"Kibaku Nendo: Tori!"
The Forest of Death shuddered violently, yet this time its inhabitants would not dare to approach the hooded figure; Smoldering carcasses of what had once been apex predators littered the ground, the stench of molten tissue wafting through the air as it greeted any comers still fixated on making this their very final venture.
Yoshihisa was met with the dreaded sense of disappointment as he soared through the sky some time later. He had made his efforts to prolong the inevitable some more, but he knew there was no point to dancing around the subject matter ahead of him any longer. Beneath the wings of his avian construct rolled the vast expanse of Konohagakure, his next stop en route to whatever destination fate had kept from him ever since he had gone into self-imposed exile. The jab of discomfort at the sight of it was to be expected. For as far and wide as he had wandered the lands it was the first and only village he had gotten himself to approach since Iwagakure, so homesickness was a lurking threat in the back of his mind. Was his heart meant to belong here now all of the sudden? He doubted it.
An inaudible squawk and the clay bird set in its descent towards the ground, gliding agilely towards the rather imposing outer walls of Konohagakure. No matter how indifferent he wished to be, the sight -or blur, rather- of the grand Phoenix Gate on its own was already awe-inspiring, its widespread reputation by no extravagant once beheld up close. If time could be spared perhaps he would delve deeper into the finer details there were to know about it, he mused as his boots firmly planted themselves on the dirt below with a muted thud.
[MFT]
The Forest of Death shuddered violently, yet this time its inhabitants would not dare to approach the hooded figure; Smoldering carcasses of what had once been apex predators littered the ground, the stench of molten tissue wafting through the air as it greeted any comers still fixated on making this their very final venture.
Yoshihisa was met with the dreaded sense of disappointment as he soared through the sky some time later. He had made his efforts to prolong the inevitable some more, but he knew there was no point to dancing around the subject matter ahead of him any longer. Beneath the wings of his avian construct rolled the vast expanse of Konohagakure, his next stop en route to whatever destination fate had kept from him ever since he had gone into self-imposed exile. The jab of discomfort at the sight of it was to be expected. For as far and wide as he had wandered the lands it was the first and only village he had gotten himself to approach since Iwagakure, so homesickness was a lurking threat in the back of his mind. Was his heart meant to belong here now all of the sudden? He doubted it.
An inaudible squawk and the clay bird set in its descent towards the ground, gliding agilely towards the rather imposing outer walls of Konohagakure. No matter how indifferent he wished to be, the sight -or blur, rather- of the grand Phoenix Gate on its own was already awe-inspiring, its widespread reputation by no extravagant once beheld up close. If time could be spared perhaps he would delve deeper into the finer details there were to know about it, he mused as his boots firmly planted themselves on the dirt below with a muted thud.
[MFT]