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1 The Pristine Pantheon, Meeting of the Gods. on Sun Feb 04, 2018 8:18 am

Hastur

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'Today, was a most Auspicious day.'

Runners with letters in hand would comb the capitol city of the nation looking for several key figures, more than required to find them as they sleuthed through the city in their uniform attire looking for people of import. In their hands, small scrolls, detailing on them a message from the Raikage. The letters were a special invite to the leaders of the other nations to come and meet with him atop one of the many mountains in the village. A simple request, but an important one from the host country they were all in. Though, with enough of them, it was more than likely that one or two may be intercepted.

Hastur sat atop his favorite mountain top, the lightning cavern where he had proven his ascension into the state he was in now having had the roof blasted into rubble leaving little more than a pristine plateau that overlooked the remainder of the country, though the path up was somewhat of a climb for most, the likes of the nations Kage as well as those whom caught Hastur's eye were welcome to come, sit, and gaze over Kumogakure's gorgeous panorama from the heights that would normally stand above the clouds, though today, there were very few in sight. Atop the mountain with him, there were four of his entourage, ANBU captains, but little more than servants, all of them female with decanters at their sides as well as the means to offer tea and other assortments should the request be met. Each of them having set up a futon as well as a tray, small hot pot of water and assorted tea leaves under a silver top to protect them from what little wind was up so high. Hastur eagerly awaited his guests, not for a moment looking back to his charges, each of them dressed in gold trimmed bronze coloured cloaks, and relatively well equipped as their rank would surmise.

'He wondered who would arrive first.'

The Exams that he had put into motion, seemed to be well under way, the genin that charged the field, tasked with their many overwhelming deeds would see the weak succumb, culled by the vicious series of trials that he himself had meticulously designed. But, due to this, he believed the strong thrive, earning their Chuunin titles in a manner worthy of praise, even if there would only be few. Some of the Kumo contenders looked promising, as did those from Konoha and Kirigakure, Iwa it seemed had a larger mercenary force routed from those who had recently fled Suna... a thought process which had him beginning to think about what exactly this influx of refugees meant for the Cloud nation, though, the people of Suna would likely happily do much for a sense of stability, and Kumo had always been a relatively stable nation for its people when under good leadership, so, with open doors many came, Kumo would accommodate, move them into positions for work and hopefully soften the blow to their economy.

Pouring his tea, one of the servants handed him a fine glass with gold running through cracks that seemed to have been adhorned over time with the ancient china glass. Making it look almost regal, and with a flawed kind of beauty.

"You know what is truly beautiful about this world?" He would seem to say aloud, knowing at least one of his newly arrived guests would hear what he was saying, as he sat, knee raised with his eyes focused in the far off distance. "It is that every moment of it, in some way, is fleeting. The world one second from now, is not the same as it was a second before, some integral part of it is gone.... I met with men from my village earlier today, and I thought to myself; were there no justice, and I were swayed to slay those whom i did not need, how many of these men would lay dead before me... would you care to know my answer? " The man would look over his shoulder, sighting his first guest as they arrived on the winds it seemed. A smirk crossing his lips as he waited a moment before continuing with his story. "Not a single one, they each held such great value, little more than laborers, yet vital. Such delicateness balanced upon the edge of a blade, such absolute fragility, like paper thin water crystal, yet, within it, lies a dormant strange resilience and ability to adapt to the harshest of circumstance. Though I digress."

Hastur would turn, looking to those who had come to him, having waxed poetic for perhaps too long in the face of his guests, he would stand, allowing them a chance to respond as he would look at those who had come, outstretching his arms in a flourish as he stood at a place that could only be called a throne at the seat of the world. Each of the people who had come here had likely come to talk about Kumogakure, Suna, and other important matters of state, Hastur to this end, accepted that such things were important. Though, he of course knew that on some other level there was also the matter of his position... they would likely want to gauge him, see if he was a danger, like a prior Raikage before him.

Hastur was a tall man, standing atjust over six feet tall, his Kage robe red with a golden over the shoulder cape that hung to one side embroiled with the symbol of his nation upon it. Though the symbol had been augmented with a backdrop of some other unfamiliar design. He was muscular and lean with exceedingly sharp and masculine features and olive skin. the only marks of any kind or signs of battle seemed to stem from marks on two of his fingers on his right hand, bearing signs of long healed callouses, a sign of a bowman pulling back the string of his art for sure, though he seemed to have no bow visibly on his person. The only item other than his cloak and the tight black Kevlar bodysuit he wore was a scroll to one side peeking out from under his cloak. And so, arms splayed wide, he would address the group as they all would arrive.

"Welcome, each of you, noble ninja of each of our fine nations. I had sought you here we could drink and discuss matters of import."


Rippa

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Rippa would take his time ascending the steps up the mountain. Not caring too much at first for being the first to arrive. He was rather new to his office and rumors of all the other Kage spoke of power, experience and perceptive minds. Where as he was at best benevolent in his mind. Choosing personally to see the good in everything he could. Progressing with the ideal in mind that the world would not be pushed aside by the cruel. Refusing to be snuffed out by the evil and greedy people that would target his village for its wealth. Still he had heard a great deal about each of them. Karumo was an indomitable man. To any that might challenge him he could bring them to their knee's with a shift of his gaze. The details of how were fuzzy but still it was impressive. Hastur on the other hand was rumored to be a walking storm. To be so ready to destroy anything that might pose a threat. Rippa wondered what had happened to the man if rumors were true that he would readily mass murder anyone who might pose a threat. Still it was just rumors and he would make his own assessment. As for the last of them everyone in the world knew her name. Rumored as the strongest shinobi currently in the world. The winter spirit of Kiri. Her power to thrust as she saw fit could freeze the whole mountain. Or at least that was what people believed her capable of. A legend.

Yet here he was. Well rounded as his abilities were he doubted any of them had really ever even heard of him. He hadn't been truly tested as a Hokage yet. Aside from that his power felt like it waned in comparison to theirs. Perhaps at least he would have one part of him that could impress. At a range of eighty meters he was truly dangerous. His capabilities as an archer were something else entirely. Perhaps they might even admire a sniper of his quality. With any luck Hastur even had a report from Zix about Rippa having helped teach him Ninjutsu. Extending a helping hand to their jounin during a time of turmoil just before he made Hokage. Still he would steady his breath and calm his mind. Thinking back to how he ended up on these steps. He had been risen from bed in the early morning by a messenger that had easily located him as he was at an inn close to the location they were to meet at. Rumors of him being there spread quickly as his eight guards were there too. However as the message had been a kind invite he hadn't wished to come across as defensive or afraid. So he had them escort him to the bottom of the steps leading to the meeting point and left them there to busy themselves. Sending one of them to go buy a jar of sake for all of them.

Now Rippa stood on the steps a long way up. The air was thinner here but he was already adjusting his breathing. Fully aware of the medical risks if he didn't accustom his body to it. He was wearing dark slacks with a white belt holding eight bolt heads on it. Known as his prayers. Lined up as ammunition for him if he needed them. Tucked into his pants was a zip up vest with a tall neck hanging about his broad chin with the zipper undone to his chest. Over his shirt was his long red coat with the konoha headband stitched into each shoulder. The long leather coat had the faded symbols for captain on the back. However those symbols were more difficult to see due to the exotic weapons strapped over his shoulders to form an X on his back. Red cloth was wrapped tightly around the curved hilts of what appeared to be twin katana into slightly broader sheaths than normal. The hilt and something round with six chambers as well as a lever, a trigger and a pull back hammer were visible while the blade and the bow barrel was hidden. Deeply seated into black bamboo sheaths each marked differently in red letters in the center. One called adam and the other called Eve. His legendary twin crossbow katana. Still his boots carried him up the steps as the wind caught his shoulder length snow white hair lightly. His blue eyes looking up the mountain. Just a little ways to go.

He supposed he should stop pushing this off. It would take him another thirty minutes just walking up the steps. So he would inhale deeply and step hard on the step. Careful to disperse his weight as he did so as not to damage the step. Like a bolt of red lightning his weight suddenly launched up the steps. His blue eyes measuring each landing spot for a new burst launching step. Within only a couple of minutes he was at the top. Landing on the arrival platform with some grace. He supposed he could have flown but he didn't want to activate chakra so close to a Kage summit. Still he strode in with his eyes looking about in awe until Hastur spoke. His eyes drawing to the fine dressed man. He finished his speech as Rippa noted the well armed servants. Perhaps he could have brought his own. Still his eyes were drawn to Hastur as he stood tall. Around the same height as Rippa with a surprisingly thinner frame. Rippa would note that but he also noted the mark of an archer. He immediately felt disappointed. If the might hastur was an archer as well Rippa truly brought nothing to this table that wasn't surpassed. Still Rippa would smile and bow his head as he had been the first to arrive. Making room for anyone arriving after him before speaking cautiously.

"I do thank you for your welcome. As for your thoughts before, I feel all life is to be valued. Due process should be considered before ending a life. Only if another life has been threatened or taken should a death sentence be carried forth. There are those who murder for pleasure and are nothing more than monsters, and there are those who kill because they know no other way. A soul can be saved until the breath is taken from them for the last time." .

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Missions:| D: 4 | C: 2 | B: 3 | A: 1 | S: 0 | SS: 0
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Elements: Blood/ Raiton

Ayakashi

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'Ayakashi was having a grand time.‘


The chuunin exams were something that Ayakashi herself had never been able to participate in as a child in kirigakure, due to the fact that her and her squads ending of a notorious serial killer in the village hidden in the mist more or less garunteed the genin'd ascension to chuunin in the early days of her career over a decade ago when she was little more than nineteen. So, whenever it came to the chance to participate in the exams in a position of leadership, Ayakashi had always traveled across with the Genin of her nation to ensure their safety as well as to watch their performance eagerly, meeting them after their trials and matches to give constructive criticism on their performances. Overall, Kirigakure seemed to be doing well in the early trial periods of the exams with more entrants than many of the other nations, each of them skilled ninja that seemed to have an idea of what they were doing, making the land of kirigakure proud and upholding its status as one of the most powerful military nations in the world, if not the strongest in her own eyes. Ayakashi was often seen in the VIP stands, watching the battles and trials with the other ninja also, loving to see what other nations had to bring to the table when it came to their unique abilities and techniques.

'However,'

The nature of these exams was a worry, while she was certain that her Genin for the most part would be able to handle the more difficult exams than most other nations. Kirigakure being the bloody mist, as much as she detested the title, acclimated the ninja of her village to be used to training that was a little more brutalistic than others, making these trials, while unexpected, feel a little more like home... all to Ayakashi's chagrin. She'd seen a good number of aspiring Chuunin fail the trials already, some of them in tears, and others in a manner that had them leaving their trials in stretchers. The chuunin exams was never something ninja left unscathed, but for it to be so early... The Mizukage couldn't help but think it was all a little senseless in the end.

It was in the middle of one of the trials she was watching, enjoying herself and cheering on a Genin from the nation of Konohagakure, veritably throwing her snacks towards the ring from the VIP box as they skated away from a tiger that seemed to radiate with Raiton, the Genin appearing to fare a lot better than the last who had encountered this trial, nimbly avoiding its reach with crafty chakra control and the use of the doppleganger technique to confuse its eyes. The boy in gold would extend out the scroll for her, taking it from the boy's hands and reading it, she would look to him and bow with respect, offering the Mizukage seat to her second before informing them that she had to go and meet the leader of the nation, it seemed that she had been summoned by their host, something that proper etiquette demanded she could not be allowed to ignore. So, in her lightly equiped outfit, having her Kage shroud, her mask at her hip, armoured leggings and the platinum gloves she almost never removed from her hands she wore her cloak open with the hood up, her iron eye patch covering the radiating blue eye while her other seemed coloured like silver saphire with no pupil. As for weapons; Changeling sat at her side as well as the hilt for the sword of Kusanagi and a rope dart as well as her wedding band hidding within her clothing, Ayakashi would begin to make her way to the location, simply leaning forward for a moment, then with what seemed to be a tap of her toe, vanishing from sight.

