Passive Days

Date Started: 5/14/24 
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----Timeline: May 1050 SE
----Setting: Kirigakure, Great Shinobi Countries
----Characters Involved:
*Uzushiogakure: Susamu Uzumaki
*Sunagakure:Nijimaru
*Kirigakure:
*Konohagakure:
*Iwagakure:
*Kumogakure:
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== Countdown ==
As Susamu Uzumaki emerged from the depths of the sea onto the moon-kissed shores of Kirigakure, his presence was a ghostly apparition amidst the darkness. The shimmering cascade of water droplets clung to his lithe frame, refracting the moonlight like liquid diamonds, while his golden eyes, sharp as honed steel, scanned the vicinity with an unwavering vigilance. Despite his chakra sealed beneath his skin, rendered near-undetectable by intricate Fuinjutsu seals concealed beneath his locks of crimson hair, Susamu remained cautious. With practiced precision, he bit his finger, smearing the blood across yet another seal etched onto his forearms. In an instant, his entire form shimmered, then vanished entirely, leaving only the whisper of displaced air in his wake. 
Cloaked in the shadows of the night, Susamu Uzumaki moved with the grace of a phantom, his every step a whisper against the earth. The dense mist that veiled Kirigakure's village concealed his form like a shroud, granting him the cover he needed to evade the vigilant patrols of shinobi that prowled the streets. With senses honed by years of training, he navigated the labyrinthine pathways with ease, his golden eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. As he slipped through the misty trees, Susamu's mind echoed with the words of his mission briefing. "The contact from Sunagakure should be hidden away somewhere nearby," he muttered softly to himself, his voice barely audible amidst the rustle of leaves. "If I recall correctly, I'm to look for the 'Sword Etched in the Stone'—whatever that means."
With the practiced finesse of a master, Susamu seamlessly merged into the bustling crowd of Kirigakure's villagers. As his invisibility faded away, replaced by the subtle transformation wrought by another Fuinjutsu seal, his appearance underwent a metamorphosis. His trademark long crimson locks were now replaced by a tousled brown cut, and his once-golden eyes shimmered with a verdant hue. Even his pale complexion took on a darker tone, blending seamlessly with the diverse populace of the village. The art of disguise was not foreign to the Uzumaki clan, renowned as masters of Fuinjutsu and stealth. Through generations of honing their craft, they had perfected the art of deception, their skills rivaling even the elite shinobi of Kirigakure itself.
With his new guise concealing his true identity, Susamu moved through the streets with ease, his every movement calculated to avoid drawing undue attention. Despite the throngs of people milling about, he remained inconspicuous, a mere shadow amidst the bustling activity of the village. As Susamu wandered through the streets, his keen eyes caught sight of a quaint establishment nestled amidst the bustling thoroughfare. Its weathered sign swung lazily in the breeze, bearing the name "Sword Etched in the Stone" in faded lettering—a name that elicited a wry smirk from the Uzumaki ninja. The irony of the title was not lost on him, a subtle nod to the clandestine nature of his mission.
With measured steps, Susamu entered the dimly lit interior of the bar, the scent of sake and sweat mingling in the air. He scanned the room discreetly, noting the various patrons engaged in hushed conversations or raucous laughter, oblivious to the silent observer in their midst. Seating himself at a secluded corner table, he cast a casual glance around before beckoning the bartender with a flick of his wrist. Ordering a glass of sake, Susamu's gaze remained unfaltering as he watched the bartender pour the clear liquid into a delicate ceramic cup. Before taking a sip, however, he paused, his senses on high alert. With a subtle twist of his wrist, he discreetly applied a thin film of chakra to the surface of the drink, testing for any traces of poison. Satisfied that it was safe, he raised the cup to his lips, taking a small sip as he contemplated the gravity of his mission.
As the sake warmed his throat, Susamu's thoughts drifted to the task at hand: the infiltration of Kirigakure and the theft of one or more of the famed Seven Swords of the Mist. Their intel had revealed that only two shinobi had been chosen to wield these legendary blades, leaving the rest unclaimed and vulnerable to theft. 
In the recesses of his mind, he also pondered the burgeoning alliance between Uzu and Suna, recognizing the strategic advantage it would afford them in their conquest. With Suna's formidable strength bolstering their ranks, he knew that Uzu would soon emerge as a dominant force in the shinobi world—a fact that only served to fuel his determination to succeed in his mission, no matter the cost. 
