Board Thread:Kirigakure General RP/@comment-27960448-20170806013542/@comment-32668382-20170806022542

The reminiscent sound of thunder roaring over the multiple cumulonimbus clouds was a familiar scene over in the Village Hidden in the Mist. Only difference in today was the non-existent flow of rain pouring from the sky, just hard and momentary cackling sounds throughout the village. Iremono Shokuto was a very young individual, being only 13 years and yet having a more serious mindset than most carefree adults. "What was there to be carefree about?" was the thought revolving around his mind everytime he took a fair glance at the village surrounding him. For him being such a young age, one would think the horrific situation Kirigakure was placed in would'nt be relevant to him. Sadly that was the case for nearly every one of the few​ people still in the village, for their status was never a laughing matter. Most villagers knew vividly about the causes of which set us back and most of the teenagers present were unaware. Iremono and his only friends with whom he was meeting today were not apart of that bunch of ignorants. Their demeanors were not deadly, nor were they happy, it was simply just normal, observant, and condescending amongst the inferiors. There had been plentiful hype built around the three, for they were theoretically Kirigakure's last hope in terms of production as a nation. Potential is a fickle matter, nobody knew what they were capable of or what they expected from them... Hell, Iremono himself doesn't know what to expect. His goal and his goal only was to redeem the nation of Kirigakure as a strong palpable village and regain their stolen pride and dignity. If that meant that he had to go through these events today he would not hesitate to take this path. From his desolated house, Iremono would move through forest in the mist filled environment all in order to meet at a set destination their new instructor planned to make their first meeting. Iremono had very low hopes for this new instructor, but then again he was always thriving secretly to get stronger. This apparently seemed to be the only way as well, especially with him being one of the only few adult shinobis still around after the war. As he ran through the deranged environment filled with mud and scattered sedimentary, he encountered his friend Enshin a few feet ahead as he pondered over an empty field. As he moved towards him he initiated eye contact, an exaggerated expression was not needed for their meeting for they simply just knew everything to say to each other in mere head movements and bodily gestures at this point.