Ayakashi would bound up the mountain step at a time, each tap of her feet, was like skimming like a stone, almost weightlessly flying up as her body moved faster than the force of her weight could be transferred into anything, be it water, stone, or any fixed surface as the Mizukage moved through the village and towards the marked mountain just outside of it with a swiftness that many thought only the wind itself held. Until finally, she would reach the top, having traveled from considerably further away, meaning likely being one of the last to receive the message, she would hop up to the top with a final bound, catching only the tail end of what Rippa had managed to say. As Ayakashi arrived, she would have overshot the top of the hil, arcing in the air and landing, bending down to one knee before slowly standing to her feet. Always loving to enter with an amount of finesse, though it had caused her hood to fall back over her shoulders, revealing her long crystalline hair that fell back to the small of her back.

"Greetings the two of you, It's a pleasure and an honor to make your acquaintance, master Rakage of the Village Hidden in the Clouds, and master Hokage of the Hidden Leaf."

Ayakashi would go a little further than simply bowing her head, crossing an arm across her chest and bowing her body, she would bow formally to their host. "My, my, what a view indeed from up here. So, if I'm to understand this correctly we are still awaiting the Tsuchikage, am I correct, and perhaps an Envoy of Sunagakure?"

To those who would surmise, Ayakashi had yet to learn of the true extent of the attack on Sunagakure, she knew it had been attacked recently, having send aid in the form of multiple hunter squads to attempt relief, though the knowledge and extend of the very recent news was not yet known to her, as she was currently awaiting her report.


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Harichimo

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Dammit Lord Tsuchikage where are you? This thought was the only one that ran through his head since Harichimo had arrived at the exams with his squad, some unaligned shinobi, and willing volunteer refugees who would fly the flag of Iwagakure on the chuunin exams without the Tsuchikage. Some of the participants showed promise from the few events he could watch. For the most part he had been bombarded with all of the obstacles and paperwork that were meant for the Tsuchikage to take care of or make decisions about. Harichimo was trying to do the best he could for the honor of Iwagakure and for the well being of those who gladly chose to follow behind him to Kumogakure. He hoped for the duration of hi stay that he was making the right choices, choices that Karumo would have made with his more veteran status in diplomatic and political games, and choices that his sensei Akira Kazako would have smiled upon in regards to being tossed into the deep end and trying to swim back to the surface for air.

Harichimo was stationed in the VIP box designated for the normal Iwagakure elite. His Monolith Status proving to be more then just fancy words as he sat with high ranking members of the village listening to them drink themselves into a stupor as the genin below fought to prove themselves against traps and creatures the likes they have never seen. Harichimo had kept quiet for the most part and would glance over to the seat designated for the Tsuchikage hoping to see the form of Karumo appear out of thin air and congratulate him for taking care of as much as he did. But it seemed fate was taking the wind from his sails and further into the storm. A genin below had outsmarted the proctors of a trial and was now making their escape as the VIP box exploded with hoots and howls at the stealthy and resourceful individual.

It was then that Harichimo was tapped on the shoulder with something light. He looked over his shoulder to see a Kumogakure shinobi holding out a scroll for him with very fancy decoration and appearance. Harichimo would get up and take hold of the scroll and would read it over. "So there has been absolutely no sign of him? Thank you for your time I guess I will have to be off." Harichimo would begrudgingly say as the Kumo shinobi would turn to let him pass and exit out the box. Another shinobi was standing outside and would point towards what seemed to be a temple of sorts out across some bridge with stairs that seemed to want to extend to the heavens. Harichimo started the walk to the destination with his white dress shirt with his Monolith knuckle duster poking out from a breast pocket, black pants with matching shoes, and his Monolith coat with the gold trimmings and his titan name embroidered in the back with the same gold material. His shoulder length brown hair catching all of the wind. It was the most dressed up and important looking clothes he could assemble together.


It wasn't long until he was met with the towering staircase which lead to a magnificent structure that to him rivaled the architecture of Iwagakure. He was probably the last to arrive and with a hurried stride he would try to skip every other step to make up for holding everyone else up. Each step made his mind wonder What kind of business do I even have here? The most powerful people in the shinobi world and I am supposed to talk in and represent my village like I do it daily. With the culmination of these thought and the ever thinning air from climbing high to the temple it was hard but he could manage to bring himself to a more stable state of being as he reached the entrance where guards stood. He presented his scroll and with very militaristic movements the guards would usher him to enter.


He would enter the chamber and it would take all he had not to stay silent and give a bow to the three kage as he introduced himself. "Greetings everyone. It is a great honor to join you all today. My name his Harichimo Kazako, Captian of the Iwagakure Monolith special division. I will be standing in for the Tsuchikage." He would stand back up as a servant offered him a drink which he would take as the Raikage made his introduction and greeted them to the council at hand. Harichimo had to carry himself as he thought Karumo would with his usual grace and wit. He would have to discuss trade and relations with these more seasoned shinobi who seemed to have ages of experience over him. Except for Hastur who only recently took power and made his little display within his villages borders. He wanted to keep an eye on him. That little lightning show was a grand display from where he stood on the ground that day but now he stood face to face with the man. His actions during this council would be his way of determining who this man that needed to show off his power really was. It was an issue he wanted to discuss but it was a point that seemed to hold as much merit as a grain of dust in an old room compared to village relations and the recent events that lead to the destruction of Sunagakure and the displacement of thousands from their homes and way of life. It weighed heavy on him to also make sure that these people who now chose to find refuge in the mountain village to get the best deal out of it while these Kage try to get what they can scrape from each other. Sunagakure may not have been the nicest place to him in the past but the people he had met and shepard for the exams didn't deserve to lose everything.

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Futon: S-Rank | Doton: C-Rank | Katon: C-Rank
Medical Ninjutsu: S-Rank | Taijutsu: S-Rank | Ninjutsu C-Rank
Mission Counter: D:4 C:4 B:5 A:0 S:0 SS:0
Active Passives: +2 tier to Speed (Specialization)

Mitsuo

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Darkness surrounded the man as he felt the sensations around him, the warmth of the water on his skin and the smells of the breeze that gently blew through the village. It appeared to have a hint of lavender, a calming scent that he had noticed that the people of the Monkey Clans seemed to enjoy. It was a nice touch to make a restful place even more so. There was music coming from nearby to make the entire scene even more serene, the panpipes always an instrument that the man enjoyed to hear as he relaxed. Nothing could possibly ruin this moment for him, and as he lay beneath the falling waters that poured forth from the statue of kings, he was fairly sure that that thought was accurate. Unfortunately such perfect moments were not meant to last and there was always something that had to interrupt them, and in this case it was one that he had become all too familiar with.

“Lord Sarutobi...the time has come. You need to prepare.” The voice, of course, belonged to the Monkey King Eizo, and it was one that he knew better than almost anyone else. His eyes opened slowly and he began to take in the sights in front of him. It was an odd thing to not see Eizo wearing his armour, but Mitsuo had insisted that it would give the wrong impression, as the two of them came in peace. They had no intention of causing any harm or threatening anyone at the assembly that they had intercepted a message about. They were simply going there to judge the state of the four remaining nations and too meet Hastur, the newest of the Kage, and Karumo, the replacement for Tsuyo in Iwa. Mitsuo was curious to see what kind of people the two of them were, and if there was any reason to believe that either would inhibit his plan to heal the world.

He dressed in a set of robes that were white and trimmed with gold flames and blue roses, reminiscent of his Kage cloak but much more grand. They had the kanji Kensei written upon the back, and would be enough to turn the head of anyone with their excess. Upon his head was a simple Do’un, though around the brim were gold roses with sapphire accents that dangled in front of his face and all around his head. He was a striking image, but even with that he was nothing compared to the Monkey King standing beside him. Eizo had dawned an entirely ceremonial set of armour, something that would be completely impractical to enter a fight with, but was absolutely gorgeous. The plates of his armour were completely gold, edged in onyx for a tremendous contrast. Rubys studded his chestplate, eyes set within the face of a monkey. He wore no helm, but upon his shoulders was a beautiful cloak made of blood red wool and lined with gold silk, clasped in place with roses made of sapphire. It truly was a sight to behold. He did not have his trademark staff, as Mitsuo had sealed it away with his own weapons.

Eizo stepped towards Mitsuo and put a hand on his shoulder. “You know, Mitsuo, there is always the chance that they will not like what you have to say. While you may have been just in your cause, what you did was commit an atrocity in the eyes of the majority. Four of the most powerful people on the planet will be your judges today, and if they find you guilty it will be you upon whom justice is passed.” The Sword Saint smiled a reassuring smile, that crooked half smile that he had become so famous for, and shook his head.

“Eizo, my friend; you worry too much. The ends justified the means, and I have brought the world one step closer towards utopia. The kage are smart people, and they understand that the world is sick, and that sometimes extreme measures must be taken to cut out disease from the hearts of man. I am no tyrant, nor am I a hero. If anything I am simply a man doing his duty to the world.” With these words Eizo frowned and he and Mitsuo focused their chakra, disappearing from the land of the Monkeys and instantly materializing in Kumogakure, just outside of the meeting place as the fourth dignitary arrived.

Mitsuo heard the words of a man who commanded a room as though he were a god, and he knew instantly who this must be. As Hastur spoke, Mitsuo was inclined to listen to his words about how each life was precious and his analogy that followed, as well as the assembled kages’ responses to this. The first was Rippa, the man whom Mitsuo had found to be a suitable replacement for him in Konohagakure and someone whom he had put a lot of trust into. His words showed his inexperience, but also his immense drive and passion and Mitsuo was proud, still, of his choice. The second was an old friend, the Mizukage, Ayakashi. She did not respond to the words of Hastur, but instead spoke of the obvious. He had always appreciated the fact that she was a very straight forward person, and someone whom he could always count on to say exactly what needed to be said. The final voice was out of place amidst a room of giants. This person revealed himself to be one of the Monoliths of Iwa, one of their several ANBU divisions, and proceeded to give his name, which was something that Mitsuo found curious. ANBU generally used aliases, and he would have never revealed his true identity to anyone when he was a member of the ANBU in Konoha. He wondered if Iwa was more lax in their practices.

As the four of them had completed their exchanges, Mitsuo nodded to Eizo and the two of them made their entrance into the area, Eizo’s cloak and Mitsuo’s robes flowing behind them as they approached. He looked around and got his first look at Hastur, and he was not disappointed. He was a man who clearly took himself as seriously as it sounded he did, and he radiated dignity and grace at almost a divine level. It was impressive to meet another shinobi who commanded his power in such a way, and it reminded him of the man whom he considered to be his brother, Tsuyo Hyuga. Mitsuo and Eizo both bowed and stopped, looking towards the empty seat that appeared to be left for Suna and choosing to stand instead.

“Esteemed Kage...and others. It is a rare pleasure to be in the presence of such power, and it is one that I feel honored to have been able to experience more than once in my life. I come to this place in order to make my voice heard, and to share with you all something that we all know all to well; this world is sick. It is plagued with a deep seeded corruption that threatens to devour any and all whom come into contact with it. My brothers and sisters and I have long sought one thing, and that is to rid this world of crime and corruption so that we can lead it into a peaceful Utopia. Life is a precious and beautiful thing, and the lives of the innocent are things to be protected and nurtured...but those lives can so quickly be wrapped up in the darkness of this world, and we must do all that we can to insure that said darkness is expunged so that it cannot corrupt further...” Eizo looked at Mitsuo and then towards the others assembled in front of him, unease surrounded him where Mitsuo was so sure. The two of them were in the lion’s den now, and Eizo feared the worst...

