Snippet #2299580

The missive was snatched with little care by Akimoto's hands. Zetsumie's words were well heard, and noticeable irritation ebbed through him. It was one thing to respectfully decline a mission after such a rocky victory, quite another to freely offer it whilst the duel was underway. He believed such actions radical and outright rude, if the old man wanted Zetsumie to lead, then he simply should have asked him in the first place rather then waste their time.

Once his eyes transcribed the words in the letter he began to understand the hesitance in Sugahara. Such an order was unfitting of the old genin and Akimoto began to sense the dread surrounding the small black print. A kami was no laughing matter, for they possessed knowledge that were beyond this earthly realm. Their minds were alien, and their abilities or intentions were strange and most of the time dangerous.

"They're hiding something..."

It was all the armored-nin had left to say on the matter before casually discarding the scroll. Heading back to retrieve his nodachi and carefully slinging it about him. The morning would mark the start of an irrevocable journey. It was not everyday they engaged the likes of royalty. He silently pondered upon the steps where their adventure started. Starring out into the day with his thoughts meandering around behind his face of stone.