"How long do you plan to remain idle?" Susamu's voice cut through the ambient hum of the bar, without drawing the attention of the bartender who had been idly wiping down the counter. With a deft motion, Susamu discreetly placed a small seal beneath the surface of the bar, its presence hidden from prying eyes. As he did so, a subtle shift in the air indicated the activation of the seal—a silencing barrier that cloaked their conversation from eavesdroppers and thwarted any attempts at lip-reading. Behind the guise of the seal's illusion, the ambient noise of the bar morphed into snippets of inconsequential conversation, masking their true intent from any unwanted ears. Susamu's words were carefully chosen, their true meaning veiled beneath layers of deception—a tactic born of necessity in the clandestine world of espionage and subterfuge. As he awaited the response from who he noted to be the disguised Suna Shinobi.
The disguised Suna shinobi's eyes flickered with a brief spark of recognition before giving a drunken smirk as he looked almost in a daze and raised his glass before taking another drink. 
“Man you folk really are amazing,” he mumbled as he raised his head ever so slightly, using his drinking glass to conceal his lips and looked over as if he were gazing at the bottles of the bar. “I couldn't do anything like this, to think you could do this so quickly too.” He then lowered his glass and filled it back up with a bottle sitting in front of him. "You're late though," he said softly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of tension masked by a veneer of nonchalance. "I was beginning to think you got caught on your way here.” as the Suna Shinobi looked down at his glass it reflected the image of pure eyes of blue that were down right crystal like, he then ran his hand through his black hair and rubbed the scar on the back of his neck.
“I would like to assume you weren't followed here,” he commented before taking another drink. “So shall we discuss operations?” 
"Kiri is the most alert village out of the official Five," Susamu stated quietly, his words hung in the air, carrying with them a weight of caution that belied the casualness of their conversation, a recognition of the formidable reputation that Kirigakure held as a bastion of surveillance and security. As he spoke, Susamu's gaze flickered towards the bartender, his eyes searching for any sign of recognition or suspicion. He knew that his guise as a humble merchant seeking clientele was a fragile facade, easily shattered by the keen eyes of Kirigakure's shinobi. Yet, despite the inherent risks, he remained composed, his focus unwavering as he awaited the bartender's response.
With a subtle nod of acknowledgment, Susamu continued, his voice low yet resolute. "I won't be surprised if they have noticed our entry," he admitted, his words tinged with a casualness despite the situation as he knew that they still had more than enough time to accomplish what they came to do. Besides he was confident that he could fight his way out if the situation became to much.
Turning his attention to the matter at hand, Susamu's expression hardened. "As for the operation," he inquired, his voice steady despite the undercurrent of urgency that thrummed beneath his words. "Has your side had any luck locating the Swords' locations?" It was a crucial question, one that held the key to their success or failure in their quest to secure the legendary blades of the Mist.
"We were able to gather some Intel, not a whole lot, but just enough for what was needed." He replied as he stood up from his seat and sloppily wiped his area down with a napkin, letting out a drunken giggle. Playing his role as a regular drunken customer to a tee as his flushed face and cheerful expression was enough to hide him in plane sight. No one paying any mind to an idiotic drink in such an establishment. Despite how easy going he was each time he smiled and looked around, his eyes scanned the bar back and forth, making sure no one followed him or saw his gaze. He the drunkenly dropped a "white coaster" to the floor, picking it up and setting it between himself and the Uzu shinobi. 
"Everything we got is on that coaster, the moment you activate it you run the clock of it setting itself a blaze. So be quick with it whenever you do." He replied as he poured himself another drink. As confident Susamu was, Nijimaru was aiming to avoid a brawl himself as he hoped to not ruin the persona he had built here as one never really knows when such a thing could come in handy. "They're not too far away from here, we could intercept em fairly quickly when we move."
Susamu watched intently as Nijimaru rose from his seat, his movements clumsy and erratic, a stark contrast to the composed facade he had presented moments before. A faint smile played at the corner of Susamu's lips as he observed the Suna shinobi slip effortlessly into his role as a drunken patron, his flushed cheeks and jovial demeanor effectively masking his true intent. It was a testament to the bartender's skill in deception, a reminder of the myriad faces one could wear in the shadowy world of espionage. Despite the casual banter and the facade of intoxication, Susamu remained vigilant, his senses attuned to the subtlest of disturbances in the air. As the Shinobi's cheerful expression belied his calculated scrutiny of the bar's patrons, Susamu's own gaze flickered back and forth, scanning the room for any signs of surveillance or suspicion. 
