Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160514223311/@comment-27375402-20160515034752

Rain beating down in its swift descent, disguising the tears of those who wanted to appear strong willed whilst comforting those whose fragility and vulnerability were reflected by the clear display of emotion and grief, dampening those who resided beneath the rain for far too long. The crowd by the memorial was of a large abundance, prominent figures joined those of common folk, such a rare sight was one to behold. The crowd all turned about and marched off in unison, their destination was already obvious, yet there were those that remained, a black haired adolescent stood still, his red eyes fixated on the accumulation of flowers and pictures before catching a glimpse of one who also remained, only to leave a bouquet of flowers before departing. The one who bore red eyes stepped forth, staring in unfamiliarity for he knew none of those that passed but had heard tales of them upon his return. A Fuma whose will shone brightly and behaviour inspired most, a Hyuuga who first seemed frail, began to show her strength as time passed. There were enough information from the results of the last Chuunin Exams and the reports of missions, both successful and unsuccessful. Removing a kunai from his pouch, the shinobi whom remained placed down a tarnished headband atop the bed of various flowers of different kinds. The headband was his before he had attained a new one upon his return.

"Foolish children" he spoke softly to himself as he left the graveyard, following the voices of the angered crowd, standing a few feet behind them, his eyes falling upon the remainder of the Hokage's personal army, how few remained was quite pathetic, and yet amongst the citizens of Konohagakure the only individual who spoke in an attempt to silence the crowd was a voice also unfamiliar. His eyes scanning the crowd as few remained hesitant in their actions, taking a deep breath, Tetsuya sifted through the crowd, pushing his way to the front and he stood upright, his indifferent expression staring up towards the source of the soft voice. His red gaze narrowing in skepticism before he decided to speak.

"Your words are one of inexperience. How many of the lives lost in the recent events were of someone you knew? Whether their actions are inspired by emotion or not. The Hokage has to answer for what has happened. He's responsible for the recent transgressions and yet you try and obstruct what needs to happen? Step down and move out of the way. Now." His tone was monotonous, his expression blatant, bleak and indifferent, reaching behind him, he grabs his new headband and ties it around his forehead, if there was something Tetsuya had felt, it was pride in his village and the need to protect its villagers, standing at the front and drawing attention to himself, his gaze now fell upon those that protected the Hokage.

"One of you should tell Ikeru to come out"