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Hastur

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'And so it was that the meeting began...‘

In earnest, Hastur was overjoyed by the turnout of the summit, the double entendre of the phrase didn't go amiss either as he would smirk at the thought. The people that stood around him were some of the strongest in their respective nations, and although there was but an envoy from the country of Iwagakure, Hastur was not insulted, it was the right of a leader to send a vassal in his place, it would have been far ruder to send a messenger at the time of the meeting, or not appear at all. Such disrespect would not have been abided. The ANBU himself seemed to carry himself with confidence, leading the Raikage to believe that whoever this boy was, he would be a trusted member of Iwakagure's ninja force to claim that he now spoke for the entire nation... a fact that Hastur, as a benevolent god, would endeavor to remind him when the time is right. Another that assuredly caught his eye was Rippa, though his strength of form was a slight disappointment to one who was supposed to hold the title of Kage as a banner for his nation, it was the masterwork of his weapons that would lend him some respect... such weapons were most worthy of a station, and strength of body was not something that many archers ever achieved in their lifetime. That being said, Hastur would give the man an acknowledgement in turn, something few would ever hope to attain. He would answer his question, but seem to miss the point... his answer was infuriatingly optimistic, having only the ability to answer in short before others arrived, saying little more than; "Then it seems our worlds are at impasse, Hokage...".

Then there was the brazen woman, the one who fell from the sky to land with a flourish of wind and style, standing to reveal long crystalline hair. He doubted there was a person in the world who would mistake Yuuki, Ayakashi. She was considered by many to be the strongest ninja alive... until now. Of them all though, two of them stood out amongst the rest, wearing lavish colors that caught the eye, Sarutobi Mitsuo. Former Hokage and member of a band of merry men whom seemed to travel a lot, though Aoi Bara had declined in numbers, the actions of one of two of its members in particular echoed across the land, the first, one who had led directly to the death of two Kage, one of which had been the Raikage of this very nation, the other a Hokage, if his memory served. The other, was this very man... Already there had been a swathe of refugees drawn to his nation, which Hastur had welcomed in with open arms, asking for only oaths as payment for shelter and food. Hastur would have been curious to his actions for a passing moment as it seemed that he saw it fit to enunciate his presence to the group, a grand welcoming after his own, but his gall was admirable. Were it not for speaking on a matter to which Hastur agreed, he may have been punished.

'He was lucky.'

"Aha... I had wondered of your reason for the systematic extermination of the Sand Nations' Seat of power. But it seems I've been given the answer without the need to question. You believe the world has been putrefied, and thus seek to cleanse it. Noble, though you'll find none such within my borders sword saint. All that lays within my nation is as I would have it, and I don't permit ugliness. But i shant forget your fervor... However, Lady Ayakashi, I'm not surprised you have not been informed as it has been so new an occurrence, there will be no envoy from Sunagakure, as there is no Sunagakure. From what you may have surmised from my previous statement, and if reports from those who fled are to be believed, this man here, and a band of attackers drove a stake into the heart of the nation which has crippled it beyond repair, without intervention by an outside hand.".

Hastur's expression would alter with his final statement, the air around him would become thick with a level of ambiant electricity which would cause some of the rocks at his feet to tremble as he was grounded to the earth like a lightning rod, yet even so his aura magnetized the iron content in the earth with the electricity he was providing it. Thunder would roll from the clouds beneath them as the Raikage would take a tea from his trey, pouring it himself, grinding some of the leaves between his fingers and bringing them to his nose to smell the aroma. His dark and serious expression deep in thought for a moment as his eyes would gaze over each of the Kage and representatives from each of the nations. It seemed that the first point of order had already been risen for the group... what to do with the man who killed the leadership of the sand nation? He was a war hero in the land of Kirigakure, but would that hold sway here? Kirigakure, whose way of water revolved around a foundation of justice and equity, as opposed to love or power was the means to balance the ever tipping scales of a loathsome world.

"So, you each have the floor, what should be done of this development, and the Samaritans who carried it out? As much as I personally resonate with the goals of this man, I cannot abide a dog that bites its masters. Alpha though he once may have been he is no more. Of all the ugliest traits in the world, mutiny is the ugliest. Corrupted though the nation may have been, you did not seek to quell its chaos and conquer it like a noble man, or lead it in your wake. So now it has spiraled into near unfathomable levels of corruption and despair, far more than it had once been before. I see your ideals as hollow, you claim to cut the cancer from the world, but to use your unostentatious analogy, you don't seek to repair it...  

So, alone... you are little more than purveyor of hypocritical platitudes. I propose he be required to swear fealty to one of us before this summit is through, so he can be controlled and this not occur again. I propose that person be me, and with him, I will quell the nation of glass."
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Rippa

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Rippa would remain calm as Hastur addressed him in return. A simple mention of the two of them being at an impasse. It would bring a frown but a nod to him all the same. He had hoped the man was not the harsh being the rest of the rumors told him to be. Still despite their differences Rippa would remain respectful. He knew coming in not everyone would share an opinion like his own. He had struggled to hold onto it and refused to let the world darken his soul. It was a morbid place truly but he didn't mind it much. Simply because it was also filled with beautiful things. Still he would feel a little resigned about Hastur. Such a potent man could have been a shining light in the darkness. Perhaps in some way he still was. Rippa reminded himself just because their views were different did not mean Hastur did not have another kind of light. The fire burned within the man to improve the world. That much could not be denied. Rippa could only hope though that the fire the man had in his soul would be a controlled one. Rippa did not want to have to rise up in a defense of the innocent should they get caught in the inferno. He felt like he couldn't last on his own. Like the tide would just be too overwhelming if he stood alone against Hastur in the end.

However a cold wind shifted passed him as Ayakashi made her grand entrance. The woman was quick to slide in through the air and land with a grace only she seemed to hold. The cold though toned down that she brought with her was just enough to break his thoughts from his worries. She rose to her feet and spoke a simple greeting to which he nodded his head respectfully in return to before he noticed something. An ally of Konoha now stood in the room with him and he felt like the pressure from Hastur was now cut in half. Perhaps it was all in his mind but he knew one thing. If the world fell to fire and brimstone, if the skies darkened and the sea's boiled he would not stand alone. He would stand at her side. With just her near him it felt like even Hastur was only a small issue in the future. One that he could not have handled on his own in a hundred years but with her next to him they could keep managed. Hastur however despite his reputation and nature seemed calmer than he may have expected. Perhaps it wouldn't be him that brought down pain upon the world for his ideals. Perhaps Rippa was just being a little paranoid due to him being nervous. The lesser power in the room.

However as if to ease that thought from his mind another would arrive closer behind him. Allowing Rippa to turn to keep them all in his view. The boy introduced himself as captain of a division famous within Iwagakure. The monoliths were quickly growing in reputation along side the legendary seven swords. If he was captain of them he was likely capable. Still that he would be speaking in place of the Tsuchikage was already of concern. Was the man ill? Still he couldn't feel any sense of pressure from this man. If anything it was like the other two were drowning him out while Rippa simply smiled. Holding out his hand to shake the mans hand. It took a lot of spirit to be the envoy of a country. Especially when addressing world powers. He had a pair on him. Still he had a sort of warmth about him that Rippa recognized. Another med nin? He had the bandages along his arms for it. Still he would shake the mans hand if he allowed it. Making way after for a pair to enter next he had not expected. At least he could tell others when he came home that he had shaken hands with a monolith.

Still he had not expected Mitsuo to come forth nor with his summon. It was completely unexpected. His blue eyes watched the man in silence as he nodded to him. What was he doing here? Something rang in the back of his mind. Ayakashi had mentioned waiting for a representative of Sunagakure. There had been rumors and refugees but he hadn't suspected that Mitsuo had anything to do with it. Mitsuo would claim the floor as he stood in his eye enchanting robes. Speaking his piece about how his brothers and sisters had long tried for the impossible. He sounded like he was defending something. Could he be the source of the destruction of Sunagakure? The refugees alone were taking up a great deal of resources. They had not been able to send scouts into Suna to assess the threat yet. However Rippa wondered just how far the man would go. Was it beyond the great sword saint to burn a whole village and force out its occupants? Few who viewed the world as plagued would not sacrifice it to bring room for a new one. He wondered for the first time if Mitsuo might do the same to Konoha. To all the nations.

Rippa would turn as he listened to Hastur's reply. He seemed so cold and callous about the whole ordeal. Speaking ill of the man that had done so much for the world. Rippa was torn at that moment. Mitsuo was a hero and yet he questioned the mans actions for the first time. He wasn't sure how to respond or act as Hastur continued. However there was a cold anger there. Anger for those who suffered. Anger for his hero being called such things. Anger for having not known more. Still Hastur would finish by proposing a solution. One where the man be forced into servitude again. To be bent into a bow and what was more was Hastur would have it be to him alone. However what sent Rippa into speech was the words said by the man. 'I will quell the nation of glass' as if it had become something even more twisted. As if he would go and finish what little was left. To that Rippa stepped forward. He approached Mitsuo calmly. His right hand reached up to softly and carefully touch the mans chin on the left side. Sighing as he did so before turning and standing between him and Hastur. Blue eyes met the more powerful mans gaze as he spoke calmly.

"Show me a hero...and I shall write you a tragedy. That is a quote from a man that knew the world in truth. Few pretend to know what a man such as Sarutobi Mitsuo has seen and been through. Fewer still know the truth of it. Lesser men would have given in so many years ago. I ask of you lord Raikage, even in light of recent events, please do not throw his name to the ground. A soldier lays their pride, their life and their honor out before you. I can not begin to imagine what brought on the destruction of Suna. However to have him chained to another again...I can not imagine it. This is a free man. I would acknowledge that and propose that the freedom be maintained. However that he do so on a parole. Excuse himself from the scenario at a combatant level. If he must atone for what has come let him do so by healing those who now have no home. He has been a Hero to Kirigakure, Konohagakure, Iwagakure and Sunagakure. In light of that history, I propose his freedom be allowed but monitored. You say you will quell a nation. A people scared and lost. Starving without home or protection. How is that the only solution? At what point do we become the infection we fight?"

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Ayakashi

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'Anger within Aya rose like a heated cloud.‘

She didn't even know why she was angry at first, so much of what was said simply created questions in the Mizukage's mind, what was he talking about? What did he mean that Sunagakure no Sato was damaged beyond repair? Why would he say that Mitsuo did it? Mitsuo is a good person, a hero, he saved thousands of people in Kirigakure no Sato during the seven bells war, he couldn't have possibly destroyed a village like some cartoonish arch villain. Yet, then there was the statement that Mitsuo himself made to consider, with that statement, what the two of them said together seemed to almost line up in congruence. So the rage within the Mizukage continued to boil to the surface. Aya took the next few moments to process as Rippa opened his mouth to talk to process everything further. There was a vital need to get to the bottom of this, but from the looks of Rippa, he just seemed to accept everything that was said, without reaction, without hesitation... what the hell was going on here!? Was she the only person in the ninja world who didn't know that there had been a systematic extermination of a seat of government!?

'Ayakashi would clench her fists so tightly the air within them would heaten under pressure.'

Looking to Mitsuo, the smile that had crossed his face in an attempt to be sincere, Ayakashi could not help but think, surely, if he had done it, there must have been a damn good reason. Things in Sunagakure were getting bad, there was no doubt. Ayakashi herself had thought to stage an intervention at one point, a military Coup even. She was even in the middle of something similar in her own nation, justice was something that needed to be served against the corrupt, and those in Sunagakure truly met the bill. Ayakashi to date had no knowledge of there being the civilian casualties that there had been, yet alone fathomed the sheer sum that had in truth been committed at the hands of Mitsuo himself and his team. Ayakashi was gobsmacked, and although she had not been attentive to what Hastur had said at the time, it was only by recollection that she remembered the words themselves, it seemed that, to Aya, he wanted to monopolize on the destruction by claiming Suna form himself as a state of Kumogakure, something that would assuredly put them in a powerful military position. Though it would potentially divide their nation in half militarily without a supply line running through anywhere between 3 and 6 other countries in order to sustain itself. Something was up... But for now, it was time to cool her own temper, she would be a hypocrite if she were to assume that Mitsuo's deeds were anything other than her own.