His attention was drawn back to the Nijimaru as he dropped a seemingly innocuous white coaster to the floor, a silent signal that held the key to their next move. Susamu's hand moved instinctively to retrieve the coaster, his fingers curling around its edges as he met the Suna shinobi's gaze with a nod of understanding. "Place your hand on mine, I'll place a seal you that will come in handy for evacuation if thigs go wry." Susamu explained, his words a mere whisper, his hair covering his mouth preventing any lip reading. "The moment you activate it, you run the clock of it setting whatever you point it at ablaze. So be quick with it whenever you do." It was a stark reminder of the dangers they faced, a ticking time bomb hidden in plain sight.
"Aye, aye sir," Nijimaru responded as he placed the back of his against hand against the back of the Uzu shinobi. Nijimaru fully understood the alliance between the two villages was a decision made by the Kazekage so while normally he'd be hesitant to listen to someone like this, he's never been one to doubt the decisions of Yoshistune. "I heard you folk are really good with seals anyway, so I'm glad to see it's true." The Suna Shinobi replied before looking over to an open window, watching as people walked by the bar, keeping an eye out for any irregularities.
Susamu then placed his empty glass on the counter, the faint clink a signal of finality. He slapped a few Ryō on the counter to cover their drink, a gesture that further solidified his guise as an unassuming patron. "Then let us make our move," he stated with quiet resolve, his eyes meeting Nijimaru’s for a brief moment of shared understanding. Rising from his seat, Susamu began to make his way towards the exit, the weight of the coaster in his pocket a constant reminder of the mission's stakes. The two shinobi moved with purpose, blending seamlessly into the crowd as they navigated the misty streets of Kirigakure, their next objective clear in their minds.
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== Hearth of Fire ==
In the midst of a world fraught with economic uncertainty and geopolitical tensions, there exists a serene haven nestled amidst the verdant canopy of the Land of Fire: Konohagakure, the Hidden Leaf Village. Despite the tumultuous currents swirling beyond its borders, Konoha stands as a beacon of tranquility and peace, its verdant landscape a testament to the resilience of its people and the strength of their bonds. In the heart of Konoha, the bustling streets are alive with the harmonious symphony of daily life. Merchants peddle their wares with smiles, children laugh and play in the village square, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind serves as a soothing backdrop to the rhythm of everyday existence. It is a place where time seems to slow, where the worries of the outside world are left at the village gates.
What is perhaps most remarkable about Konoha's tranquility is its ability to endure despite the challenges that loom on the horizon. In a world where economic instability casts a shadow over many nations, Konoha remains steadfast, its economy buoyed by a strong sense of community and cooperation. The village's leaders work tirelessly to ensure the welfare of its citizens, implementing policies that promote equality and prosperity for all. But perhaps the true secret to Konoha's peace lies not in its material wealth or political power, but in the spirit of its people. United by a common heritage and shared values and Led by the Hokage, the villagers of Konoha stand shoulder to shoulder in the face of adversity, drawing strength from each other in times of need. It is this unwavering bond that serves as the foundation of Konoha's tranquility, a bond that transcends the uncertainties of the outside world.
As the sun sets over the Hidden Leaf Village, casting a warm golden glow upon its tranquil streets, one cannot help but feel a sense of gratitude for the sanctuary that Konoha provides.
== Water's Tranquility ==
In the midst of a world gripped by economic uncertainty and geopolitical strife, there exists a village shrouded in mist, where the echoes of a turbulent past reverberate through the streets: Kirigakure, the Hidden Mist Village. Despite its ominous moniker as the "Bloody Mist," Kiri stands as a testament to the resilience and unity of its people, a fierce and indomitable force in the face of adversity. From the swirling mists that cloak its borders to the tumultuous seas that surround it, Kirigakure is a place of contrasts and contradictions. But amidst the ever-present fog that veils its secrets lies a spirit of unity that binds its citizens together as one. Forged in the crucible of conflict and strife, the people of Kiri have overcome the darkness of their past to emerge stronger and more united than ever before.
