Wind blew gently through the dunes of sand, a barren landscape with no forgiveness to be found. A bandaged runt approached Hisao, gliding across the dunes with confidence regardless of size, or obvious age. Not that it was a surprise, villages make soldiers, trained from youth to die for the village that neither cares nor loves them, the same way a farmer considers a rake or plough.
Hisao was raised the same way, and had broken more than his share of village tools.
Hisao was headed to Suna to start creating his own tools. After they had disciplined the Jinkotsu in Konohagakure, they had become a hollowed-out skeleton of their former glory, as all that betray the Myakashi clan deserve.
Hisao planed to rebuild it himself, as Oyabun, but this time without a connection to any one village, it would had strength in its ability to be wherever it needed to be, and not locked down. This gate guardian was simply the first step to move past.
The size and gait of the Sunagakurian rake showed he was around 10, barely into double digits, but if Hisao’s own childhood was an indicator, he would be an experienced killer and no harmless child to be ignored. Not as experienced as Hisao, but not many people in their lifestyle made it to this age regardless. Oh to be young again, the things I could do,
picking at the stitches on his left arm he shrugged to himself, Not that age is really an issue anymore, not when I can just replace anything that stops working.
Tendrils shifting under his skin, Hisao tempered the instinct to strike immediately to move the only threat out of the way. He must be the only one to be guarding the gates, as if there was more they would have already moved, and I can’t see anything else moving in these sand dunes.
His knuckles cracked under the pressure of holding himself in check, as the boy arrived and challenged him.
“Name; Passport; Reason for leaving former village, and reason for coming to Sunagakure. Failure to produce these will result in rejection. Failure of compliance will result in confrontation.”
The boy’s words were bold, and they had an edge, like a eagerness to be done, Of which I am happy to oblige.
Taking a final drag of his smoke, he grinned and spat it out before answering, ”My name, oh Rake of Suna, is Hakanai Hisao of the Myakashi and Oyabun of the Jinkotsu. I have no passport, because I did not recognise the authority of the Hokage, so I beat him half to death and left. My purpose is my own, and one more thing.”
He reached up and dragged his ANBU mask back over his face. ”I am only waiting here so I could see how many of you there were, so I can get past you. I am a very busy man.”
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