guidance and ambition he drew those of like minded individuals wandering the world and bringing back the very people who called the Land of Snow their home. These people who strived for power and strength to make their will upon the world around them known and felt. With his leadership Hyogagakure was made into a what the world would consider a Major Shinobi Village quickly.

Today though a new change was being announced and the Shinobi, former vagabonds, missing-ninjas and old citizens of Yukigakure, could feel the energy in the air of this new development. They gathered near the Royal Palace to hear this announcement. Normally there would be muttering and whispers of the people while they awaited to hear what was to come but the militaristic reign had instilled a discipline into its inhabitants. They stood in their places, at ease, focused and alert, those of the shinobi force donning their armor and masks. Each uniform and yet a uniqueness to the person who wore it to showcase the changes and achievements they had been awarded for their services.

Ryko was one of these many Shinobis, his mask plan and simple beyond the scars on his mask that matched his own scars that he had on his face. These slight differences spoke of the young man’s own growth and power he had gained since joining the village. Normally he would be one to be rowdy and loud, voicing his annoyance and impatience at ceremonies like this one but he was not yet a point where his strength and position allowed him such freedom so he stood there unbothered by the cold and wind his Yuki bloodline making it feel like a summer breeze. He knew there were others in similar positions and this would be the first chance that he would have to interact with them and he looked forward to seeing where he stood in placement of those closest to his standing. He had not yet met their Kage or Diamyo and he knew not the reason for the assembly but he could feel the charge in the air and he hoped that he would not be disappointed by what was passed to them on this day.

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