Despite the challenges posed by a tense world economy, Kirigakure remains steadfast, its economy buoyed by the resilience of its people and the strength of their resolve. Led by the Mizukage, the village is governed with a firm yet fair hand, ensuring that the needs of its citizens are met even in the face of adversity. Through innovation and ingenuity, Kiri has adapted to the changing economic landscape, finding new ways to thrive amidst the chaos that grips the world. But perhaps what truly sets Kirigakure apart is the fierce determination of its shinobi, renowned throughout the land for their skill and prowess on the battlefield. Trained in the art of silent assassination and water-based jutsu, the shinobi of Kiri are formidable adversaries, their ferocity matched only by their unwavering loyalty to their village and each other.
As the world teeters on the brink of uncertainty, Kirigakure stands as a beacon of strength and unity in a sea of chaos. Despite its tumultuous history and the challenges that lie ahead, the Hidden Mist Village remains united in purpose and fierce in its determination to overcome whatever obstacles may come its way.
At the Mizukage's office which is located in the heart of Kirigakure, an area where the mist itself seems to be at the least dense, as if on purpose. The office had but only a few people in it with some highly trained guards standing outside with stoic looks on their faces. They were ready to ambush anyone that came unannounced to the office. The two notable figures that were inside of the Mizukage was a very tall man that had white spiky hair, brown skin, and had a serious look on his face. This person was Tsukiko and stood just beside him was a tall man with blue hair, a large build, and had a more passive look on his face compared to the reserved Tsukiko, the Third Mizukage himself: Suijin Hōzuki of the Hōzuki Clan. Proof of his title as Mizukage, the village's strongest shinobi, laid resting on the desk in front of him: the blue hat representing the Kage.
Suijin was granted his position of Mizukage soon after his uncle, the previous Mizukage Gengetsu Hōzuki, died in battle. Suijin was a prodigey, hailed for his skill and leadership. Despite knowing of the Mist's reputation as "Bloody Mist," Suijin tries to opt for more peaceful solutions unless pushed too far. Past incidents has caused him to make several changes that has lead to a few issues, namely the man that would become a missing-nin, Chiizu Jigoku. Suijin and Tsukiko appeared to be gathered to discuss the situations that are arising.
"So, it seems like the vile Jigoku Clan have been causing more trouble lately. We've gotten several reports about people having their blood drained." Tsukiko says as he was flipping through sheets in front of Suijin who looked serious.
"Dammit! These villains have no honor! They never have, and they never will!" Suijin says as he slams his fist on the table where the documents lie, they turned wet due to Suijin's own intensity causing him to accidently produce water passively.
"It's a good thing I've made copies of those as usual." Tsukiko says rolling his eyes. "We also need to be careful of this world in general. It seems like everyone has starting to grow restless. We've been doing a good job in making sure the villagers are stayed calm, but we have to keep our guards up. Ever since Chiizu's methods have been exposed, the outside world still wants to lable us as "Bloody Mist."
"We can't change the past no matter how much we try." Suijin says as his disposition suddenly turned serious again. "All I tried to do is calm down Chiizu; tried to see how this route Kiri is taking is the best route. I should've expected he was ambitious enough to betray the village and steal Samehada. I should've talked to him better of our plans! But alas, that was 5 years ago. Too late now."
"Even as Mizukage, you cannot predict his course of action. Chiizu was a man that valued bloodshed above all else. Him and his accursed Blood Release... We must stay delilgant of any future conflicts. You never know when they would come." Tsukiko explains.
"And should they cause us trouble, I am about to lay down the law as a proud member of the Hōzuki Clan, the third Mizukage: Suijin Hōzuki!" Suijin says slamming his fists together hard enough to shake the documents onto the ground.
----Meanwhile at a bar elsewhere within the village. A large man cries out as he carries a young man out. "Alright thats enough, get out of here!" He makes his way to the door and bursts it open and tosses the young man out into the road. "You aint welcome here, I aint serving no Second Coming of Chiizu, so beat it half pint." The bar tender shouted, grabbing the attention of the villagers passing by.
the young man that was just kicked out was Ren Amaki as he got up off the ground and glared over at the bartender. "Aw common, I just want a drink, whats the problem with that?" Ren complained.
"The problem is you, you little street rat. Who knows what plans you have to bring ruin to this village and im not about to find out by treating you to any of my products now scram." The bartender went back inside and slammed the doors shut behind him.
