Iwagakure's tower is a stone behemoth that dwarfs other structures around it in the center of the village. The halls within are quiet and echo with footsteps as one enters, but with careful observation one can see guards watching between slits of stone who have access to deadly traps. In the main hall is a room with a spiral painted floor and a desk in the center where an assistant typically sits.
If allowed entry the office of the Tsuchikage follows a spiraling set of exhausting footsteps. The office in the dome at the top is neatly organized and contains a desk with a great wood finish and shelves full of books and scrolls.
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The gate guards told him to go report directly to the kage about the situation. It was an honor, but a terrifying one. He understood why, going through a proper debriefing on something time sensitive like this wasn’t an option. Still, he had used nearly every ounce of his chakra performing flickers and was running on pure adrenaline.
His chest was still barren, the eyes littering his flesh in no particular pattern peering all around and seeing the eyes that watched him moving with utmost urgency.
Sawako got the task of alerting platoons to standby. Itaru’s task seemed the harder of the two, but he knew the way to the tower better than he did of where to find platoon leaders. He burst through the doors of the kage tower. One of the more well rested shinobi of the village had already alerted the tower he was coming.
As he got in front of the receptionist office he practically slammed himself onto one knee and gave them a bow.
“I-I am Itaru Tokoro of platoon one, I have critical intelligence of a major enemy incursion!” he shouted to the receptionist. If they would lead him to the kage’s office, he would follow and give a proper but shaky salute to the pillar of the village.
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Last Edit: Oct 3, 2021 18:17:55 GMT by Itaru Tokoro
[attr="class","APP3"]A blank stare radiated from behind the massive slab of granite that made the receptionist's desk. The genin's words echoing off pristine white walls, a quiet voice answered back, the woman addressing him; blinking slowly. "Platoon one, genin to see you, sir. Major enemy incursion?" the question trailed off mindlessly, a bark of a command from behind closed doors.
"Enter." twin doors would swing open, white garbed hands holding them silently as the genin would enter. Across from the doors, the backdrop of Iwagakure lit through wide windows, a spotlessly organized desk stark in the light. Behind it, staring out onto the village - stood Satoshi.
A plain kimono covered his chest, peeking out with scars across his arms and chest, sunlight licking the greying hairs tucked behind his ears. Sharpness lit within the faintest glow of his single eye, cutting through the display of a village before him.
His village before him.
"Details." the man commanded, single eye scraping between city streets. His body would swivel, scanning the boy's entirety with little more than a glance. "Numbers, villages." He continued, turning back to his view as quickly as he had turned away. Thoughts would churn behind closed eyes, all silent.
“Sir!” Itaru said, throwing himself to the ground in a respectful bow to the tsuchikage. He was clearly shaking from the adrenaline of being in the man’s presence, as well as from the frantic rush he took to get to the tower.
“Rain shinobi, I estimate nearly a platoon sized element. Another platoon sized group of shinobi from various other lands: Cloud and... I think I saw a few Sound shinobi. They s-seemed to be investigating the same thing our team was. But… there is more. The strange creature we encountered summoned a legion of beasts just like it, and it could speak. The jounin of platoon one, and one our chunin remain on site at the quarry.”
His stray eyes found a map on the wall. He dared to approach it and pointed at the approximate location that it was in relation to the village.
He let out a brief sigh. He had managed to keep it together so far, but he was just as scared of stuttering too much and pissing the kage off as much as he was of speaking to him at all. His people were depending on him, he couldn’t risk being starstruck.
[attr="class","APP3"]"Rain shinobi." the words held onto the air longer than they should've, a deep sigh reaching into Satoshi's chest, pulling out emotions that the child would be incapable of parsing; only incredible unease filling the air between them.
An arm swiveled from behind the man's back, extending an open palm towards thin air. A servant, dressed head to toe in white, seemingly materialized from thin air with a bow. "Territory breach laws, sub division... Seven." A hurried nod from the ghostlike figure, dissapearing as suddenly as they had appeared. Turning back to the boy, he motioned with the freed hand, gesturing towards a seat in front of his desk.
