Board Thread:Kirigakure General RP/@comment-27960448-20170806013542/@comment-27960421-20170806035902

Torn between revenge and renovation, Saisei was trapped in an endless decision to either vindicate his village from their weak name, or fortify and blossom his homeland into the flower it once was. Regardless of his path, his village would follow in his footsteps, for he is one of the rising shinobi that have brought some form of pride back to the land of water. Saisei’s young age didn’t halt anyone from rooting for his success, even though the people of Kiri would hold hope for anything that could bring it progression. Saisei is returning from a year’s hiatus of organized military activity. This year he remained active, though not necessarily in the purest of ways. Murder, thievery, and betrayal were every day activities for not only Saisei, but the entire village. Now that the return of their shinobi comradery has been reignited; there can be an attempt for some form of sanity throughout the mist. His first “mission” was to meet up with some familiar faces. Saisei hadn’t seen his team in so long that for a moment he didn’t expect them to welcome him with contentment. He personally wasn’t too excited for the meeting. A lot had taken place in the year that they had been separated, and Saisei had developed an entire new personality. His apathetic thoughts for attending this meeting led him to take his time with his arrival. There was a small spot that lingered in his heart for his peers, but his experiences over the year had diluted his relationships with more than just them. His appearance even seemed to have changed; he had a new wardrobe of stolen fabric. He wore he wore a gray undershirt identical to his pants. His jacket was a purple known to an earlier uniform of Kirigakure shinobi, though the lack of organization caused shinobi to wear independent outfits. The accessory that will stand out the most to his peers is his mask that he obtained by killing a clansman. It is a standard hunter-nin mask of a white color with a forest green triangle appearing on the bottom. The mask is cracked over his left eye, only revealing that portion of his face. His left eye squinted slightly as he walked through the gusty weather. His trail was interrupted by a forest, thought it wasn’t too large in size. His nonchalant steps could be heard cracking twigs from the distance. On the other side of the forest was a large plain; It seemed to be an unnecessarily extended trip for a meeting. This choice of venue already gave him a reason to hate his new sensei. He respected no other role model in the first place ever since his previous sensei died from war injuries. His irritation then transferred over to the two-people standing some distance away from Saisei. It was his old team, Enshin and Iremno, and he wasn’t to pleased to see them in all honesty. He still had some care for them, but his emotions towards them seemed as if they were being held down by burdens. He walked slowly towards the two without acknowledgement. Enshin seemed to be in the way of his destination and Saisei wasn’t about to politely ask him to move. He gave Enshin a shoulder bump, not to hard but enough to know it was intentional. The only exposed feature of his face slowly gazed towards kai as he walked by Enshin. Saisei’s eyes were full of hatred, but it wasn’t heartfully directed to him. He halted his movements with his back towards both of them as he waited for their new sensei to arrive.