Ren causally stood up completely and brushed the dust and dirt off his clothes and adjusting the strange objects he carries on his back to how it once was before falling to the ground but was interrupted by a rock thrown at his face cause it to bleed from the impact. Ren glances over at the direction the rock came from, not even turned his head over and sees it came from a middle aged man, covering a young boy behind his back. "You Chiizu follower! Your so called sensei killed my oldest son! I wont let you take my youngest, just hurry up and die already."
Ren remained calm and said nothing as he walked away silently.
Some of the on lookers began whispering to each other. "I hear not even his teammates trust him with important assignments." one villager softly said another.
"What could lord Mizukage be thinking giving him that rank? Why does he let him roam freely?" Another villager muttered.
Ren payed no attention to the harsh comments the villagers hurled at him and the physical abuse they threw at him and wondered through the street. He eventually made his way to outskirts of town, sitting ontop of a large tree overlooking the village chugging on a bottle of booze he managed to swip from the bartender.
== Drifting Clouds ==
In the tumultuous seas of a world economy gripped by uncertainty and instability, there exists a village perched high atop the lofty peaks of the Land of Lightning: Kumogakure, the Hidden Cloud Village. Despite the storm clouds that gather on the horizon, Kumo stands as a towering symbol of power and resilience, its military might unmatched in the shinobi world. From its commanding position among the clouds, Kumogakure casts a watchful gaze over the lands below, its formidable shinobi standing as guardians of peace and stability in a world wracked by conflict. Led by the Raikage, the village's military prowess is renowned far and wide, its warriors trained to harness the raw power of lightning itself in their pursuit of justice and righteousness.
But it is not merely the village's fearsome warriors that make Kumo a force to be reckoned with; it is the strength of its military infrastructure and strategic vision that truly sets it apart. From its imposing fortress perched atop the highest peak to its vast network of intelligence operatives scattered throughout the land, Kumogakure's military machine is a well-oiled engine of power and precision, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. Despite the challenges posed by a tense world economy, Kumo remains unwavering in its commitment to peace and prosperity for its citizens. Through judicious investments in technology and infrastructure, the village has weathered the storm of economic uncertainty, emerging stronger and more resilient than ever before.
As the world teeters on the brink of upheaval, Kumogakure stands as a bulwark against the forces of chaos and discord, its military might serving as a beacon of hope for all who seek stability in troubled times.
Within Kumo, is the leader of the village herself Yūgen, or simply known as A, the Raikage of Kumogakure. While the first female Raikage, she had seen the fruits of her labor come to fruition as much of her dedication and her courageous strength pushed her through the ranks to achieve her position. She looked on the village and the military who were in the midst of training as much was normal as usual throughout Kumo, as it should be to her.
== Churning Sands ==
In the heart of the vast and unforgiving deserts of the Land of Wind lies a village whose resilience and adaptability stand as a testament to the strength of the human spirit: Sunagakure, the Hidden Sand Village. Despite the relentless heat and harsh conditions of its environment, Suna remains steadfast and unwavering in the face of a tense world economy, its ability to adapt surpassing that of all other villages. Born from the shifting sands of the desert, Sunagakure has always been a place of hardship and adversity. Yet, it is precisely this environment that has forged the resilience of its people, instilling in them a fierce determination to overcome whatever challenges may come their way. Led by the Kazekage, Suna's leaders have guided the village through countless trials, ensuring that its citizens are prepared to weather even the most ferocious of storms.
What truly sets Sunagakure apart, however, is its unparalleled ability to adapt to the ever-changing economic landscape. In a world where uncertainty reigns supreme, Suna's leaders have implemented bold and innovative strategies to ensure the prosperity of their village. From fostering trade partnerships with neighboring nations to investing in renewable energy sources to combat the effects of climate change, Sunagakure has emerged as a beacon of resilience and innovation in a sea of uncertainty. But perhaps what is most remarkable about Suna is the unwavering spirit of its people, whose indomitable will and tenacity know no bounds. Despite the challenges they face, the citizens of Sunagakure stand united, their bonds of camaraderie and solidarity serving as a bulwark against the chaos of the outside world.
As the winds of change sweep across the desert sands, Sunagakure stands as a shining example of the power of resilience and adaptation in the face of adversity.