"Sarutobi Mitsuo has done my nation great good also, though I cannot begin to ascertain why he would be so brazen as to destroy one of the great ninja villages and plunging tens of thousands of people into poverty is something that we must see to immediately. Even with your preaching of a greater good, i know you're not that much of a moron. Relief and order must be sent to Sunagakure immediately, it must be swift and final. Not a day goes by where I don't have reports of banditry within its borders, and this event would surely embolden them. Which would no doubt lead them to with no shortage of zeal, repeatedly attack any moving refugees... Also, as I assume it's leadership didn't go without a fight... I would assume this is all compounded by a weakening of the remnant's military forces as people also scatter in every direction, dividing them further. I doubt what's left of the sand ninja will give adequate cover to the veritable hordes that scourge the wastes. "

Ayakashi would then look to Mitsuo, deep in thought, but with a scowl across her face, disappointment shining in her eye as a cacophony of emotions would ring out in but a single expression. The reason why she so often wore a mask was to keep her expressive face hidden from others in serious times. Mitsuo, should he read it so, would easily pick up on the anger and frustration that resonated outwardly like electricity. But it was the sorrow, the disappointment in him, as he should know better as a ninja, and having been a leader of the largest nation in the world. There was pity and then mostly over it all, was confusion. Her mind filled to breaking point with questions that there seemed to be no answers for. She would need to launch a full investigation with her agents that had been in Sunagakure at the time, hopefully they avoided the brunt of the event... but the Mizukage knew there would be no means to tell until later. But surprisingly enough, one of the proposals had resounded deeply with her.

''No, if Sarutobi Mitsuo is intent on continuing with this mad one man crusade, and if this kind of devastation is what's being left behind. It cannot be allowed to continue, especially without oversight. There is corruption and darkness in the world, I, perhaps more than any of you, walk knee deep in it day in and day out. But there is no such thing as an end justifying the means... how we win, is just as important as the win itself. It's the how that makes any victory last, or attribute it any meaning. A victory doesn't matter if it's remembered as a catastrophe, and its clear to me, even now, that that's exactly what's happened here.

I think he should be taken into custody with one of us, if he comes with me, my nation would see him punished severely for his crimes, something I admittedly do not wish for, for i consider him a friend. But no matter my love for you Mitsuo, what you've done borders on the unforgivable. And I am the Mizukage of the Village hidden in the Mist before I am a person. My duty has, and will always come come before sentiment.''


The end of the response was a confusing mix of a cold and calculated warning, as well as a warm and caring one. Ayakashi didn't want harm to come to Mitsuo, but the economic or personal effect of what happened to Suna was something Kirigakure likely would not feel. They were divorced form the event personally and leaving only the cruel and bloodthirsty reasoning of the masses. Looming over them, a policy of Kiris to deliver swift and merciless punishment to its criminals...

No more prisoners...



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Harichimo

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After eyeing up the host of the summit and dwelling in his thoughts, Harichimo would take a swig from the glass he was handed. It had a sweeter and more refined taste then the middle shelf stuff he was used to back in Iwagakure. The other Kage seemed to be tolerating his presence for now. His title of a Monolith seemed to carry him enough to stay. As he put his glass down he saw a hopefully friendly hand extend to him from who he assumed was the Hokage from stories Karumo had told him. Harichimo was more then happy to return the gesture and give him a small bow in return before things moved on. That was when the two cloaked and robed figures made their entrances to crash the summit.

Harichimo listened as one of the figures spoke in metaphors and riddles. At least that was what it seemed like to him. That was when Hastur seemed to have the answers and pointed the two out as the reason behind the Sunagakure destruction. Harichimo would just stand his ground as he looked over the two figures. What kind of power they must possess to just have destroyed a village with little regard of consequences. He claims to have done it for right righteous reasons, but how could any reason be right when it results in the upheaval of so many be they innocent or guilty of some crime. They didn't deserve what they had gotten because the transgressions of whoever this man thinks deserves it. What will the other Kage see fit to do with him?. Hastur has a point to try and keep the man under control of someone but would that really be an answer. Would this man really swear his life away? Harichimo would think to himself as the other Kage would come forth with their own solutions after Hastur brazenly gave his. To use Mitsuo as a tool to take control of the former village was not a message that Harichimo could completely stand behind.



First came the speech of the Hokage which seemed to carry on like a novel. To Harichimo he seemed to weave a story to try and sway everyone to believe the man had done what he had out of necessity and that he should be let go on the fact of being a hero. Harichimo had to search his mind for a bit to think of what he was talking about. This man that stood before them was just as much a regular person to anyone else from his point of view. This man voiced that he fought for justice and good morals and the Hokage seemed to either understand the man or had a bleeding heart for old war heros. That was when the Mizukage was given the floor. She seemed to speak the highest of Mitsuo. But she also spoke like any rational person. She seemed to be the wisest and most knowledgeable from what Harichimo could understand. Her solution seemed to be the harshest to put his man away for a long time perhaps eternity.



Harichimo would stare the man over once more as thoughts came to his mind of what to do with the man. Almost a month ago the herds of refugees showed up at the gates of Iwagakure asking for safe haven. Iwagakure has shown its colors to be more then hospitable with a majority of people allowing them to enter. But even Harichimo could see that the aid would soon become a strain. Without the words or leadership of the Tsuchikage no official decisions could be made on what to do. Harichimo and other high ranking members of society had taken it upon themselves to offer direction on how to deal with the new guests of the village. His words however would not be enough to rally officials to mount relief efforts to the nation. His title may hold the approval of the masses but it was just that a title when compared to the political power it would take to move the village into action. But Harichimo has an idea of how the village could start to pay its due.



"Now you three all make excellent points and suggestions. But it is obvious everyone has some sort of emotional or political interest of what happens to this man. He destroyed a whole village there is now denying that. And all for what to punish a few that you think deserved it? The Raikage vilifies you, the Hokage hails you a hero as does the Mizukage who still calls you friend. You remind of a very old friend. My sensei as a matter of fact Akira Kazako or maybe you might be old enough to know the name Tsuyo Hyuga. He single handily went after the criminal underworld of Iwagakure and ripped it apart. And to his credit, he did it in a way where only the people who deserved it were punished for their actions. I propose to the three Kage to let Iwagakure become this man's holding cell. Without the word of the Tsuchikage we cannot divert our resources from helping the refugees to a full scale relief effort. But with my backing we can arrange to keep this man locked within the nation's borders but still allow him the freedom as a reward for his past deeds. So until a new Tsuchikage is brought forth or Karumo returns to service this will keep Iwagakure's forces within that I can arrange command over and Mitsuo will be under constant surveillance."



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10 Re: The Pristine Pantheon, Meeting of the Gods. on Fri Feb 16, 2018 11:45 pm

Mitsuo

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He had laid it all out on the line, the basis of his mission, and it appeared that at least one person agreed with him off the bat, though it wasn’t the person he expected. Hastur was an interesting case, it would seem, and Mitsuo was definitely intrigued. As he spoke his condemnation of Mitsuo’s actions, Mitsuo noticed he seemed to actually agree with him more than not. His proposed solution to the issue of having “someone like him running around” or whatever he had said in his fancier words, was to have the Sword Saint of Konoha join Kumogakure and go back and finish cleansing the sands.

The glass village he called it, eh nii-san? No more sand...

Mitsuo hated sand.

As Hastur concluded his speech he opened the floor to the rest to talk, and as Mitsuo stood on trial in front of a couple of people he respected, the first to step forward was the man whom Mitsuo had hand picked to leave the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Rippa seemed uncomfortable in this place, as though he was an average man among giants, but Mitsuo couldn’t disagree with that more. He had chosen him not for his physical prowess, nor his jutsu, but for his heart. When he stepped forward and came to the aid of a man whom the world saw as a villain, Mitsuo couldn’t have been more proud. Rippa Chi spoke his piece by starting with a quote, and then going on to defend Mitsuo and his actions. Mitsuo allowed a genuine smile to cross his face for the first time in a long time and as he listened to the words of Rippa, all he could think of was him when he was younger. This truly was the perfect man to run Konoha, and Mitsuo couldn’t think of anyone who could possibly do a better job, including himself. Being monitored would be no issue to Mitsuo, as he wouldn’t do anything that was truly wrong. He was the hero in this story after all…

The next to speak up, the one whom Mitsuo knew would have his back, did something that Mitsuo did not expect. Ayakashi Solstice looked hurt...but not just that. She looked angry. Her voice was full of fire as opposed to the cool headed tone Mitsuo was used too. She was an old friend, and one whom he had fought beside in the past. When she spoke, she mentioned his past deeds and praised him as a hero of her village, but that only led up to what would be the ultimate betrayal to Mitsuo. Eizo put a hand on Mitsuo’s shoulder as she spoke, her words stinging him like only one other could. He gritted his teeth as she spoke about how, should he go to kiri, he would be punished (and he assumed executed). He thought she would understand, but it seemed that instead she had decided that someone had to be painted the villain, and in this case it would be him. He had been executed before, and it hadn’t stuck, but he was sure if anyone would have more success with it, it would probably be Ayakashi. He pondered her words and prepared to speak when the ANBU from Iwagakure piped up and put in his two cents on the issue.

Mitsuo chuckled softly as this insignificant man spoke out at a collection of the most powerful people in the world. His words weren’t bad, and to be fair Mitsuo enjoyed his recap and how he spoke to Mitsuo, instead of about Mitsuo. That changed rather quickly, though, when he began to speak about a man whom he had no business even standing in the same room as. This man had made a grave error when he began to speak to Mitsuo about “Akira” or, as Mitsuo had always known him, Tsuyo Hyuga. He was Mitsuo’s brother, and Mitsuo knew him better than anyone. When he mentioned that Tsuyo had cleaned up the streets of Iwa and purged the crime by himself Mitsuo felt a wave of rage flash through him, immense heat beginning to radiate from his body as he would scowl and grit his teeth. Whatever the man had said after would be completely lost on Mitsuo, as it was clear that he knew nothing of what he spoke.

“You dare to utter the name Tsuyo Hyuga in my presence?” his voice was curt and there was none of the regular warmth that he would exude, instead replaced with ice and venom. “Allow me to educate you, child, on the man known as Tsuyo Hyuga. Back before you had learned to tie a headband he had a vision, one that would see the world change. He wanted to rid the world of crime, but he knew that there was no way he could do that alone. He began to bring in people who could help him achieve that goal, one of those people being the former head of Konohagakure ANBU and the Sword Saint of Konoha, Mitsuo Sarutobi...” Mitsuo paused for a second, bringing his heat level down a little bit at least. “Do you know why there is no thriving drug trade, and no slavers, in Iwa? Myself and Tsuyo marched into the sinners den and butchered the lot of them, drowned the floors in their disgusting misled blood. I gave every single one of those men and women a swift death, all except for one. Tsuyo wanted the last one, and with him we sent a message to the entire world that if you live a life of crime, Justice will come for you. The Aoi Bara stood, and still stands, for justice...Now sit your ass down and allow the adults to speak.”

He would look away from the man and focus on Ayakashi as Eizo would speak; “Lord Sarutobi, please. I warned you that not everyone would see things your way.” Mitsuo put a hand up to silence Eizo as he stared daggers at the Mizukage, a woman whom he greatly respected, but today whom he considered to be a fool.

