Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160514223311/@comment-25213565-20160515001402

The rain beat down slowly as there was a blonde Chunin roaming the streets of Konoha. He heard all of the news once it was told to the village and even paid his respects to each of the fallen at the memorial. Piercing green eyes looked amongst the gloomy village as each step he took only furthered him more. It made him displeased and more cranky than usual that such a thing would even happen, especially under the order of the Hokage himself. Zango Uzumaki, the blonde twin of the Uzumaki duo only looked onwards as the rain soaked in his hair and clothing. Wearing a mere grey hoody with black shinobi pants and black gloves along his hands, he stopped in the middle of the path he walked as he looked up, a few drops of rain hitting his face, making him wince a tiny bit but then they stayed opened. Seeing the growing clouds that filled with anger, despair and loss, Zango then lowered his head as he heard yelling from a distance.

Walking around the corner, he saw a mob that was heading right for the courtyard as he only sighed and said "Great, now these people are going to start shit over it." He understood their reasoning for it and backed them up on it however, there shouldn't be a conflict going about, at least to the levels Zango was thinking. Flashes in his eyes happened as he saw riots breaking out, the village becoming wrecked to all hell and mulitple other things as he only shook his head and said to himself "Hope that doesn't happen...if it does, it's going to be such a fucking bitch." His eyes narrowed down on the mob as he then walked up behind them as they got to the courtyard and he merely looked up for a second as he saw a cloaked figure on a rooftop. Watching it jump off of the roof, his eyes fixed on it as he thought "A spy? Just another fucking AMAZING idea to have happen." Keeping his eyes on it, he worked through the mob as he only saw the same cloak on a woman that he came up behind. He was taller than her however, he only stood there in the crowd. Keeping his head straight, the rain poured down on him and everyone else however, his hair was only becoming more and more wet. He had perfect sight of where the Hokage would come out if he chose to as well as the female, which he kept his entire focus on her due to his thoughts on the matter. If there was anything sacred to Zango, it was not only his family nor clan, but also his village.