You got my attention...
What was with all this fanfare and noise, people should just die quietly. This game of cat and mouse was about to come to a close, these games were good for morale but a waste of effort and energy. If it was up to him, he would have ended their suffering days ago. A cancer stick was gripped tightly between his teeth, the smooth menthol flavor turned his stomach and rotted his lungs but he could never kick the disgusting habit. His wife thought he looked cool whenever he lit one up, maybe he did this in her memory or perhaps he was weaker than he thought. It did not matter, it was not like he would ever live long enough for disease to take him, the Plague wars demonstrated his body's resilience.
The Plague War never ended, not for his people. While Sunagakure bided their time in this hole, Wind suffered the consequences of their foolhardy choices and selfish decisions. Their weather wizards lost their grasp over the storm, the very storm that divided the whole of this country. He, like the rest of the cabal hated this village and its people, they hated what Sunagakure stood for: cowardice and a people that held onto an authority that should have relinquished decades ago.
These people were all going to die. He took no pleasure in it, unlike several of his subordinates who made death a game. Their macabre pastime seemed to delight and entertain. He did not bother to county, all of the faces he used to remember so clear were now noting more than a blur. Even his wife and kids, shadows in the back of his mind. Thousands would die today, he would not be among these corpses but he was already on borrowed time. He took a deep drag before he plucked the unfiltered stump from his mouth and dropped it on the floor. His heel extinguished the last glowing embers.
He checked his watch, he still had some time enough to test his mettle one more time. Perhaps there would be a worthwhile challenge still. some kid claiming to be the Kazekage was the rumor that reached his ears. He was already well aware of the Steward's location, the Toad had relatively few uses but watchdog was one of them. The 'Kazekage' was not going to show. There was something to be said about having the heart to follow through and to endure after everything was ripped away.
Over the intercom through the static and the noise he heard an announcement:
He would have to blow the tunnel manually. This was going to be troublesome. He sighed as he pulled a small white box from his pocket, it was barely more than the size of the palm of his hand. "Mettlesome shinobis, they never know when to die," he muttered.
What was with all this fanfare and noise, people should just die quietly. This game of cat and mouse was about to come to a close, these games were good for morale but a waste of effort and energy. If it was up to him, he would have ended their suffering days ago. A cancer stick was gripped tightly between his teeth, the smooth menthol flavor turned his stomach and rotted his lungs but he could never kick the disgusting habit. His wife thought he looked cool whenever he lit one up, maybe he did this in her memory or perhaps he was weaker than he thought. It did not matter, it was not like he would ever live long enough for disease to take him, the Plague wars demonstrated his body's resilience.
The Plague War never ended, not for his people. While Sunagakure bided their time in this hole, Wind suffered the consequences of their foolhardy choices and selfish decisions. Their weather wizards lost their grasp over the storm, the very storm that divided the whole of this country. He, like the rest of the cabal hated this village and its people, they hated what Sunagakure stood for: cowardice and a people that held onto an authority that should have relinquished decades ago.
These people were all going to die. He took no pleasure in it, unlike several of his subordinates who made death a game. Their macabre pastime seemed to delight and entertain. He did not bother to county, all of the faces he used to remember so clear were now noting more than a blur. Even his wife and kids, shadows in the back of his mind. Thousands would die today, he would not be among these corpses but he was already on borrowed time. He took a deep drag before he plucked the unfiltered stump from his mouth and dropped it on the floor. His heel extinguished the last glowing embers.
He checked his watch, he still had some time enough to test his mettle one more time. Perhaps there would be a worthwhile challenge still. some kid claiming to be the Kazekage was the rumor that reached his ears. He was already well aware of the Steward's location, the Toad had relatively few uses but watchdog was one of them. The 'Kazekage' was not going to show. There was something to be said about having the heart to follow through and to endure after everything was ripped away.
Over the intercom through the static and the noise he heard an announcement:
"People, refugees of Suna, Emergency exit.. Location Toraono Dojo!! HURRY!!"
He would have to blow the tunnel manually. This was going to be troublesome. He sighed as he pulled a small white box from his pocket, it was barely more than the size of the palm of his hand. "Mettlesome shinobis, they never know when to die," he muttered.