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Hearing the ANBU he let his hand fall and head drop, looking the skilled ninja right in his/her beady eye holes. Letting another smile in, this one attempting to be pleasent he began. "I sorta wanted to ask my kage something. First however I would need to engage in that "pleasentry" thing. I would inquire about the beheaded corps, ask him if he heard about that new tea shop and so on. Then after that I guess I could lead him or let him lead me into talks about missions. The number of gennin to advance mission ratio and so on. Then after all that crap I can finally, after all that bullshit I ask what I needed to ask. Man...leaders a real pain eh?" His tone while telling this story had varied, all his feeble attempts at real emotion where there in all honesty just to creep the guy out. Part of it was to see if he got any satisfaction, another was to make the ANBU want to leave and tell his kage to show up as soon as possible. Now he stood casually, his foot nudging the corpse some.
He quirked a brow slowly at the varying tones in the voice of the stranger, now watching him nudge the corpse below with an appendage. "This guy can't be real..." he muttered. Through this, however, he kept his eyes pinned to the other's, never letting his gaze stray even though he could perceive the individual staring straight back at him. With all the information that was provided, he kept the true questions in the back of his mind; should he have asked any more questions, this man was sure to attempt to dig deeper into the..."eccentric" mannerisms he was presenting.
"Hmph...he's KazeKage. Nothing I can really say without getting my ass handed to me." he muttered. Turning away, he began to amble toward the training grounds. "I'll return shortly." was all that would escape his lips, his form vanishing. He intended to keep the KazeKage's home secret, and the onlooker was incapable of tracing his movements if he performed a quick Body Flicker to his destination..
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It had been hours, now. The KazeKage was still nowhere in site, and the ANBU squad member hadn't bothered to return to give news of whether he was going to permit an audience or not. In light of this, it seemed as though the stranger would either have to depart...or wait there for some sort of epiphany from the long wait forced upon him.
Takeda waited...Sitting cross legged next to the body that began to smell. This guy must have left home without breakfast becuase there whas no puddle of waste as of yet. Being a man of almost no emotions made his infinately patient, only by making a mental decision could boredom truely set it. He sat next to the body for one reason, disection. For the past hour he had began taking the body apart, his ragged shirt removed as well as his one guantlet. So far he had the stiff heart out, the back opened up and a chipped kunai. It seems this guy drank his milk.
When he was sure he had the spine loosened he grabed at the part he had spent working at delicatley and pulled as hard as he could, the spine only coming out half way. "Dang, wanted it more mortal combat like..." Finshing up with another pull he got to work on the pelvis...
The skies seemed dimly lit as the KazeKage stepped out into the open, his hands at his sides languidly as the Sharingan orbs peered out into the distance at the shinobi toying with the corpse. His obsidian bangs bounced back and forth with every calculated footfall, each emerald blade of grass pushed aside as he reached his destination. Unbeknownst to many, he had taken the time to fully recover from what training he had done; the murder of Hiraku had left him weak, forcing him to retreat to his abode to gather his wits about himself..not to mention the chakra expended on the unfinished clones that had aided him in battle.
Now stepping only meters away from the man, the Kage glanced down at what work had been done. "You're quite the artist.." he muttered, lips pursed together soon after the sarcastic words had been played. "I'm not going to ask what you're doing with that body..but I will ask that you cut to the chase. I have matters that I must attend to that I'm sure you, and everyone else, will benefit from." he finished. The Uchiha was speaking of relinquishing his position, taking his title and placing it where it belonged so that he could continue his ministrations in the shadows. Initially, he had intended on erecting the Sand village for a greater purpose. And yet, things had shifted. No matter...they would still carry out their ministrations.
"Well I was gonna make it a hat rack..you wan't it when I finish?" This time there was no faked mirth, a flat question seeing as he was pretty much done aside from some polish and lil pegs to keep the legs from chipping. Although he wasted two feet of ninja wire and ninja arts and crafts glue he was pretty "happy" with it. The pelvis and the 26 feet-bones made up the "legs" while the spine was pinned up straight and nerves ripped out. The femur and collar bones used to make a four "hooks". Absently sticking his thumb in his mouth he nursed the small cut he had gotten just moments ago cutting the final thread.
"Well leader guy you might of heard that our former kage got killed in leaf. I'm not the greatest fan but I need money for this nice little trinket I have been eyeing in a store window. So basically I would like you to assign me a mission to find the killer. However I'm not an idiot, a strict scouting mission just to let anbody who cares know." His manner attmepted sarcasm at some point, another seriousness but it all came out clumsy like a bad movie. Turning away from the kage he gathered his gauntlet and shirt, he was dense on manners unless it was gonna kill him.
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2007 19:40:30 GMT -7 by Spamato
The KazeKage took notice of the small instrument that had been made out of the flesh of the corpse, though no true care was given to it. He had seen much worse...times where he, in all of his animalistic prowess, had torn the body apart in a variety of ways unseen by mundane eyes. That, he concluded, would remain a secret to he and those that he had performed his..."surgeries" on. Shaking his head in regard to whatever might have been irrelevant, Atsuhiro studied the shinobi who seemed so interested in investigating recent activity.
"Indeed...I am well aware of that. My Squadron keeps me informed of that which happens, though the details are vague at best." he began. Folding his arms over his abdomen, the Sharingan Eye's tomoe began to whirl slowly within the center of his gaze. The tension was almost palpable there...but he was cognizant of that which required his attention more-so than a small sensation. "Hmm...I suppose that I could grant you your wish. However, I am not the man that you are to speak to. You see...I have plans of my own that are unfolding. Having the title of KazeKage is hindering them. I will, undoubtedly, keep the scrolls that were given when this was provided...but I will be handing the "crown" to someone else." he finished.
With that, the KazeKage began to amble into the distance. "Stick around and watch the other ninja. Soon enough, you will know who to bring your questions to. In the meantime...I'll leave you to your 'work'." The Uchiha seemed to vanish as he ambled off into the distance...his training incomplete..and the relinquishing of his title at hand.
Atsuhiro had sent off a parchment only moments before he would reach the end of the outskirts, yawning softly in a state of languid being. He was weary...one of his ANBU squadron dropped down from the heavens, placing the head of Hiraku upon the ground once more. "As you summoned." he stated. Vanishing thereafter, Atsu glanced down and allowed the severed head to view all that it had once been lucky to see before. "Hmph..weakness." the Uchiha muttered.
Standing upon a mount of dirt, the KazeKage also had sent our parchment detailing the giving of the title of KazeKage toward one who was more worthy. He was too much of an enigma to be kept out in the public. The falcon that he had attached the letter to would reach the destination of the sand village, tacked against one of the bustling buildings.
This is an announcement from the current KazeKage:
Find someone else to do your damn work. The scrolls for the Kage Bunshin and One-Handed seals will remain at my abode, tucked safely away where only certain eyes could see. Think of it as my reward for what work I did put in for you...
With that, he could now focus on that which mattered the most...moving in the shadows, focusing on self-sustaining ways. The soon-to-be former KazeKage had that usual malicious smirk upon his features...staring out into the distance absent-mindedly in thought of his ministrations.