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Shiro HyugaDeputy Kage
- Stat Page : The Coming Storm
Clan Focus : Weaponry
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 378800
I Will Not Fall In Love. (Event Thread)
Yesterday at 3:42 pm
The crisp fall wind grazed Shiro’s skin while he strode around the village. The coming and changing of seasons always made him nostalgic of previous months of the year. Yet this November would go down as one of his favorites. The white haired shinobi had recently been granted his place back on the leadership of Kirigakure. The people were. . . ecstatic to say the least. He had not made it into a formal ceremony, not until he got the village back into order, but the first thing he wanted to do was to explore the other parts of the main island. Kirigakure was known to be expansive, with many rain forests and pathways that could be a good hike and bonding experience for his fellow shinobi. It was during the early hours of the morning, right as he was walking towards the Mizukage estate, that he turned towards one of the shinobi guarding the front doors.
“Umi, could you send a message to Nemui and a few other shinobi for me?” He asked, the auburn haired kunoichi responded with a simple nod before vanishing in a puff of smoke. Shiro had a feeling that some of his shinobi would be far more likely to listen to him now that he had risen up from Deputy to the actual Mizukage. Yet he knew that Akabayashi had granted it to him out of courtesy. He still remembered those days of hatred that had been held in his heart, but those days had to be pushed to the side, he could not, and would not, strike Akabayashi down. He was first and foremost a valuable ally, and the key to potentially meeting this fabled “Queen of the Moon” that he’s heard so much about. The mist could use allies, especially with Hoshigakure so far away. He couldn’t risk himself being open, not when Konoha could knock on his door at any moment. His fears would come to pass soon enough. The white haired hyuuga makes himself comfortable inside of the estate. His eyes tracing the navy blue walls, the oak had been etched with the symbol for water at its center. It was a fascinating choice for design, yet it was one to remind those that weren’t from Kirigakure that they were no longer at home. Shiro chuckled at the thought, he wanted strength, and his position, and he had acquired those in spades.
The time for peace was beginning to wane, the leaves of autumn had begun to fall all throughout the morning. Shiro watched the clock with indifference, his pen striking once again at the letters he’d have to send towards the Daimyo and to other lords both inside of Kirigakure, and those on the isles of the Land of Water. He had already sent word out towards those in the far south to keep an eye on the borders. He had received word of boats, travelers heading along the coastline of the farthest island and sailing off to the south. Kiri sat in the center of the world, a hub of trade that had been stifled thanks to the storm barrier. A precaution that was practical, but would not help Kirigakure in the long run. The clock's ticking made Shiro tap his finger to the beat of the clock. Each tick signifying a tempo of 1 beat per second, it was a kind of game that he played while writing notes or sending out letters. The paperwork that had been stacked up over the years was astounding, yet not impossible.
He couldn’t wait for Reizo to join him as his advisor, maybe then he’d be able to actually get all of his work done in a single day. His thoughts shifted to those letters, the clock's hands signifying it was 9:30 AM. The letter would arrive at their doorstep or inside of their letterboxes. The letter would simply clarify that the chosen shinobi should meet with the Kage at 10:00 AM for a small expedition near a known campsite inside of the village. The letter would clarify supplies needed, primarily sleeping bags, water, and rations. Nemui was one of the few people that he felt he could trust, and was strong enough to where he could have his back. The young hiyu clan member was a physical specimen that he had not seen in almost anyone else besides Romp back in the day when he had taken the role from Shikami. He wondered if he could truly crown someone so young a potential Deputy, this small trip would tell if the young chunin had what it took. The others were to primarily study the interests of the people, and whether or not there needed to be another change in the academy's curriculum and if his fellow shinobi needed assistance.
He remembered back when he was young and inexperienced. His attitude and poor work ethic from before he had turned sixteen held him back from graduating at a younger age. Yet now, he could feel himself growing, it was a far cry from where he was years ago, but, there was still that want, that desire to help others. He couldn’t let go of it, he couldn’t bear to watch what happened to him happen to someone else. He needed his shinobi to be strong, stronger than almost any other, yet to do that, it would take time, effort, and some luck.
But he’d wait for his fellow shinobi to arrive. The mizukage hat hung behind him while he scribbled down a few more notes.
WC:925
TWC:925
“Umi, could you send a message to Nemui and a few other shinobi for me?” He asked, the auburn haired kunoichi responded with a simple nod before vanishing in a puff of smoke. Shiro had a feeling that some of his shinobi would be far more likely to listen to him now that he had risen up from Deputy to the actual Mizukage. Yet he knew that Akabayashi had granted it to him out of courtesy. He still remembered those days of hatred that had been held in his heart, but those days had to be pushed to the side, he could not, and would not, strike Akabayashi down. He was first and foremost a valuable ally, and the key to potentially meeting this fabled “Queen of the Moon” that he’s heard so much about. The mist could use allies, especially with Hoshigakure so far away. He couldn’t risk himself being open, not when Konoha could knock on his door at any moment. His fears would come to pass soon enough. The white haired hyuuga makes himself comfortable inside of the estate. His eyes tracing the navy blue walls, the oak had been etched with the symbol for water at its center. It was a fascinating choice for design, yet it was one to remind those that weren’t from Kirigakure that they were no longer at home. Shiro chuckled at the thought, he wanted strength, and his position, and he had acquired those in spades.
The time for peace was beginning to wane, the leaves of autumn had begun to fall all throughout the morning. Shiro watched the clock with indifference, his pen striking once again at the letters he’d have to send towards the Daimyo and to other lords both inside of Kirigakure, and those on the isles of the Land of Water. He had already sent word out towards those in the far south to keep an eye on the borders. He had received word of boats, travelers heading along the coastline of the farthest island and sailing off to the south. Kiri sat in the center of the world, a hub of trade that had been stifled thanks to the storm barrier. A precaution that was practical, but would not help Kirigakure in the long run. The clock's ticking made Shiro tap his finger to the beat of the clock. Each tick signifying a tempo of 1 beat per second, it was a kind of game that he played while writing notes or sending out letters. The paperwork that had been stacked up over the years was astounding, yet not impossible.
He couldn’t wait for Reizo to join him as his advisor, maybe then he’d be able to actually get all of his work done in a single day. His thoughts shifted to those letters, the clock's hands signifying it was 9:30 AM. The letter would arrive at their doorstep or inside of their letterboxes. The letter would simply clarify that the chosen shinobi should meet with the Kage at 10:00 AM for a small expedition near a known campsite inside of the village. The letter would clarify supplies needed, primarily sleeping bags, water, and rations. Nemui was one of the few people that he felt he could trust, and was strong enough to where he could have his back. The young hiyu clan member was a physical specimen that he had not seen in almost anyone else besides Romp back in the day when he had taken the role from Shikami. He wondered if he could truly crown someone so young a potential Deputy, this small trip would tell if the young chunin had what it took. The others were to primarily study the interests of the people, and whether or not there needed to be another change in the academy's curriculum and if his fellow shinobi needed assistance.
He remembered back when he was young and inexperienced. His attitude and poor work ethic from before he had turned sixteen held him back from graduating at a younger age. Yet now, he could feel himself growing, it was a far cry from where he was years ago, but, there was still that want, that desire to help others. He couldn’t let go of it, he couldn’t bear to watch what happened to him happen to someone else. He needed his shinobi to be strong, stronger than almost any other, yet to do that, it would take time, effort, and some luck.
But he’d wait for his fellow shinobi to arrive. The mizukage hat hung behind him while he scribbled down a few more notes.
WC:925
TWC:925
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