"How did you identify these shinobi? Specific features." another command, reaching once again into seemingly thin air, retrieving a scroll. Satoshi's gaze turned to his desk, splaying the contents of the scroll open, tracing words with sight at phenomenal speeds. "Do not skip any detail you can think of."
“The one that drew the most attention was a woman with violet hair, she yelled something back towards Shoichi-san as he spoke. There were strange black dots that flew around her. Insects, I think? I know they were rain because one of the women in the platoon had their emblem on her arm and a male had one hanging around his neck.”
He was straining to recall more details. Not wanting to bring on the wrath of the tsuchikage by being an incompetent scout.
“Before I withdrew, there was another in the crowd that was shouting orders, a man with darker hair wearing white. I think I saw the lady next to him talking at one point before that… I think….” He paused and looked the kage in the eye, trembling a bit nervously.
“Aside from that I saw a little girl running headfirst towards the animal, and a dog swooped in to get her out of the way. Lots of white-haired folks. There was a bear? Or maybe a man wearing a bear hat? I think I saw cloud headbands on at least one of them.”
Having so many eyes was an advantage, but he still only had one mind. His focus had mostly been on the Rain shinobi.
"...and then just the animals... they were much larger than horses and had jaggad horns on their heads. Just like the initial reports said it seemed like some sort of demon or creature not native to our area. The numbers were uncountable."
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Last Edit: Oct 18, 2021 19:21:43 GMT by Itaru Tokoro
[attr="class","APP3"]There was no change in composure from the man as he listened, seemingly ignoring the child in favor of his meticulously kept and organized law ordinance. When Itaru had finished, Satoshi's eye turned back to him, peering up from his craned position. "Did any of it seem dangerous?" his tone was curt - almost comforting, in a bed of nails sort of way.
The particular document the man had dredged out of thin air was the seventh of twenty-two accumulated treatsies, cease-fires, and other miscellaneous errs in territorial disputes. Largely, it covered the duration of time in which un-allied forces could occupy land without being opposed. 'Wanderer's Law', as the commonfolk might know it. The particulars were more stringent than he had hoped.
Not that the boy would notice.
"Unless there are iminent danger of life- the word punctuated the air, not unlike a punch; "-then I cannot act quickly." An implied 'You understand, don't you?' hung in the air, although it was never spoken aloud. Good little soldiers rarely need be told how to act in the village hewn from stone, after all.
Every one of Itaru's eyes looked down with a look of defeat for a moment. The guards had hyped him up in coming to make the report on his own, but it seemed like there may not be as much cause for action as he had assumed. He knew that they couldn’t have known without wasting time to debrief him themselves that it hadn’t met the criteria of an act of war.
"The animals were the only ones who I can confirm were engaged in hostile action, Lord Tsuchikage," Itaru replied. "The shinobi from other territories hadn't done anything aggressive towards Shoichi-Sensei by the time we took our leave. I can't positively say that they had engaged in hostile action... but there were so many animals that seemed intent on crushing everyone, so it was hard to tell what their intent was."
He gave the kage a bow, signaling an understanding. He dared not to dismiss himself, leaving himself ready to answer more questions or follow any orders that he was given to carry out. There was an underlying worry in his eyes, but he did his best to keep it together.
[attr="class","APP3"]Silence replied to the genin, the towering man's gaze holding on the boy. A nod as an eye closed, gesturing towards the door. "Then you may leave."
As the boy saw himself out, Satoshi maintained his stare, watching stilly as the doors came to a close. A stream of air found itself expelled, Satoshi's arms stretching to his side. With a pop of his shoulder, a slight shrug followed as he turned away from his desk. Gripping the edge of his ceremonial robes, the fabric would tug off easily, the many hands of his seemingly invisible servants neatly organizing it on top of his desk.
Stepping forward, the window behind his desk opened, and the man stepped out, and into the city-state proper - a foot hitting open air, and the man appearing in the streets below. For a moment, the Kage was among his people, and then he was gone.
