Aoyagi Kyozo
[文民] Civilian
CRIMSON DEMON OF THE MIST
one-eyed dragon
Posts: 21
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Post by Aoyagi Kyozo on Oct 30, 2013 8:56:06 GMT -5
He grew tired of standing around talking, even if it had only been a few moments. Pocketing his hands, he began to walk off, heading toward the the moments he intended on seeing in the first place. It only took a minute or so to arrive there, as the monuments were quite colossal in size, they weren't hard to spot at this point in time.
Takemi was explaining something to Namazu when he wander off, with them close behind of course. Once he finally arrived and stood below the actual monuments, his gaze widened as he looked right to left. All seven of the present statues seemed so pristine, so polished. The village surely took care of these figures.
Irregardless to that, there were no feelings experienced. The first six figures were just stranger who he, honestly, didn't care for. It wasn't until he saw the last- which was actually the statue of the first Mizukage, that he could feel a sense of pride as he spotted the kamon of his clan etched into the statue.
"So you're the First," he asked rhetorically, glancing up at the face of the Shodai.
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Post by oda namazu on Oct 31, 2013 12:15:24 GMT -5
A low grumble escaped the man's blue lips, somewhere between a cough and a laugh. The girl was so much like her father and the rest of her clan; not caring for either the Mizukage or Daimyō, but rather which side believed in the unification of the people.
"Hmph, I feared as much. Ahh, so much for this old man's retirement."
Turning towards Kyozo, Namazu slowly approached the young boy, nodding his head silently as he noticed the little Aoyagi staring up at his bloodline's ancestor, the Shodaime's Mizukage. Apart from the physical resemblance between the two, both wore the symbol of their clan, a single shell.
"Now that was a shinobi if ever there was one. He who founded and brought meaning to the Bloody Mist."
Namazu obviously hadn't known the First, but he'd learned of him just as all the children of the village did in the academy. He was somebody Kyozo would have loved, a much better teacher than this old fish.
Scratching his rumbling belly, the Oda swordsman adjusted his kimono with his other hand and sighed. He knew he didn't want to be involved in this conflict, but it seemed as if eventually choosing a side would be necessary.
"Mmm, Takemi, and how fares your father, ahh? Last I saw he was a little bit... hurting. Kyozo, her father is Setsuna Tatsuo, the Katsuken. Strongest of his generation, and dare I say most others."
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Post by Takemi on Nov 1, 2013 13:18:59 GMT -5
As they walked through the monument dedicated to Kirigakure's "finest," which often just equated to strongest, she looked for one in particular. Her gaze brought her to a man standing behind the grizzly Shodai Mizukage. It was a statue of Setsuna Masanori, the founder of her clan. Originally a samurai, he traveled to Mizu no Kuni to train and learn new skills. However, he could not turn a blind eye to all the savage in-fighting the county suffered. So, he gathered as many like-minded warriors as he could, and set forth to unite the land. As a direct descendant it was her responsibility to fulfill his dream.
She had a plan, but it would take time. Tired of working in the shadows and hoping people would follow their example, she would handle things directly.
She would become Mizukage.
Her attention returned to Namazu when he mentioned her father. It was nice to hear such praise from one of his colleagues, but his condition still left a burden on her heart.
"Papa is surviving," her voice was low and her gaze averted, her hands fiddling with the edge of her shirt. "Mother's anti-toxin's have been getting better, more refined with time, but he is still suffering." She almost laughed as Namazu's description of her father's affliction sunk in. Hurting. Every nerve in his body raked with pain, and using chakra only made it worse. He was in hell. "His sense of humor has gotten better though. Outside of my training, he has grown more light-hearted. I'm sure he would enjoy seeing an old friend," Takemi would hold back mention that her mother had all but quarantined him from the public eye.
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