Judori awaited the arrival of the son of an old friend. Given what he was told of this young man, he had to manage his expectations. What surprised the former steward was the young man's lack of will to become what his father was. Still though. Hiro regardless of the fact he was the Kazekage or not was a good man. Perhaps he was the best man of his generation. His death was truly a loss for Sungakure, and it was perhaps one of the many deaths that took Judori several years to get over.
Judori had knowledge that he married a Masashi, like himself. He heard that she was with child. That is unfortunately where it ended as communication died down. Judori was upset with himself for letting that happened. A grieving woman needed her time, but she needed to be tended to. Inara was an independent woman. A powerful woman at that. A master of martial combat, and one to be greatly feared within her own right.
Judori had worked his home forge to restore the famed blade Tatsumasa. No extra bells or whistles. It was a restoration project that took time. Judori adhered to the old ways. When weapons were made for the Sunahoshi, there was some ceremony to it. Judori relied upon a psionic control to fashion back the blade as touching it to him was simply put: heresy. Only a Sunahoshi could wield Tatsumasa. All in all it was perhaps his finest work. Memories of Hiro filled Judori's mind as he worked. It was almost like talking to an old friend who although absent still somehow filled the room with a presence.
What bothered Judori was how the sword broke. His listened to his wife's explanation. He played the scenario out in his head. It was hard to believe, but his son had dealt with powers that were on the same level. The Djinn was one such entity. The strange xenomorphic entity in the hospital. These Cabal while human were certainly of a higher power. Suna had been outplayed, his son was locked out. Judori worried over his son. He trusted in the fact that Sousuke was on the surface with Okibi, Tama, and Seven. Alive somehow. The surface was a dangerous place of Sousuke. Still though, he had that black blade with him. That weapon was still a mystery to the Steward, but it always kept his son safe. Hopefully that foreboding weapon was still doing its job.
Judori had knowledge that he married a Masashi, like himself. He heard that she was with child. That is unfortunately where it ended as communication died down. Judori was upset with himself for letting that happened. A grieving woman needed her time, but she needed to be tended to. Inara was an independent woman. A powerful woman at that. A master of martial combat, and one to be greatly feared within her own right.
Judori had worked his home forge to restore the famed blade Tatsumasa. No extra bells or whistles. It was a restoration project that took time. Judori adhered to the old ways. When weapons were made for the Sunahoshi, there was some ceremony to it. Judori relied upon a psionic control to fashion back the blade as touching it to him was simply put: heresy. Only a Sunahoshi could wield Tatsumasa. All in all it was perhaps his finest work. Memories of Hiro filled Judori's mind as he worked. It was almost like talking to an old friend who although absent still somehow filled the room with a presence.
What bothered Judori was how the sword broke. His listened to his wife's explanation. He played the scenario out in his head. It was hard to believe, but his son had dealt with powers that were on the same level. The Djinn was one such entity. The strange xenomorphic entity in the hospital. These Cabal while human were certainly of a higher power. Suna had been outplayed, his son was locked out. Judori worried over his son. He trusted in the fact that Sousuke was on the surface with Okibi, Tama, and Seven. Alive somehow. The surface was a dangerous place of Sousuke. Still though, he had that black blade with him. That weapon was still a mystery to the Steward, but it always kept his son safe. Hopefully that foreboding weapon was still doing its job.