“Ayakashi...You know me better than anyone here. You know exactly what I stand for, what kind of man I am. I was there when the village of Kirigakure was nearly burned to the ground again, and instead of allowing this to happen, I did all I could and put my life on hold in order to protect YOUR people. I saved countless lives in your village, including the lives of your clansmen Yuudai and Strafe. I refused to allow sin to seep into your village, and I cut the head from the beast to ensure it wouldn’t have a chance to take hold. Do you know what I did next? I discovered that my best friend since I had been a child, Ukiyo Senju, had been stealing the eyes from Uchiha across the continent. I saw the darkness of her heart and I cut that darkness out, ending the life of someone I loved because I will NOT tolerate corruption and sickness. I am trying to save the world, and you know full well that what I am doing is right. Sunagakure was run by a council of corrupt people, and had been infultrated by crime and sinners upon every level. I did what I have always done in the past, and removed the problem. It is always unfortunate when innocent lives are lost, but in this case the ends justified the means, and those lives were not lost in vane.”

He looked towards all of them, minus the delegate from Iwagakure, before speaking his next piece. “I am not a criminal, though it seems like each of you believe that I am. I am a hero to all shinobi across the land, and what I did, I did to protect everyone. I am a law abiding man, and if you want to imprison me, or execute me,” He shot another look towards the Mizukage, hurt and venom masked behind his fiery determination. “I will allow you to do so. I will walk to the block with my head held high because I know that I did the right thing. When I die, I will die a martyr, and the lands will rise up. My mission will be carried out by those who see the truth. Darkness clouds your vision, though, if you think that what I say is wrong. I am not a criminal, I am Mitsuo Sarutobi, the Sword Saint of Konoha, Seventeenth Hokage, Former Head of ANBU, Dragon of the Aoi Bara, Saviour of the Uchiha Clan, War Hero of Kirigakure, and so many other things. If you want my head you will be attempting to destroy justice and remove hope from the world, but you will fail in this endeavor.” He would go silent as Eizo shook his head. Mitsuo had lost his mind, but at least he was true to his word until the end...

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Hastur

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'Hastur could not help but let out a laugh‘

Cutting the tension like a blade as attitudes seemed to flare, his laugh crackling as some kind of power that lay within him sparked in the mirth, laughs as they were were involuntary, and in that moment of not being in control perhaps something that he was not able to control entirely within him pulsed with irrefutable power as the hairs on the arms of those around him would likely begin to stand on end. His eyes would look wild for a fraction of a moment as he would interject himself into the conversation, Mitsuo Sarutobi had pleased him, more than anyone else here, though the Hokage's and Mizukage's response had also entertained him one after the other more than he could have ever hoped. While Hastur had initially thought that the Iwa representatives response had been measured and boring, Mitsuo's response to it, the heat and passion in his words and anger had mage the Raikage's happiness ascend like a swallow on the wind. The tension had caused Hastur's guards to be put on edge, should a battle be waged between all those present, they would likely destroy much of the village.

'It was a small outburst but he'd not laughed in earnest in a long time.'

"Ahahaha! look at all of you, so stubborn that you all speak the same words but are incapable of agreeing with one another, as if each of you yearns to desperately be the one whose ideas are accepted by the group, none of you willing to accept any idea other than your own... However, I must feel now and warn you all, I'll not have dissent at my kings-meet, such is an insult to me personally, and I will not tolerate insult... Firstly, Lord Hokage, I would never hope to chain a man with the vision of this man before us, as Ayakashi so elegantly said, I wish only to give his vision oversight, and the required follow through to not see my world collapsing after its corrupt foundations are torn from under it. Bringing me to your final point, you seem narrow sighted, there are many means to quell a nation, heal it, as you put it, that's exactly what I intend to do, would you not want to see Sunagakure born again?

His eyes would turn to Mitsuo now, Hastur could see the hurt in his eyes as he would make glances to the Mizukage, the god before them was nothing if not insightful, there was nuance to the words of the Mizukage, unless he was mistaken, she never spoke about punishing him, she spoke about her people, she claimed that she didn't want to, so that led the god-king among them to believe that she was skirting such a decision, it was a deceleration, but also a dissuasion...

Sarutobi, do not be dissuaded by the words of the Mizukage, I believe she does not wish to see harm come to you, while her idealistic nobility detests the deeds, her benevolence truly shines like a star that no hardened ninja could hope to comprehend. She hopes that she is not chosen to take you, she wishes to spare you, but she cannot do so against the will of her nation. A wise ruler knows their people, and would not allow conflict or themselves to stand in the way of their unity. So she hopes to lay that out before us, knowing that due to the harshness of that reality, none here will choose you to return with her and face it... She's doing you a kindness.

So, finally after addressing the individual points of the others, he would not make comment on the ideas of the Tsuchikage and Iwa due to the point that of all the arrangements that were named, it was the most uncertain, asking a man like Mitsuo to be taken to a nation only to have the policies of that nation potentially change on a dime when a new leader is appointed was a level of uncertainty that Hastur could not permit in such an important decision. So, the request, at least in his mind, was immediately out of consideration.

As i see it, we are all in agreement. No-one here as I've heard has claimed that there isn't a sickness in this world that needs to be cured, this fact remains self evident. But chaos in itself is sickness that plagues this world, darkness is merely a symptom, and while you, Sarutobi Mitsuo, stand as a beacon of justice, I will rise to stand as the banner of Order, quelling all chaos. So, what say you Sarutobi Mitsuo, swear fealty to whom you choose as it seems not to matter, but it would be under my banner of order, that you will truly shine."


Hastur would proclaim openly, brazenly, before the other nations. The idea of a banner that would end the chaos in the world was a strong statement. it spoke of a unity that had not existed in an age, but there could be considered to be a darker tone... my world, my banner. It was undoubted that there was a subtext to the words that he was speaking should one be suspicious enough to take his words at their meaning, and know that he was the kind who would never speak nor utter an unintentional syllable...


Something was coming...

Rippa

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Rippa would listen quietly and politely as each of them spoke. His blue eyes shifting to watch each of them. Ayakashi in her mannerism and suggestive nature. How she suggested that she would be forced to punish him if he came to her. However he doubted the execution would take. It never did with Mitsuo the immortal. That aside the memories of her scandal with the kumo girl were still a freshly healed wound. How she had manipulated her allies into assisting her against kumo and its now fallen Kage. Naturally it would be a hesitant choice to trust her with this. Even if he wasn't against even faking the mans death. A hero deserved to be more than a martyr. While he didn't agree with the mans choice to destroy a village it had been done due to years of neglect on their own part as well. Corruption had run its course because good men had done nothing. His eyes shifted from her to Harichimo. The young man seemed to know little of the man in question. Instead he named another Konoha raised shinobi. Neglecting to mention how the man had tricked Iwagakure to do his work. Still Rippa would listen quietly. Such subtle tactics may have raised Iwagakure from a similar fate temporarily. However his own solution was to imprison the man within the borders of his nation. Rippa had to wonder to himself. Could Iwagakure pull that off? What kept him from turning the village of Iwa to burnt rubble as well?

The troubling thought that hit him next was what could Konoha do? He had to wonder if he was a good match against the ex hokage himself. There was no shame in wondering if you could take down your predecessor. Every accomplishment Rippa had made aside from his mastery in archery Mitsuo had been there first. If he really thought about it Rippa was the only hope in active duty that could be relied upon if Mitsuo turned on his birthplace. That was assuming that his partners did not assist him. Still venom dripping from the mans lips would snap those blue hues to Mitsuo. Already the air in the room was growing warm. An impressive chakra signature. Still Rippa would remain calm as much was revealed to him. So the two of them had formed a group. The Aoi Bara. Rippa knew little of it but it would certainly warrant an investigation. Perhaps he would ask Mitsuo more of it later. After all such a potent group could not be ignored. Still the monkey king would work to calm him. The man would continue to speak and defend his actions. Offering his head should they demand it with no resistance. Rattling off a list of impressive titles and how their act would be shameful if they did. Rippa would not disagree. He would not allow such a thing to occur. Still the temperature in the room was returning to normal.

Hastur would speak next. Warning them against insulting one another in his meeting. He certainly found himself in a position of power. Still it was true they were all refusing to relent to the same concept. The man addressed Rippa as his concerns about chaining the man were taken literally. Of course Hastur had no intentions of simply imprisoning him. Why hang up such a wonderful tool? That was perhaps his greatest concern about the man. People were like useful objects to him. Value based on their capabilities and actions. Rippa still held to the ideas of each person born with value. Life itself holding value. He would turn and walk to the edge of the room before overlooking the clouds below and the village beneath them. Allowing Hastur to finish speaking to each of them in turn. Still he made his offer to Mitsuo and Rippa would sigh audibly. Speaking himself once it was all done and said.

"And so the world burned for men with good intentions to rebuild it. A Utopia erected from the ashes of lives lost in the crossfire. How sad a thing it must be to have the weight of such a decision placed upon your shoulders. As sick as the world must be one cannot burn out the sickness without harming its surroundings. Even now innocent lives are suffering in Suna as we debate who controls the hand that put them there. Yes they are free from the corruption. However I doubt sincerely that is what they think of at night. They think of empty bellies, lost homes and family. Friends they do not know where they are or what became of them. As soon as this meeting is finished I will be sending a messenger back to Konoha to prepare as much aid as we can manage. Water and food as well as tents for shelter and blankets. Clothing and comfort. We will dispatch a division of med nin. Along with a division of sword priests to defend them and the supplies. This is my solution. If you wish to help with sending more aid I encourage it. As Hokage I will help rebuild Suna. Not because I seek an alliance or a move for power but because innocent people need me to. As for the issue of Sarutobi Mitsuo. Despite his good intentions this suffering is partially due to his actions. I can not simply look the other way. Perhaps it is best that someone capable of reasoning with his passions does stand before him. Hastur is rumored to have that power as is Ayakashi. However Ayakashi has already suggested she would have to follow the laws of her land. Mitsuo the choice is yours. If you wish to make a home in Kumo I will not deny you this. Lastly though, Lord Raikage. You mentioned the world being sick. Do not for one moment think I will allow troop movements across Konoha's borders. If you attempt to cleanse the sickness in my lands without an invite, you will find my less accommodating. So long as I can draw breath Konoha will not share Suna's fate. Am I clear my lord?"


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Ayakashi

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'What was she supposed to say?‘

Ayakashi was spoken for by Hastur, he seemed to understand what she had attempted to convey, but, wanting to be able to keep her opinion as her own, unspoken so that her base and bias was ever covered, she bit her tongue. Hastur seemed to not want dissent at his table, such an account was fair, respect should be paid to the master of the house in all instances. Then, Hastur made a claim that Mitsuo should be the one to choose the nation of which he would reside in... so long as one was chosen, Ayakashi didn't much care, so long as it was not hers... Ayakashi knew that with the public opinion of the refugees entering her land, speech about the sarutobi and those who executed this deed would spread public outrage like wildfire, they would bay for blood and seek justice in any form. If ayakashi were to bring him back, there would be a riot in the land of Kirigakure. But what came next from the mouth of Rippa, was not something that Ayakashi had expected.

The speech was almost grand in response, the man truly seemed to stand behind the actions of Sarutobi, Mitsuo. Was he really so grand a hero? Sure, he was a fine ninja, though his zeal seemed to get away with him, it seemed that Mitsuo shared that with their current host in the Raikage. An expression of deep thought would overcome Ayakashi's softer features as she would say little in response to the speech, interjecting not... Until the final statement. Rippa, in an almost outstanding assumption at their grandstanding host, delivered a warning in no uncertain terms to Hastur, eyes shooting wide in absolute shock she would move immediately to see the reaction of Hastur in hopes that his face was not red with rage. In a not so distant reality, she was certain that she could feel Hasturs' weapon would go to a bow of some description, no doubt black as the night sky as a magnificent arrow would be placed upon it in the flicker of an instant, Ayakashi would, in less than a fraction of a heartbeat put herself in the path of the shot flowing Fuuton chakra inter her hand as her sage mode's activation struggled to keep up in time...

Raising her hand Ayakashi would knock the bolt aside, but the force of the blast and the thundercrack would shatter the composure of all that stood at the top of the mountain save for those in the cover behind Ayakashi and Hastur himself...

'But such were events in another world.'

