The Hokages Mansion...
The normally pale albino wore a simple Leaf flak-vest, covering the standard blue uniform of the rank and file shinobi. Gone was the shock of white hair though, replaced by a simple dye job of black. His tell-tale crimson eyes were now covered by dull brown contact lenses, simple disguise techniques but effective at hiding who he was, or at least those attributes that were so easily recognisable, even if everyone seemed to have white hair nowadays. To don a chakra induced disguise would have been rude, and more importantly detectable.
He carried no weapons, nor did he need to. Even Mikki, his erstwhile companion was nowhere to be seen this day as he methodically walked through the Hokage’s mansion, seeking the office of the Main Branch Sennin, one Yuu Kenshin.
Migoya had seen several Sennin and Hokage come and go, but never had personally had anything to do with them. They were always the distant figure rising above everyone else, whilst he lingered in the shadows below. The simple fact that he was willing to climb out of those shadows and approach a Sennin directly was telling.
It is time to protect that which I care for. Konohagakure’s people – from themselves if needs be.
Migoya went over the information his informants had provided about the Sennin. There was precious little which was incredibly frustrating.
Originally from the land of Stone, came here after the war… silver hair, muscular – is it pride, or a quest to excel? A taijutsu expert perhaps? He is also very serious… good. Serious people usually have suffered loss, or have resentment… I must find out which…
Kenshin’s door drew closer as Migoya adopted a more casual stride, as if he was supposed to be there in an attempt to blend into the surroundings. He approached the receptionist, an indescribable individual, and politely coughed to gain its attention.
“Apologies… I was wondering if I could have a quick word with Kenshin-sama? My name is Myakashi Migoya, err Chuunin. Its about, er, possible career paths”, he said, acting somewhat nervously.
With a small, uncomfortable bow, Migoya would turn and sit on one of the uncomfortable benches that lined the wall. He knew that these administrative types would keep him waiting, even up to a month, to respond to his requests but hopefully it would be worth it.
A benefit to both parties.
The normally pale albino wore a simple Leaf flak-vest, covering the standard blue uniform of the rank and file shinobi. Gone was the shock of white hair though, replaced by a simple dye job of black. His tell-tale crimson eyes were now covered by dull brown contact lenses, simple disguise techniques but effective at hiding who he was, or at least those attributes that were so easily recognisable, even if everyone seemed to have white hair nowadays. To don a chakra induced disguise would have been rude, and more importantly detectable.
He carried no weapons, nor did he need to. Even Mikki, his erstwhile companion was nowhere to be seen this day as he methodically walked through the Hokage’s mansion, seeking the office of the Main Branch Sennin, one Yuu Kenshin.
Migoya had seen several Sennin and Hokage come and go, but never had personally had anything to do with them. They were always the distant figure rising above everyone else, whilst he lingered in the shadows below. The simple fact that he was willing to climb out of those shadows and approach a Sennin directly was telling.
It is time to protect that which I care for. Konohagakure’s people – from themselves if needs be.
Migoya went over the information his informants had provided about the Sennin. There was precious little which was incredibly frustrating.
Originally from the land of Stone, came here after the war… silver hair, muscular – is it pride, or a quest to excel? A taijutsu expert perhaps? He is also very serious… good. Serious people usually have suffered loss, or have resentment… I must find out which…
Kenshin’s door drew closer as Migoya adopted a more casual stride, as if he was supposed to be there in an attempt to blend into the surroundings. He approached the receptionist, an indescribable individual, and politely coughed to gain its attention.
“Apologies… I was wondering if I could have a quick word with Kenshin-sama? My name is Myakashi Migoya, err Chuunin. Its about, er, possible career paths”, he said, acting somewhat nervously.
With a small, uncomfortable bow, Migoya would turn and sit on one of the uncomfortable benches that lined the wall. He knew that these administrative types would keep him waiting, even up to a month, to respond to his requests but hopefully it would be worth it.
A benefit to both parties.