Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170727072408/@comment-34754862-20170727082726

Myōō Fuma



Myōō had been inspecting files for weeks now on shinobi’s who were skilled enough to join the new group of elite ninjas he commanded. The Todoroku Ryu a group which was willing to lay their lives on the line to protect the hidden leaf at all cost. Something that was passed down from Keldran himself. Myōō considered himself lucky to even command a unit as such, so he was going to make sure to recruit the best of the best only. That being said he had taken specific files from the data base and reviewed them to see how skilled the shinobi’s where. One of them was known as Hayato Sarutobi, his eyes widened as he hadn’t seen a Sarutobi since Sachi his first Sensei. He also had a file on Deucalion Uchiha, and Kideme Sagara. He read all the files and reviewed them as these particular had caught his attention. Shien Kidame had caught his attention but due to this recent fall out in the psychological analysis he wasn’t trusted to be on this elite team.



Myōō closed his files and followed up by watching Deucalion today, he knew where he resided and had watched him through his activity up until the point where he went to the training ground. Myōō would be watching from a distance as he wanted to see how he was doing training wise. He noticed he had come from the hospital, Myōō knew about his condition as it was on file, due to him being well known and connected to Keldran he had the power to see the archives and pull the files for himself. His heart condition was reported as Obelisk had prescribed pills to him. Seemed he was suffering heart failure as Myōō sighed saying “What a wasted potential.” But he decided to approach Deucalion either way as he was curious to see what he would say for himself when Myōō addressed how he felt and his status on fighting this weakness he had. But that would be with time as he approached him slowly, Deucalion would know who this was as Myōō was related to Keldran meaning he was well known through the village, in fact most people called him legendary as he travelled the lands of the Shinobi world for 19 years alone.



He had recently returned as he looked at Deucalion and said “Greetings.” Deucalion himself would be surprised Myōō had approached him since more than likely he would be a busy man. He would have to think about it long and hard as it was something he needed to understand. Myōō waited for Deucalions response to his greetings as from there the conversation would continue.