The destruction of the Land was a major roadblock. It placed the village itself within economical struggle, though it was something that the Salt Witch had planned to overcome, giving the resources still readily available it was now left to the generation who were more deranged, hysterical and manipulative. A generation that lacked a lot of leaders, who would strive to ensure the economical growth of the village was significant especially from a great controversy as it was going through at the current day. It was not predestined to Kuro Yuki, who was someone who distinguished himself as one of the few problematic people who lived within the Era of Salt Witch. He was in fact nurtured by the woman, especially after she freed him from the prison lifestyle he had before he even made it within the system of shinobi. Convincing enough she chose to make him her problem, and bestowed upon him also a Seven sword which was only given to Shinobi within the mist who showcased exemplary strength. Promising enough, he worshipped the ground which the Queen walked upon and stood as one of her few loyal subjects. Her will was indeed his will, and now it was more so the case as he stumbled into a meeting which called for his presence to be made, especially due to the fact the recently instituted Mizukage was nowhere to be found.
The disappearance of her came as a surprise to the young Yuki, who just left the mansion himself, and had to return. It saw the clan lords of various clans as well as the elders of the village gathered in one room, he was uncertain to the degree of the meeting as the last time he was a part of a meeting with such a great magnitude, he was being on trial for the crimes he had committed. It was something which brought back an unpleasant yet unwavering feeling across his mind. Isolating feelings had him within a daze, gazing back to the past. His mind even wondered at the time he was released by the Mizukage from the clutches of the previous Kirigakure government, even though his crimes were not wrongfully committed. He was a genocidal maniac who had no care for anything, not even rules which existed within Kiri before he was born. He lacked ethnicity and morals, which most people had going for them, he was a man carved grit, killing instincts which he needed to survive. His parents grew him in the ways of old, the ways that village was built off. It was simply known as the philosophic ways of the Blood Mist. It was like his foundation and it was not something most people were fond of, especially people who wanted to get past the ways of old.
Now there was a revolution which would take place within the Village known as the Mist as the men congregated not to persecute the young Yuki, no it was just to ensure he knew what would be expected of him because of the disappearance of his mentor, the Salt Witch. Words were thrown out by each man giving their very stances of the matter and crowning him the Interim Mizukage, polishing him with the title even above the likes of many who seemed to be more worthy especially within his own sight. He conveyed such resilience and self-gratitude to the men by humbling and bowing his head in the midst of them. The respect was shown by the young Yuki for maybe the first time to many of the people but only time would tell as the shinobi who was cladded within his garments after being applauded by each men within the room didn’t stay to share even any sort of sentiments due to the fact he was a man of very little words, headed to the office of the Mizukage, pushing open the door and heading to the tabled seats which had a little pile of paper upon it’s surface. Gently he would sit down, removing his weapon completely from around his neck and resting it on the table next to the pile. The table was a humongous one, as it had several areas which had hardly nothing, but there was a laptop. A laptop which he reached towards and opened out of curiosity. Opening it would allow him to see several missed alerts, these alerts were not too long ago. Clicking into them he would join a meeting of some sort which beard several faces in which he had no association too.
His silence was sure, but only for a matter of time as allowed everyone of the men to speak their own tune before getting to his introduction. He simply was instinctive and deceived with the words he garnered. As he concluded by now who or what each man represented, it was much like what he represented, “kage”.
“So this is the meeting of the Five great nations isn't it? Or should i say Five now since i am here. My name is Kuro Yuki…. I am the Mizukage…”.
A democratic figurehead they all were, pawns of their nations who systematically were run by the decision of the people. Each of the men thought they belonged to some sort of hierarchy but it was not something which they all understood as they stood as dispensable figures even by the very democracy that they chose to protect. Idolised some were and feared others were, just by their very names. Each man was separated by personality and skill sets which they possessed. Collectively they were known as the Five Nations of the World, it was pressing to even think what was going on and what was this meeting about and why was it called. Sitting within the chair he would lunge over with hands neatly tucked beneath his chin and his eyes glued to the screen of the audience of the kages. Now it was only a matter of time for them all to greet him or even ask, what happened to the previous Mizukage. This was of course, not the Salt Queen, it was the one who resided before even her. The one which they all were probably accustomed to.
Location: Mizukage's Office
Posting Order: Suzaku → Shishiō → Chika → Itami →Kuro Yuki
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
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