Ryuh.... eh no, Musashi's eyes flashed open to reflect the afternoon daylight that dawned over Konoha. Words in the form of orders and commands of the past resonated inside his ear. "Hand me that pickaxe! Careful with that stone!" The construction workers really were doing what they were supposed to do, some of them being Genin who wanted a little extra money. Situated behind the edge of the tallest building nearest to the Hokage Mountain, Musashi found himself gazing upon the civilian activity in the business blocks all over the village that he once ruled, formerly reigning at the top just a few days ago. Now, in the hands of the super-sexy, lewd Kagura Hozuki, Musashi was truly, whole-heartedly, renewed.
Void of some of his usual characteristic garments like the hat and the kimonos, the man with a fake, but also very real, identity had a traditional black kosode and hakama. Resting alongside his waist are the twin Takashi, his favorite companions during the journey that he will set forth on. A name colors a person, gives him meaning, a reason to live, and a reason to be known. His new name, the one he took, but was rightfully his from the moment the both of them were born, will no doubt garner him more fear and notoriety than his birth name, which no longer has any meaning to him. It was a thing in the past, like whatever lunch he had some 10...20 years ago. It was taken in... and then taken out. Strangely, he did not feel like he stole a man's life. The two of them had become one. He felt like he never really knew his name until then. This was his true name, the name that he was supposed to have.
Sitting facing the sun, Musashi awaited his new squad. Now that he was a poor old Jounin, he was assigned to be a Jounin sensei, a team instructor, to a squad of three fresh Genin. And who better to lead the cell than the retired Hokage? Already knowing the names and general backgrounds/abilities of his students, Musashi waiting for them to come by. They would introduce themselves, and then get on with their lives.
My back is itchy.... he thought.
Void of some of his usual characteristic garments like the hat and the kimonos, the man with a fake, but also very real, identity had a traditional black kosode and hakama. Resting alongside his waist are the twin Takashi, his favorite companions during the journey that he will set forth on. A name colors a person, gives him meaning, a reason to live, and a reason to be known. His new name, the one he took, but was rightfully his from the moment the both of them were born, will no doubt garner him more fear and notoriety than his birth name, which no longer has any meaning to him. It was a thing in the past, like whatever lunch he had some 10...20 years ago. It was taken in... and then taken out. Strangely, he did not feel like he stole a man's life. The two of them had become one. He felt like he never really knew his name until then. This was his true name, the name that he was supposed to have.
Sitting facing the sun, Musashi awaited his new squad. Now that he was a poor old Jounin, he was assigned to be a Jounin sensei, a team instructor, to a squad of three fresh Genin. And who better to lead the cell than the retired Hokage? Already knowing the names and general backgrounds/abilities of his students, Musashi waiting for them to come by. They would introduce themselves, and then get on with their lives.
My back is itchy.... he thought.