Reality, was, in many ways far more treacherous, as tensions rose personas and actions mixed into the air like an open storm that could enact any action. With those that stood upon this particular mountain, words spoken out of turn could plunge the entire world into a new ninja war. A thought that the Mizukage detested... so much so it was finally time for her to chime in, her voice, reason incarnate in her low yet sultry tone. Ayakashi hoped that she would be able to steer the conversation back on point with her action and presence, she was one of the more famous ninja within the circle here, having been the longest single standing Kage in her generation, she hoped that her word here would rally the others to some form of order, rather than the potential chaos that could spin out from an overprotective or preemptive statement.

"I too believe we should focus on the innocent in Sunagakure, while my islands were not in a position to take in the fleeing as they fled, we can share the burden of others would you organize them to come to us. As for aid currently, I'm sure with co-ordination from Konoha, our hunters can take a pro-active measure in tracking down and systematically eradicating banditry and rogue elements within the sands, allowing Konoha's force and the remaining Sunagakure ninja to focus on the protection of the innocent as they attempt to rebuild. As Kumogakure has expressed interest in interim leadership of the sands, to that I am not opposed.

It was at this point, Ayakashi would turn to face Mitsuo directly, what he'd said, what he'd spoken of, held a great many truths. That was the reason she didn't want him taken back to her nation to face the judgement of the masses. There was a case to be made that she could convince their way of thinking to her and his side, but, knowing them. They were more zealous as a mob than he was, and something about Mitsuo seemed more extreme now.

Mitsuo, what Hastur says is true, I have no doubt in my mind that you're doing what you believe to be right... but laying siege to an entire city... Showing that you have the potential to do that, where the world at large already fears what a single ninja can do you parade it in their faces plunging a nation into fear and metastasizing that sickness single-handedly! You can't see it behind your zeal, but the truth is you've made it worse, and now we have to clean up that mess. I'm sorry, but, the end never justifies the means. We're ninja, the chakra running through our veins allows us to move mountains should we please... if it were a council that needed deposing if you have the power to glass a city you have the power to restrict that damage to a single building or even a single room. You could have identified each of them, and eliminated them effortlessly in their sleep with a surgical precision that would have afforded ZERO excess casualties. And i know this because I've seen you fight. But no, you chose wanton destruction, flaunting power to the world with the express purpose of sending a message of fear...

As for my friend Rippa here's brash statements, Kiri's way of waves stands for justice, not just for ourselves, but for everyone... I've heard enough about grand ideals today, all too often, these ideals lead to 'ends justifying their means...' I nor my country will abide such recklessness. So I'll ask, with due respect to the representatives at this meet to keep this in mind; that from this moment, should any action threaten the life of a civilian or unarmed innocent... be it a town, or a single child... be you ally, or enemy... No matter where it lays, Kirigakure will always be there to oppose you. Collateral damage by our hand, is not a concept we are willing to tolerate. So long as that's understood, and complied with in our actions moving forward, i have no qualms. If we're to change the world, to save it, we need to be better than that."


Ayakashi knew she was asking a lot, with her final statement she would stare directly at Mitsuo and Hastur. As far as she knew, were all ninja there, not leaders of nations, not philosopher kings or grand emperors. The idea of a war or conflict without collateral damage was a baffling concept, to many ninja there will always be those caught in the crossfire... but that didn't mean that they didn't have to try. That didn't mean they could fight in the streets with disregard to human life... But, through it all, she couldn't help but feel like she was loosing someone else close to her, fighting back the emotion, not allowing others to show that she was screaming inside, holding back the tears again as flashes of the others ran past her mind. Sure, her suggestion meant any fight would become harder, maybe nearly impossible, but... making the impossible possible, was what ninja were trained to do.

It's what heroes, do.


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14 Re: The Pristine Pantheon, Meeting of the Gods. on Sun Mar 11, 2018 11:49 pm

Harichimo

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His comment seemed to have struck a cord with Mitsuo as the man seemed to explode with his response. In his mind, Harichimo had one the first match in making him explode and show what he thought were the man's true colors as he gave his so called history lesson. The man's claim to be an equal to his sensei was no more then another lie Mitsuo was telling to try and make himself appear to be a saint like his many titles. In all the teachings Harichimo had been through Akira Kazako was a constant and this Mitsuo Sarutobi had nothing, not even a foot note. When Mitsuo had finished his rant directed towards him, Harichimo would give a small grin and grab his drink to sit on the arm of the chair designated to the head of Iwagakure. The man's ape guest seemed to have more sense then him as he tried to reason with him but just more anger and grasping at straws were what Harichimo saw. He would just sit and enjoy the drink as Mitsuo addressed the Kage in the room.

Next arose Hastur laughing at what was unfolding before him. A squabble of indecisive individuals on a big decision that had to be made Harichimo really had no say he was just the representative who tried to offer to take a trouble shinobi off their hands. Hastur continued on about bringing order to this lawless world and then it caught Harichimo's intentions as he revealed him hand. But the Hokage was first to chime in. He seemed to abandon the the thinking of bringing Mitsuo with him back to Konoha and shift to help the rebuilding of Sunagakure. Then trailing off with a threat of retaliation towards the Raikage.

Then the Mizukage's voice would raise in agreement with the Hokage's plan of cooperation to rebuild the now destroyed village. It made Harichimo smile a bit more when she would address Mitsuo and explain to him exactly what he had just explained to the man. But she spoke more artistic then he had put it. She seemed to lay into him the hardest as she drove home the points that Mitsuo would need to get into his head. When she was done speaking Harichimo would drink the last bit of his cup before giving his last couple of cents.

Once he got the last drops he would put the cup on the arm and clear his throat. "Well Mitsuo now that you have shown your hand the other three here can decide the best way to deal with you while you decide to which who you will swear your allegiance. Meanwhile in Iwagakure we have to deal with the civilians that you have left without home, leadership, and other basic essentials. I have stood there in the early mornings to help prepare food for the camps that line up almost back to the gates from the central courtyard. I have had to look in the eyes of family's broken apart, kids confused as to what happened, and others looking and trying to find where they can find rest. Without the commands of the Tsuchikage we cannot bring help outside the borders to help the rebuilding so we are full force on giving those within our gates above the bare minimum."

Harichimo would stand back up and begin to rub his chin before continuing his rambling. "speaking of the devil himself, the disappearance of the Tsuchikage lines up with the timeline of the destruction of the village. Now I wish you would swear loyalty to Iwagakure so that if we find evidence of the Tsuchikage being caught up in the destruction and falling then I could execute you myself in the courtyard. I was his best friend, brothers in arms, and even students to the same man that you claim was your brother in arms. Personally i call it an insult for you to claim to be my sensei's accomplice when I know he would call what you did an absolute atrocity. Karumo Sekuro of the Fantomusado was entrusted by Akira to lead us through good and bad times and now he is missing." His own words were enough to make his right arm tense up with an urge to destroy Mitsuo where he stood.


"Now make your decision while I address the lord Raikage. Hastur you claim to want to purge the world and bring us under a singular banner. I have had a couple close friends claim to be witnesses to your so called greeting. Some magic rods that call black lightning from the heavens. Was that supposed to be a threat and bring us in line? My friends did a favor saving your envoy from a bandit attack and now I will give you my own words as politely as possible and which are my own words not the words of whoever may come into power. Iwagakure stands as strong and proud as the mountains that surround it. And a mountain cannot stand when the rocks that form it crumble and fall from the common goal. We stand now to protect ourselves as well as those that now trust us to defend them from another tragedy. If there is word of troops making any sort of military advancement on Iwagakure I will be the first as Captain of the Monoliths to stand before you and feed you your own teeth. I am Harichimo Kazako, student to Akira Kazako the best taijutsu user in all the land. I was his pet project since day one. Not politically but in every other way I was groomed to be a spitting image. So maybe Mitsuo could fill you in one day on how my sensei is if his story held any merit. And that is all that the representative from Iwagakure has to say on the matters. Once Mitsuo makes the decision then we can move on to matters that are important to the present."


Finished with his piece he would walk up to Mitsuo within arms reach and stare at him. He could feel the tension return and the urge to punch this man was growing. "So what will it be? Will you run back to Konoha and live without a care? Will you answer for your crimes in a Kirigakure jail? Become a tool of the Raikage's will? Or will you come to Iwagakure and answer for yourself?" With those final words the tension became to much and with a snap reaction his right arm would come up for a jab trying to land square on the chin of Mitsuo.

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Mitsuo

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The Sword Saint of Konoha felt his rage building until he heard the man who seemed like a god of thunder begin to laugh, and suddenly it didn’t seem so bad anymore. He spoke of how everyone seemed to want the same thing and they were still fighting over it for no reason. After he spoke, however, things seemed to go fairly similarly. He spoke again about how he wished Mitsuo to join his village, and Rippa seemed to mirror the same sentiment, though his mirroring came with a threat aimed at the heart of the Raikage, and Mitsuo also assumed himself. He scowled as he looked towards Rippa, not sure why he felt the need to take such a stab at him. The Mizukage did nothing of the sort, though she seemed to still be sour and Mitsuo wasn’t happy about that. She spoke her piece about her village defending the weak or something along those lines, but also said that she had no issues with Hastur’s actions so long as he plays within her rules. Mitsuo was curious to see what those borders were and if Hastur would play within them. He had already made his mind up, as Hastur seemed to back him completely and appeared to be in a similar mindset as him, before he heard the insignificant dog begin to wag its tongue.

He attempted to weave a sob story about how much of a hero and a saint he was, trying to turn the council on Mitsuo. Mitsuo didn’t understand why this individual was such a shitty person, but he wasn’t having any of it. He rolled his eyes as the man flapped his gums, before his tone turned and he began to accuse Mitsuo of Regicide. It wasn’t the first time in his life that he was falsely accused of such a crime, and the first time he had literally hanged for the crime that he didn’t commit right here in this village, but he wasn’t going to have any of it this time. The heat emanating from Mitsuo was completely unbearable at this point, feeling like getting too close to a furnace if anyone stepped up to him. His anger burned with the passion of a thousand suns, each one of them seeming to burst forth from his skin as his rage burned hotter. The man began to speak about how Tsuyo was his best friend, and Mitsuo nearly lost it.

As he turned away from Mitsuo and back to Hastur, the Hellfire Drake had had entirely enough, Mitsuo not willing to take a single second more of this.

Do it.

His knuckles were white as he brought his hands together in front of his chest, the movement incredibly fast, as though he had done it a thousand times. The three hand signs that he had weaved would be impossible for the human eye to catch, save for maybe a couple of the people here.

They are all sinners...

He could feel the chakra building up inside of him, the raging winds screaming to be set forth as he gritted his teeth and shot his hands out to the side of his body, both palm out and fingers up as he looked up to the heavens. He doubted even Hastur would be prepared for this, but it mattered not.

They all deserve to die...KILL THEM ALL!

As his arms extended the chakra was released, a vacuum forming around the body of the Sword Saint of Konoha to protect him from what was about to happen. In less than the blink of an eye, all of the air within fourty meters of Mitsuo, which easily encompassed the entire assembly, was turned to razors, including the air within the bodies of the assembled. That razor wind would vibrate at an impossibly fast rate, reducing everyone gathered to a blood mist. He watched as Harichimo was torn to shreds, a satisfied smirk on his face. He saw Hastur brought low, not so divine now in this state. He watched as Ayakashi and Rippa were torn asunder, both of which were regrettable, but as an agent of justice it was Mitsuo’s divine right to ensure that they were removed from this world in order to bring about utopia. As the hot blood splashed across his face and body he knew that he had won, and that nothing stood in the way of bringing about the world that the people deserved. That was until something snapped him back to reality...


