Short, sweet, and to the point. Musashi could always trust Maki to be a man of action. The problem came in controlling his discerning ear when they began to speak Fiero. Of course they could have been speaking Vulcan but that . . . would then mean that the Fiero that he thought that he heard, was very well saying something other than what he understood it to be. Ever subtle, the thing that made Vulcan most dangerous was that it was ever changing, ever evolving to take into account that one who was a part of the Konoha ANBU or the Hokage , wouldn't always be such. Rei would be proud that he hadn't let some knowledge of the old ways escape him. Which also begged the question about a certain other person. Yukio was a Hyuuga the last time that they'd met. Was it that he was going by the name of his adopted people or had he forsaken his old way of operation? There was much to dissect, and even more intel to gain, but Musashi wasn't here for such things. His seat of power was here, in the now, these gates, his duty. Soon all the chips would be on the table but for now, just doing his job would suffice.
Yes, Maki was a man of action, that in this case was exactly what the doctor ordered. Nodding as the man listed off who was in the party and just what had brought them, Musashi had no real reason to keep them any longer, Konoha and Kumo were allies, that much was a fact, and going beyond that would be going beyond what his character was and who he'd made himself to be. ~Thank you for that. Due to our alliance, you're free to go in if you'd like. One of my associates will provide you with the list of the rules and will guide you directly to the Raikage's meeting room.~ Flipping a page, he momentarily held up a finger for a pause before he went back to writing on his notepad. The next bit was probably going to totally and irrevocably derail the rather light mood but he owed it to the alliance to at least be that much upfront. The details weren't all that well known but Musashi had made it his business to know enough to be able to provide a moment of clarity in an otherwise dark spot on the timeline of things.
~Regretfully I have to inform you of the honorable Ayumu's health as of late. It is a situation of the sort that it has caused the Council to feel the need to elect a new Raikage. This is why I followed up after the last person that rather hastily let you. Konoha is welcome as they have been in the past, but we are quite frankly in the middle of an election and like many an annoying politician, we have a lot of people claiming to be the victor when the vote hasn't been cast. I merely needed to determine that the proper procedures were being followed. What I can do and will do is call a Sennin to come and hash out what can be hashed out. Understandably, if you feel the need not to enter than there will be no hard feelings, that'll probably be the smartest course to take if we're being frank about the sort of fantastical things that people can do with chakra in this world. The fact of the matter is, in the interest of peace I need you to not so much as stub your toe and for the Lady to not get a headache, least an accidental kerfuffle occur.~
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~As for the rogue shinobi that the late Raikage alerted you to, do you have a name or alias? We've had to bag and tag a few bad hombre's hailing or claiming to hail from the Fire Country and Konoha proper so I want to be sure which one I'll be sending for. By the way, did you all ever receive the remains for a certain, Maru or another? We sent them via express about a year or two ago, so . . . ~ Shrugging, Musashi moved a finger up to the headset on his head and clicked it a few times to signal for a Sennin via Morse code. This was now in the hands of Fate, or whatever other force was out there. He'd technically done his part, he'd asked the questions, verified the details and otherwise earned a good lunch. A smart shinobi wouldn't walk into the Lion's Den of a village in the middle of electing a new Raikage but they also technically had nothing to fear either. The key would be how deeply they'd play into paranoia. All eyes were on the gates, all eyes were waiting for the itchy trigger finger, and there Musashi stood, with no backup and only his pride in a job well done to protect him. Yesterday, all his troubles had seemed so far away, and like the weeds of the field, it seemed like they'd returned and were here to stay. Yep, yesterday had come quite suddenly . . . to today.
OOC: Signaling Kaji or Yuii to the topic to help hash things out.
OOC #2: Musashi/Umashi knows Basic (the language that everybody on NC speaks) ,Bohemian (Iwa/Earth Country Language), Fuego, Fiero, Vulcan and Ancient Kumo[Vulgar]. He's assuming that you're speaking Fiero but due to the nature of Vulcan, he isn't ruling it off of the table since he's no longer the sitting Hokage.