The Land of Iron had been in a constant state of turmoil recently, as though it had been reacting to the wars of the shinobi around them. Tsunami like waves crashed into the shores of the nation, tossing their beaches removing layers of rock and sand. Blizzards kicked up throughout the land, creating a dangerous situation for any travelling away from home, and the Shogun of the Land of Iron had told people to stay indoors in order to keep them safe. It was a situation that he was extremely unhappy about, one that was affecting him since he had awaken from his deep slumber over a long period of time. Other than the storms it had seemed that the village itself had been flourishing under the watchful eyes of both Kiyoko and Oda, the two whom Kensai had entrusted the village to in his stead. He was impressed with the work that they had done, and he looked forward to his chance to see them once again.
He sat at his desk looking at a mountain of paperwork, a sigh crossing his lips as he began to take care of the administration of the village, getting a hold of a messenger and sending them with summons for both Oda and Kiyoko. If he was going to deal with the current workload he was given, they’d at least suffer with him. He would get through several forms and inquiries that had made their way across his desk before standing up and walking across his office towards the ornate crystal bottle with an amber liquid inside of it. The liquid, of course, was a particularly peaty scotch that he had grown fond of. He would pour it into a reinforced cup, not one of the sad glass vessels that people would normally use that could easily break in seconds. He took a drink and felt it as it burnt its way down his esophagus into his stomach, a smile on his face as he did so. The sound of the storm outside battered the palace, and Kensai allowed his mind to wander towards other things.
He thought about the state of the world, and the sadness that he felt about what was going on between the shinobi nations. Shinobi killing shinobi wasn’t anything new, but the children that fought their wars for them bothered him to no end. They would be robbed of their chance to have a future, and that wasn’t something that Kensai could stand for. The Shogun of the Land of Iron had been thinking of what to do about this war, and to him it seemed that the best way to end it would be to play up to his nation’s strengths and invite the leaders of each village to discuss their differences and negotiate peace. He would consider what he would tell them, and the letters he would write to send to each nation. It would need to be done in a way that they would want to come themselves, and Tetsumura would have to be outfitted to accommodate the shinobi who would be coming...this was what he would ponder as he awaited his friends.
He sat at his desk looking at a mountain of paperwork, a sigh crossing his lips as he began to take care of the administration of the village, getting a hold of a messenger and sending them with summons for both Oda and Kiyoko. If he was going to deal with the current workload he was given, they’d at least suffer with him. He would get through several forms and inquiries that had made their way across his desk before standing up and walking across his office towards the ornate crystal bottle with an amber liquid inside of it. The liquid, of course, was a particularly peaty scotch that he had grown fond of. He would pour it into a reinforced cup, not one of the sad glass vessels that people would normally use that could easily break in seconds. He took a drink and felt it as it burnt its way down his esophagus into his stomach, a smile on his face as he did so. The sound of the storm outside battered the palace, and Kensai allowed his mind to wander towards other things.
He thought about the state of the world, and the sadness that he felt about what was going on between the shinobi nations. Shinobi killing shinobi wasn’t anything new, but the children that fought their wars for them bothered him to no end. They would be robbed of their chance to have a future, and that wasn’t something that Kensai could stand for. The Shogun of the Land of Iron had been thinking of what to do about this war, and to him it seemed that the best way to end it would be to play up to his nation’s strengths and invite the leaders of each village to discuss their differences and negotiate peace. He would consider what he would tell them, and the letters he would write to send to each nation. It would need to be done in a way that they would want to come themselves, and Tetsumura would have to be outfitted to accommodate the shinobi who would be coming...this was what he would ponder as he awaited his friends.