He felt it connect with his chin, the feeling of flesh and bone meeting flesh and bone as Mitsuo’s face moved off to the side, the sting of impact surprising him slightly. He looked towards where the punch had come from, wondering which of the kage had felt the need to strike him for whatever reason, but when he realized who it was a smirk spread across his face as he moved a hand up to grab Harichimo’s hand, pushing it down towards the side of Mitsuo’s body as he began to chuckle softly. “That was absolutely idiotic. You walk up to a man who is on trial for destroying a village, and is proven to be one of the strongest shinobi in the entire world, and you punch him in the face? Maybe you did learn something from Tsuyo...He was always just as brazen...” His chuckle grew to a laugh briefly before he stopped suddenly, and in a very serious tone he looked at the man. “Don’t let my reaction fool you, however. The next time you aim a strike at me, you had better kill me. Nobody gets more than one chance to kill the Sword Saint and lives to tell the tale.”

He would step away from the man who had walked towards him, cracking his jaw as he looked towards the three kage and shaking his head. “Now if everyone is done being children...I have made my decision. As it seems to be the consensus of the assembly, save for our foolish friend over here who clearly heard one too many of my brother’s tales of heroics and believed he could slay a dragon, I will pledge my services to the Raikage and to Kumogakure. Hearing each of your words, however, I have a few things I would like to say. Firstly I am a Konoha shinobi, and always will be. I have walked freely for many years, but as the seventeenth Hokage I have never had any interest in calling anywhere else home. I only do this because it seems to be the ‘punishment’” he would make the quotation marks in the air as he said this, illustrating his sarcasm. “that the world has chosen for me. I am not one to shy away from punishment, and I will therefore do my best. I am a defender of justice, and I will say this now. Rippa, Harichimo, you have both threatened the place that I live. Both of you threatened harm towards Hastur and the village of Kumogakure, and that is not something I will stand for. Remember what it was that brought us here on this day, remember the things that I have been accused of, because that is the man who stands beside the Kage whom you have threatened. I am a warrior, and while I do not seek out war, if it is brought to me I am the blade that will decisively end it.”

He knelt before the Raikage, summoning his Sword of the Immortal Blaze into his hands, and spoke “I pledge myself entirely to the village of Kumogakure and to you Lord Raikage. I will defend the members of this land, and I will continue to keep it a safe place. I will turn away all threats, and my blade will serve until you no longer have need of me, or until I have paid for my alleged crimes, whichever comes first...” With that he would stand, turning back to the rest of the assembled individuals, resealing away his sword before looking at Eizo, who would not and put a hand on Mitsuo’s shoulder. “This world is sick, friends, that I was not lying about. Make sure that you work towards bringing about the cure...whatever that may be...” and with those words, Eizo reverse summoned Mitsuo back to the Monkey Kingdom, away from the squabbles of men, and away from the congregations that sought to put him in chains...

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'Fool me once...‘

Ayakashi seemed to be in accord, though to her shock and awe the Hokage, swinging at shadows would make a retort with a daggers edge at Hastur. The scowl that would cross his face and darken his mood as his brow furrowed and his features became pointed with anger and disappointment. He has explicitly told them there was to be no dissent at his meet, and there they were, dissenting with the best of them. His lips would open, his tone would flatten into something that was intended as threatening, no longer with the grace of friendliness as a pretext... It seemed the relationship between them all had come to sour. "I wont pretend to know what you're talking about Rippa. My land is whatever ground that lays beneath my feet, so here stands I, and this land is mine. I'll not warn you again to mind your tone with me, two is more than I care to spend on most, one should be pleased with my benevolence in the matter... "

While Rippas comments at least had been modest if not honest and direct in a series of hypothetical what ifs; little more than a warning of what not to pursue in his lands... The one that would follow it from the ANBU was little less than insolence made manifest. He not only had insulted one of his guests, making the entire meet uncomfortable for those in attendance, he had the nerve to confront Mitsuo directly... even worse. He had the unbridled temerity to approach and strike Hasturs' guest with a coiled fist. The blow would ring aloud for everyone to hear, but not the camels back had finally been broken. Hastur would wait, simply wanting Mitsuo to have his reaction to the strike, which seemed to be a modicum of respect, while Hastur could see and understand the resolve that led to that thought, when considering the time and the place, neither were appropriate, neither could be forgiven. Then Mitsuo would move to bow...

'A single hand would raise to Silence the Sarutobi for now.'

"Cease..." Hastur would speak almost absently as all of his attention was still locked on Harichimo. Hastur demanding the attention of the former Hokage as Mitsuo was about to open his mouth to make his pledge. "A bow, I can permit... your oath i expect... but... I will not accept you kneeling to any man. You bow to no-one. Rise, speak your oath, and then step back, I'd like you to bear witness to what comes next..." The Raikage would say, sinister overtones in his speech as he would then and only then let the man speak, listening intently as Mitsuo swore to protect him, his nation and all of the people within it. To cut down its enemies and hunt down all those who would hope to do it harm. They were fine words indeed, words worthy of him, and worthy of the Raikage, it would have bought a smile to his face on any other day. But

Once he came to a close, Hastur would, with all the patience of a sun in supernova, face Mitsuo and perform a bow that was little more than a nod, and turn once again to address the Iwa nin.


"While the Sarutobi's words to you were... entertaining, I fear they did not quite convey the severity of the situation that you seem desperate the thrust yourselves in, so, allow me to reiterate." Hastur would speak, taking a couple steps forward towards Harichimo, and moving his hands towards one another, the sky above him blackening further. A black lightning bolt raking across the sky like an open wound as winds would pick up at the top of the mountain, whipping at the ninja at the top.To any who would have a means to sense it active, the chakra whipping the wind into a frenzy would be his own, the world around them would be bathed golden with the raiton in the air. Pressing his hands together, he would, with a grimace, draw from his skin a long black rod like the kinds that each of the nations had been shown by the herald that had traveled to each of them in turn. The black chakra receiver would be thrust into the earth and struck almost immediately by a bolt of onyx lightning that would put a crack through the stone they were standing on. A wave of force would emit from the blow, as the receiver would be transformed into that of a jet black spear with a half moon crescent on the other end as a counterweight.

"Do not slander yourself for a moment and think that I will stand by and allow your filth ridden tongue to disrespect my station by speaking to me as an equal, you foolish insolent child! It is my divine will alone that tethers you to your mortal coil and my mercy that will allow you to leave this mountain with breath in your lungs and life in your veins. Your paranoid cowering mind believing my calling a threat speaks only to your own weakness. But I'll not stand such flagrant disrespect in my land!" What happened next, few would be able to perceive. Raising his spear above his head again, it would be struck by a second bolt of black lightning, but, without the spear attached to the ground, it would linger forming something akin to an animals head at the end. Performing a half-hand-seal, power would explode from the Raikage, enough to knock Harichimo in parcicular to the ground, or at least to a knee. Hastur would let out a cry of: "Divine Art!: Amenonuhuko!!!" In the blink of an eye, Hastur would hurl it for Harichimo on a downward angle, his chakra pulsing as his entire body was totally enveloped in black Raiton as the world went still for a moment. As soon as the spear was cast, shock waves of force would explode into being, coiling backwards from Hastur in rings as the obsidian jet would trail close enough to Harichimo's ear to give him a haircut... But to Harichimo's eyes, it would simply vanish, far too fast for the ANBU to comprehend... but not what happened next... all would percieve

The jutsu would collide with a nearby mountain, and there would be naught but silence as the weapon, without faltering in the slightest would penetrate its surface before an explosion would expand from the face in a deep bass like buzz. The force causing the mountains structure to implode into it, caving it in as it lingered almost totally annihilating the entire upper half of the tectonic structure and leaving it as little more than a basin of molten stone from the heat of the blow. No doubt, eyes would turn back to Hastur as he would stand calmly once again, the light and aura of power fading into nothing as he had thrown the devastating jutsu.

"Should I wish to threaten you, I would have done so clearly with action and not hid behind a messenger like a coward. I will not tolerate the sight of you, or another word to pass by your tainted lips and reach my blessed ear... leave, now!" Hastur would give his ultimatum, turning his back on him but facing the other Kage and folding his arms, awaiting Harichimo to be gone before looking to the others in turn. The affliction of his final word would leave nothing to be desired. If Harichimo wanted to live, he would obey. Only after he followed through with the demand would Hastur speak to the others.

"I apologize that the two of you had to bare witness to that... I do hope you all enjoy the remainder of the events and celebrations I have in store for the exams. You are of course welcome in the grandstands at my side and know that I bare neither of you two ill will." Hastur would not explain himself, as for him, there was nothing to explain. He held his truth self evident. Nor would he apologize for his action, as he knew he was right


"The Iwa ninja has left a foulness on my mind on our meeting, that, i will not forget. I'll bid you goodbye good Kage, until we meet again."

With a not to Mitsuo, and turning to leave and signalling that his want for his presense was now over. A flash and a crack, would emanate from the Raikage's position, leaving nothing but the sound of rolling thunder as the enigmatic Hastur was gone, as if he had never been there in the first place. Leaving only those in attendance at the time to each other and their thoughts at the top of his mountain shrine.

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Amenonuhuko:

Name: Ame no Nuhuko
Type Of Weapon: Spear / Great Arrow
Rank: SS (Legendary)
Elemental Alignment: Black Raiton
Ability/Function: Amenonuhuko is a legendary weapon forged from a Black Receiver drawn from the heart of Hastur. Moulded by charging it with Black Raiton, the weapon is highly dense, weighting almost one hundred kilograms and is capable of shattering bones and tearing off limbs with basic strikes with the blunt edges or penetrating through undefended ninja effortlessly with the tip without any sign of slowing.

  • Divine Art: Striking the Sea: Channeling [???] Black Raiton chakra into the spear, the weapon calls down a bolt of black lightning from the skies which strikes the spear, irradiating it and giving it the appearance of a predatory animal of some kind. Throwing the spear caused it to be projected in a straight line at 100mp/s until it collides with an object. With a single half hand-sign, the chakra around the spear expands with a massive bass-like humm as it creates a 125m radii sphere of power at 40mp/s which lingers. The lightning that collides with the spear and surrounds and expands from it, is strong enough to disintegrate everything it touches with a hum as it breaks it into nothing.


Appearance: A matte black raiton receiver forged into a 1.8m long spear with a crescent moon counter-weight at the back. The spear has no distinct qualities other than its composure, alluring to the black receivers used by the former sage of the six paths and his varying reincarnations and relatives.
History: Ame no Nuhuko was the spear that was said to have risen a divine island from the sea by a god. Doing so by being thrown into the sea, as its power caused the water to drop like it had been wounded, revealing the land that skulked beneath the surface.

Rippa

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Rippa would sigh and stare off into the rare scenery before him. This wasn't anything new he supposed. He had listened to people boast their powers before. Always with some sort of display or another. Tempers were bound to raise and someone to do something pointedly foolish. Of course if you put all the biggest pri...powers in one room it was bound to remain tense. Especially with the host acting like the others should bow before him or there was a threat of something else. His blue eyes shifted as each of them spoke in turn. Of course the first of them to actually physically strike another surprised him. Harichimo felt very passionately about the subject it seemed. Perhaps he was feeling like a mouse in a room filled with tigers. Some display of his prowess perhaps needed to level himself with them. A strike to Mitsuo's jaw was dealt and Mitsuo simply took it head on. The heat in the room building once more as Mitsuo reacted with some restraint. Giving the man the one blow before departing ways himself. The decision made it would seem. Still Harichimo was left in the center of the floor with his out burst.

Instead he would review in his mind Ayakashi's statements. She would stand against Hastur if this turned into some play for dominance and power it seemed. Helping out Suna with a military presence against their enemies supporting whatever aid Konoha brought back. It was certainly a good play of diplomacy that strengthened the bond between the two nations. However his attention was broken from that by the sudden surge of power from Hastur. The mans full intent on Harichimo as his chakra turned black and began to form into something horrendous. Rippa reacted quickly by raising his right hand as a wall of blood shot up from out of nothing between the two. However unless someone intervened it would not be enough to negate what happened. The mans dark energy blowing right through the defense and passed Harichimo's head only to remove a piece of mountain. Barely slowed by the wall of blood with a hole punched clean through it now. The blood wall crumbling and fading to mist and then nothing shortly after its failed attempt. Rippa would watch Hastur with concern in his blue eyes. Raiton was of course going to negate his blood to begin with but that level of difference. That level of technique should not have been brought forth over a small insult.

