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The orb of heat that eternally blessed the sky during its corresponding time had just begun its rise and Junpei had finally arrived back home. Otogakure, the Land of Sound, never had the words softly coming out of his mouth tasted any better. Each step he took, the village became more visible, from the large Daimyo Tower, all the way down to now the village gates. The guards were ever alert as Junpei began to approach and gave him no special treatment as he established his beings in front of them. There they stood, Junpei, his clone, then two bodies that were no longer disguised and were revealed to be two Kumogakure ninja. After sifting through their belongings, Junpei had found out their names and rightfully identified them. The larger male, Achilles Raiki, apparently the previous Raikage, what a let down. Then the other a young Genin from a unique clan that gave him special abilities.
Dropping the body of the young Genin he had been carrying mercilessly to the ground, Junpei gave proper identification and recited code to enter the village to prove he was indeed the Daimyo. The code would be changed now that it had been used once, but that was something to discuss with his associates later. Picking the body back up, Junpei instead hoisted the corpse over his shoulder and would walk through the quiet village as he listened to the villagers prepare for their daily routines, through the walls of their homes. Soon enough familiar voices were being heard through the walls of a building and this building Junpei entered. This wasn't his home, but his work place and now he had to make a trip to a very special room. Not really that special, just a simple ice box that the corpses were tossed in so that they would stay preserved.
Waving to those he passed, he then exited the building to see the villagers were starting their lives, their jobs, their schooling, their training, all of that good stuff. But while they prospered underneath the suns rays, Junpei would be tucked away in a shadowy atmosphere, in his own home, off in the outskirts of the village in what appeared to be a less than ordinary home. Opening the locked door to his home, he slipped off his footwear and slid into something more comfortable, simple house slippers. Walking through the small, space that barely qualified to be considered a living room, he entered his bedroom and stowed away his things. All that he had acquired on his trip, for the larger weapons, to the tiny bomb tags, they were all organized and placed in a rightful place. Showering before bed like most who had been traveling for a long period of time should, he was glad to rest his head and eyes under his own roof in his simple home.
[The End]
Dropping the body of the young Genin he had been carrying mercilessly to the ground, Junpei gave proper identification and recited code to enter the village to prove he was indeed the Daimyo. The code would be changed now that it had been used once, but that was something to discuss with his associates later. Picking the body back up, Junpei instead hoisted the corpse over his shoulder and would walk through the quiet village as he listened to the villagers prepare for their daily routines, through the walls of their homes. Soon enough familiar voices were being heard through the walls of a building and this building Junpei entered. This wasn't his home, but his work place and now he had to make a trip to a very special room. Not really that special, just a simple ice box that the corpses were tossed in so that they would stay preserved.
Waving to those he passed, he then exited the building to see the villagers were starting their lives, their jobs, their schooling, their training, all of that good stuff. But while they prospered underneath the suns rays, Junpei would be tucked away in a shadowy atmosphere, in his own home, off in the outskirts of the village in what appeared to be a less than ordinary home. Opening the locked door to his home, he slipped off his footwear and slid into something more comfortable, simple house slippers. Walking through the small, space that barely qualified to be considered a living room, he entered his bedroom and stowed away his things. All that he had acquired on his trip, for the larger weapons, to the tiny bomb tags, they were all organized and placed in a rightful place. Showering before bed like most who had been traveling for a long period of time should, he was glad to rest his head and eyes under his own roof in his simple home.
[The End]