Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160405215937/@comment-27375402-20160405231451



Amongst the streets there lingered 3 peculiar tall figures, 2 masked and 1 without, though evident from the passing gazes and soft whispers, the single individual that walked throughout the streets with a sense of nobility and heroism was one quite renowned, not one gaze fell upon the tall man with an expression of unfamiliarity. The man’s expression was blatant, bleak and absent emotion whilst the male’s demeanour was more so matter-of-fact, the man shared no sense in indulging in greeting those they passed by as he seemed intent on proceeding towards the Kyoko compound, hoping to find an invaluable member who may be of assistance.

As of late, news spread amongst the shinobi about a researcher who sought to delve into the depths of the clan’s bloodlines and given his position as one of the village elders, the idea did run by him and despite his given approval the remainder of the elders still argued about the respect of a clan’s right to privacy. This was to be expected, particular clans did wield Hiden techniques forbidden to those outside the clan and researching the bloodlines would spell disastrous to their traditions and violate the privileges each clan held, regardless, this ambition was one that could not go on ignored.

The 3 figures stepped into the compound as a collective gasp was let out by those that surrounded him upon entry, the famous leader of the sub-organisation to the Anbu Root had arrived and anyone who would know the individual was that if he arrived, his intent was to find a recruit. Stumbling through the immense amount of flooding members throwing their recommendations in his face, he grew irritated, lowering his head to glare at the surrounding patrons which inspired them to stop. Eito smiled, calming those about him before proceeding to the main building where he believed the clan head to reside.

“I seek a recruit” the male spoke informatively and authoritatively before seating himself upon the surface beneath him, lowering his head in a bow in respect to the elder of the famous clan of intelligence and knowledge. The man’s long, flowing brown hair tied into a braid resided down the back of the male, whilst just at the entrance, the multiple members awaited to see whom Eito would decide to be his recruit, each indicating to the village elder that they should recommend their own children. Reaching up, the man stroked the hairs at the base of his chin whilst the 2 masked individuals stood upright beside the seated brown eyed male, prepared to defend the man at any cost.