Rippa would pat Harichimo on the shoulder as if urging him to be on his way before stepping between the young man and Hastur even as the air still crackled with the mans power.The man would excuse himself and wish Ayakashi and himself well before he too was gone. To which Rippa let out a held breath and his shoulders slumped a little. against that kind of power he wasn't certain what was expected of him. Still for the time being only insinuations had come about. He needed to go about getting those orders started. To get forces moving and see how it all shifted. His life seemed like it could get complicated and quickly. He would glance to Ayakashi a moment before bowing his head to the remaining Kage. Looking passed her to the sight of the mountain with dust still rising from it. "Temper temper temper" Was all he would say before smiling and turning to walk to the edge of the empty floor overlooking the mountain ranges. Across his back blood wings appeared to form and with their crimson feathers spreading he would flap them once before stepping off the edge and letting his wings glide him back down. Time to relax in the clouds and think he supposed. Like a great eagle soaring above.

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LOCKER | JUTSU | Rippā | BATTLE SONG

Missions:| D: 4 | C: 2 | B: 3 | A: 1 | S: 0 | SS: 0
Specs:
Medical Ninjutsu S - Ninjutsu S
Elements: Blood/ Raiton

Ayakashi

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'Chakra was in the air.‘

The place was about to explode, so, in the small time that she was able to, Ayakashi would pre-prepare her tenketsu for what was to come, if she tried hard enough, she might have managed to get in between the Hokage and everyone else if everything turned sideways. Ayakashi was certainly happy that Mitsuo had chosen a side that was not hers, his decision brought a smile to her face for a moment knowing that he would be safe. Though the power that had just been traded to Hastur was something that she could not ignore, though, Mitsuo Sarutobi was supremely loyal to a fault, she knew he would never do anything to harm her, she doubted that this allegiance would interfere with any of his vows that he had spoken in the past, to her, or to anyone else. The Sword Saint was many things, and, liar was not amongst them.

As the tension began to rise, the blow to Mitsuo from Harichimo, and it not being the other way around honestly surprised Ayakashi, though, she knew in that instant, with a quick look to Hastur's face, a mixture of amusement, surprise and absolute resentment, put Ayakashi on a level of edge that she had thought to be fictional until now. Ayakashi's hand was now already on Kusanagi, the Tenketsu in her hand primed and ready to extend the blade in a fraction of a second as her defenses would be put in place. Chakra flowing into the Fuma Shuriken at her back for the purpose of the substitution technique as well as a series of techniques in her head about how to approach combat if she had to begin it here and now. Simply put, she would not be able to use some of her more powerful techniques in their normal manner due to the close proximity of her allies... Then there was the manner of Hastur's Raiton. it was strong, perhaps too strong. She'd never seen black Raiton before, but she could already feel the influence of it shaking her soul to some degree... the Hyouton flowing through her didn't like it at all... it would be bad if Ayakashi attempted to clash head-on with him... that much certain.

'And darkness flew on charged ebony wings.'

There would be a roar, and Hastur would have his say in anger, Ayakashi had thought him upset, without doubt, but his manner didn't seem volatile. None the less, as much as he seemed angry, Hastur was in total control of himself, everything considered, everything without purpose. He was either going to deliver swift and absolute justice, which, Ayakashi would not get in the way of, as much as she hated to admit it, Hastur had said that he would not tolerate this sort of nonsense... and yet there it was... Harichimo either had a death wish, or he was little more than an ignorant child whom should never have been taken here... Where was Tsuyo Hyuga? Ayakashi had known that Tsuyo was no longer the Tsuchikage, but surely he would not be the kind to simply vanish from his position and not leave something in his place. He'd mentioned to Aya that he had been grooming someone to take the position, Ayakashi herself had met this person... and... this was what was sent..?

Were the boy innocent, Ayakashi without a doubt would have stepped in front, activating her sage mode as she moved and used her position, prestige and the apparent respect that Hastur seemed to have for her to cool the scenario down. But, in earnest, Harichimo was not innocent, leaving Ayakashi to turn her head and defer to the judgement of Hastur... Though, as his spear came into being, Ayakashi saw for the first time how he had come into contact with the legendary black chakra receivers... they were generated out of his heart... a power that had not been seen for an age. Ayakashi's eyes would widen in shock... There was no Rinnegan, instead, his eyes seemed to have been stained crimson with his chakra... whatever this man was, he was something else, the second coming of something great... perhaps merely the beginning of something more. He would coil the spear as a surge of blood would expand into a wall from the Hokage, another shock as Rippa would reveal a potential trump card in a vain attempt to protect Harichimo.

There were some revelations, but, Ayakashi was not about to issue another challenge, as, almost symbolically, the charged black crowlike Javelin of power would be hurled with such force that sonic booms would explode from Hastur's hand. Opening a hole in the fabric of the sanguine blockade almost before it made contact, parting it with the polarity of the jutsu as it would whip to the side of Harichimo's face, close enough to leave a papercut on the boy's cheek should he do so much as hesitate in the wrong direction... The lightning that coursed around the spear would be raw, unbridled fury cloaked in power as it would soar into the distance, eating the heart of a mountain like a titan as it would collapse into little more than a crater, like a blown out volcano with the basslike buzz of the Raiton that expanded into a static roar before fading into nothing...

Hastur's final speech somewhat resounded with Ayakashi, she liked the thought of a Kage in the north in Kumogakure that was not a schemer, that wore his heart and intentions on his sleeve, although he seemed to have a couple of... quirks... he was a dangerous man, but Ayakashi doubted that she would ever have trouble understanding exactly where he stood. Although, that led her to worry more about his ambition, than his attitude. It was clear to her that he was a man with a goal, a man who had intentions higher than that of his station. The Daimyo of his nation was already bowing before him at the Chunin exams... that much alone made the power dynamic clear. As he would address the remainders, Ayakashi would bow lowly and graciously.

"And, if it has not already been said enough, I humbly appreciate your invitation to your nation. It has been a pleasure, to see the events unfold."

Raising, Hastur would leave, should Mitsuo have a moment while he was alone, away from Hastur Ayakashi would hope to get his attention alone for a moment. "I'm sorry Mitsuo, I know you, I'd never throw you to the wolves, I think this way, everyone gets what they need. I'll be seeing you soon, I hope. Friend." Soon after no doubt he would leave, and Ayakashi would linger, listening to the quip of the Hokage as he would move to the edge, the crimson liquid chakra had become wings as he muttered something about a temper under his breath before looking to leave. Without turning to face him, Ayakashi would look over her shoulder...

"I would not neglect your training in the coming days Lord Hokage, "
Though Vague, the statement conveyed everything she would intend it to, as she would begin to walk down the stairs, far more slowly than she had arrived, taking the long walk down the mountain to think about what she would have to do in the nation... perhaps it was time to deploy ninja into Kumogakure again to keep an eye on everything... or perhaps it was still too soon. Ayakashi would have to see what they did in Sunagakure, and use her nations' presence there to see just exactly what kind of game he was playing...

'Time would tell'

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Harichimo

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He felt fist connect with jaw in what should have been enough to make them even in the eyes of kage but in his soul Harichimo couldn't let that be equal to the evils this man had committed. Without thinking his left arm was going to deliver a blow that would have made any other shinobi quake. But in time Mitsuo had his hand in a grip and holding him back with almost no stuggle. Harichimo would just keep pouring more and more into it without even thinking as Mitsuo finally acknowledged his pressence. Once Harichimo could have his hand back it did he have some sort of measure of this man's strength. This man had some experience over him but Harichimo knew he could take him in a fight.It was then that Mitsuo made his choice to serve a sentence under the new Raikage Hastur. In his mind he knew that Mitsuo took the easy way out aligning himself with the other lunatic in Harichimo's eyes. Mitsuo continued to speak as if he was not on trial but on some sort of pedestal now that he was some sort of defender of justice in this land of lightning. Harichimo just shook his head thinking how he should have taken the risk to increase his strength and leave Mitsuo as a pile on the ground to be thrown off the edge of the mountain.

Next came the Raikage who seemed to be all of delighted to have his new toy and obedient solider. Hastur really seemed to be milking the dramatics and ceremony of the moment rather then treating Mitsuo as the criminal he was. Harichimo could feel his arm tense up again, this whole ordeal was giving him quite the temper like he had never felt before. But he had enough sense to know that laying a hand on the Raikage would be his death sentence. And it was what Hastur seemed to have in mind as he pulled another of those black rods to strike it right into the floor. Harichimo was ready for the same old trick to reveal itself but what spewed forward was unlike anything he had ever felt before. So much stronger then anything he had thrown his way. With his final words echoing like thunder in the room Hastur unleashed a storm onto him. When Hastur raised his show of force, Harichimo was hit by what he could only describe was a wall of pure force as he was pushed almost all the way out of the room and onto the edge of the stairs as he struggled to find any grip to catch himself. He only managed to get a grip at the very edge of the temple entrance when he looked up to see nothing but black coming to engulf his face. It was a moment where he had felt worry and terror for the first time, he had no time to usher forward any sort of defense or throw himself in direction of safety. Then time seemed to stop as he could feel nothing but cold overcome him. What the hell were you thinking you idiot? You know there is a reason Akira never brought you into the fold of grooming you to take his seat. Karumo never would have gotten into this situation. Akira taught you nothing but to fight and be a symbol people could stand behind as you fought for them. And look where that gets you. You decide to let your emotions carry your weight rather then your intelligence. You punch a man on trial for destroying an entire village not thinking of the consequences. Everyone that has relied on you this far and the village that rallies behind you, you have let down. How will the next Tsuchikage have you remembered then? As nothing more then a fool who punched first. The black seemed to block everything in his vision when a splash of red interfered and brought color to him for a second before disappearing back into black with a loud bang returning his vision to normal to see Hastur standing back turned to him and the Hokage helping him back to his feet.


Harichimo had no clue what he had done to earn the good graces of this single individual but it was a break from the scorn has he put a hand to his chest. His body hadn't even had the time to go into full fight or flight mode in the exchange. Harichimo would just breathe heavy as he felt some pats on his back from the Hokage. It was in his best interest to take the signal to leave. Harichimo would just bow to the Hokage and towards the Mizukage without saying a word and start the walk down the stairs. With every step his heart raced. He could see the damage that the Raikage's technique was capable of in the distance and seeing how close he was to death. Harichimo now knew he had been in the prescience of someone who was a real threat and would have been more then he could handle in a melee. Harichimo would look away from the damage and look over himself. With each step a new part of his being was checked until he looked to his left shoulder where a bit of blood stained the gold of the Monolith jacket. He brought up his hand to feel a small sting, he gingerly felt the opening of a decent cut across his cheek. He knew was lucky to have only escaped with just that and whatever the blanket of red was that broke the darkness for a split second played a role in his survival. He would activate a small portion of his healing chakra and begin to seal the wound as he thought of who or what it was that saved him.


It would only take a short bit to return to the Iwagakure camp where everyone was still looking towards the smoke and destruction of where the spear landed. Some people tried to come up to him for answers but he was not in the mood. Harichimo just gently pushed through the crowd to his tent where another ANBU was standing. "Send in a messenger within the hour, for now don't let anyone into my tent without my previous say so. I need to think some things over of how to proceed and bring news back to the village. For now the rest of you just return to what you were doing. It is still a time of celebration for those we have reunited and those who will be joining us for the trip back to Iwagakure." With that the people seemed to reluctantly go back to what they were doing as Harichimo entered his tent and reached for the closest bottle of alcohol he had been gifted and started to down it.


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