Post by Danjo on Dec 20, 2013 16:39:52 GMT -5
Two and a half weeks after Matamune's disappearance
Theme Music
The funeral march had enraptured the city as the procession flowed through the city, people paying their respects to Kazekage Matamune with flowers and memento's set at the entrance to the Kazekage's building. Flower petals covered the ground before the procession as it marched its way to the Kazekage's building.
Atop the building stood all of the Sunagakure shinobi adorned in their customary dark clothing, standing in a great platoon as though ready to march to war. The faces were sad but still held a gleam of seriousness, the shinobi way to not show your feelings was prevalent.
Each of them in turn walked to the alter that held a framed photo of the Kazekage Matamune. Scrolls, flowers, and incense adorned the alter as well. All of the customs of their land had for the memorial been met as they all stood in silence.
It was assumed that each one of the shinobi was remembering the great Rokudaime Kazekage Matamune while they had each set their flower before his shrine. Each one saying a prayer, or something of importance to their relationship with Matamune.
The last of the jonin council had just set their flower upon the shrine as Nanadaime Kazekage Kōho Seishen Danjo stood as the last in the procession of shinobi.
As Danjo approched the shrine a tired look stuck to his face, holding back his emotion he said a few silent words. Then bowed deeply to the shrine, holding his last bow to his mentor and friend for some time.
His memories brewing to the surface of his mind, the lessons he had learned from Matamune. This great man had such an impact on Danjo as he hide a small tear running down his cheek from his eye.
Even the skies wished to help Danjo through this inner turmoil boiling inside of him, helping him through this moment of his greatest emotion. The clouds covered the skies since morning but now great clouds had combined above them. With it starting small then changing into a thundering upon the village, the rain poured from the heavens. Hiding Danjo's tear and and washing across his face as though it understood, turning toward the multitude of shinobi behind him Danjo peered across them for a long moment.
Then he spoke.
Today we remember a great man, the Rokudaime Kazekage Matamune.
When one person dies, he disappears. Along with his past, current lifestyle, and his future.
Many people die in missions and wars. They die easily and in surprisingly simple ways. Those who die have goals and dreams. But everyone has something as important as those. Parents, siblings, friends, lovers. People who are important to you. They trust and help each other.
The bond between the people important to you ever since birth, the string that binds them becomes thicker and stronger as time goes by. Those bound to you by that string will do great things for you, or even make sacrifices for you. Because it's important to them, because you mattered to them.
I remember Rokudaime Kazekage Matamune, the laughs we shared, the arguments. All come flooding back to me now, his lessons are with us all now. His memory we must hold tightly, thinking on what he had brought to our lives. We owe so much to him, to his hands gentle guidance, his words spoken to strengthen.
This village was greater having had him here with us, our lives improved forever. As he passed on to us the same kindness, guidance, and trust that was given to him. So we must pass it on to the next generation, continuing the cycle of great shinobi within this village.
I remember Rokudaime Kazekage Matamune, our leader, our teacher, our Kage.
With his words finished Danjo turned and set the rare desert flower before Matamune's picture, allowing the rain to wash away the hidden tears he had shed.
Staring into the picture of Matamune the sky cleared. Just as quickly as the storm had started it also then faded away. The suns brilliant rays cascading down upon the picture casting brilliant lights upon Danjo's face.
I will find out what happened, Danjo thought, i will find you Matamune.
The funeral march had enraptured the city as the procession flowed through the city, people paying their respects to Kazekage Matamune with flowers and memento's set at the entrance to the Kazekage's building. Flower petals covered the ground before the procession as it marched its way to the Kazekage's building.
Atop the building stood all of the Sunagakure shinobi adorned in their customary dark clothing, standing in a great platoon as though ready to march to war. The faces were sad but still held a gleam of seriousness, the shinobi way to not show your feelings was prevalent.
Each of them in turn walked to the alter that held a framed photo of the Kazekage Matamune. Scrolls, flowers, and incense adorned the alter as well. All of the customs of their land had for the memorial been met as they all stood in silence.
It was assumed that each one of the shinobi was remembering the great Rokudaime Kazekage Matamune while they had each set their flower before his shrine. Each one saying a prayer, or something of importance to their relationship with Matamune.
The last of the jonin council had just set their flower upon the shrine as Nanadaime Kazekage Kōho Seishen Danjo stood as the last in the procession of shinobi.
As Danjo approched the shrine a tired look stuck to his face, holding back his emotion he said a few silent words. Then bowed deeply to the shrine, holding his last bow to his mentor and friend for some time.
His memories brewing to the surface of his mind, the lessons he had learned from Matamune. This great man had such an impact on Danjo as he hide a small tear running down his cheek from his eye.
Even the skies wished to help Danjo through this inner turmoil boiling inside of him, helping him through this moment of his greatest emotion. The clouds covered the skies since morning but now great clouds had combined above them. With it starting small then changing into a thundering upon the village, the rain poured from the heavens. Hiding Danjo's tear and and washing across his face as though it understood, turning toward the multitude of shinobi behind him Danjo peered across them for a long moment.
Then he spoke.
Today we remember a great man, the Rokudaime Kazekage Matamune.
When one person dies, he disappears. Along with his past, current lifestyle, and his future.
Many people die in missions and wars. They die easily and in surprisingly simple ways. Those who die have goals and dreams. But everyone has something as important as those. Parents, siblings, friends, lovers. People who are important to you. They trust and help each other.
The bond between the people important to you ever since birth, the string that binds them becomes thicker and stronger as time goes by. Those bound to you by that string will do great things for you, or even make sacrifices for you. Because it's important to them, because you mattered to them.
I remember Rokudaime Kazekage Matamune, the laughs we shared, the arguments. All come flooding back to me now, his lessons are with us all now. His memory we must hold tightly, thinking on what he had brought to our lives. We owe so much to him, to his hands gentle guidance, his words spoken to strengthen.
This village was greater having had him here with us, our lives improved forever. As he passed on to us the same kindness, guidance, and trust that was given to him. So we must pass it on to the next generation, continuing the cycle of great shinobi within this village.
I remember Rokudaime Kazekage Matamune, our leader, our teacher, our Kage.
With his words finished Danjo turned and set the rare desert flower before Matamune's picture, allowing the rain to wash away the hidden tears he had shed.
Staring into the picture of Matamune the sky cleared. Just as quickly as the storm had started it also then faded away. The suns brilliant rays cascading down upon the picture casting brilliant lights upon Danjo's face.
I will find out what happened, Danjo thought, i will find you Matamune.