As a gust of wind carried a stream of sand up into the air, traveling through the village before landing on the ceiling of the Kazekage office building. The sound of a loud thud could be heard from the main office room of the building, prompting for the pair of guards to rush inside the office, slamming the door wide open. Before then was a room filled to the brim with papers and notes covering the very walls of the room, some were of blueprints of new puppet designs, others were depicting hydroponic systems, while more were notes over ninjutsu and chakra studies. Papers were scattered all over the floor, along with springs and other tools or materials as a white haired man laid surrounded by papers and ink in his hands. 
“Zzzzz” with a loud snore the man roared as the desk had a handprint and papers dragged down to the seat. 
“Are you serious? He fell asleep at the desk again? Last time he did that he fell asleep staring outside the window and fell out of it.” a young man with black hair said as he looked over at the Kazekage.
"Well, we can't fault him for his dedication to his work, even if it does sometimes result in unintended naps.” one of the other guards spoke as she looked over at the Kazekage. 
With a mischievous grin, she gently nudged the Kazekage's shoulder, attempting to rouse him from his slumber. "Come on, Yoshitsune-sama, it's time to wake up."
The Kazekage, Yoshitsune stirred, blinking groggily as he slowly came to. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up straight, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. "Ah, apologies, everyone. I must have dozed off while reviewing these reports. After a while all the numbers just fried my brain is all.” He said before gleefully smiling and placing his palms behind his head. “Hm it has been a while though, any reports from Niji?” He asked as he looked up at the ceiling, wondering whatever his friend was up to. “I wonder if I made the right choices lately.” He thought to himself out loud as he began to look over some of the latest decisions he's made as of late. 
“Uhh sir, you're thinking out loud again.” the woman guard said as she poked his shoulder, “and loudly this time.” 
“Sh-shit!” He said as he stumbled back and fell on his bottom on the floor and blushingly let out a chuckle. “Heh, my bad, I didn't mean to again.”
== Solidity of Stone ==
Amidst the tumultuous seas of a global economy rife with uncertainty, there exists a bastion of resilience, a stalwart fortress hewn from the unyielding rock of the Land of Earth: Iwagakure, the Hidden Stone Village. Despite the tempestuous winds of economic instability that buffet the world, Iwa stands as a beacon of strength and fortitude, its foundations rooted deep in the bedrock of tradition and perseverance. In the shadow of towering cliffs and rugged terrain, the village of Iwagakure stands firm, its streets bustling with activity as its industrious inhabitants go about their daily lives. Here, amidst the rugged landscape of the Land of Earth, the spirit of resilience runs deep, flowing through the veins of every citizen like the very blood that sustains them.
What sets Iwagakure apart in these turbulent times is its unwavering commitment to self-sufficiency and sustainability. While other nations may falter in the face of economic hardship, Iwa remains steadfast, drawing upon its vast natural resources and ingenuity to weather the storm. From the depths of its mines to the heights of its mountains, Iwagakure harnesses the power of the earth itself to fuel its economy and sustain its people. But it is not merely the village's abundant resources that make it strong; it is the indomitable spirit of its people that truly sets Iwagakure apart. Forged in the crucible of hardship and adversity, the citizens of Iwa are no strangers to struggle, their resolve as unyielding as the stone from which their village takes its name.
As the world grapples with uncertainty and unrest, Iwagakure stands as a testament to the power of resilience and determination in the face of adversity. While the winds of economic turmoil may buffet the shores of other nations, Iwa remains a steadfast fortress, its walls standing strong against whatever challenges may come its way.
== Back into the Mist ==
Returning back to Kirigakure, Ren's recent activity of grabbing a drink hours ago has made him late to the recent meeting of the Seven Swordsmen however you shows no concern due as he is well aware they have no care towards him and assumes they havent even noticed his presence is missing. Therefore he casually strolls his way to the meeting the point, resting his arms over the back of his head, hoping for it to end before he even arrives. "Oh darn looks like im late again. Not that i care tho im sure our fearless leader and Lord Mizukage will scold me for it. Oh darn." He blatantly says sarcastically. He looks around his surroundings while the village may look to be in peace, in reality this so called peace is only to the innocent citizens of the village, ignorant of whats happening in the world outside "The world is so fragile in this point in time, one little incident could trigger all out war. I wonder how long we can keep preventing that from happening." He thought to himself.