Today, a torando will die (Konoha to Suna)

The slight slope of a breeze brushed through Riku, the tingle of the hair on his arms made it feel relaxinng. He sometimes wonder what that feeling would be like if he was on the other side of the planet, would that same warm wind breeze onward if he was in earth country, would it be warmer or harsher? He coudl feel that maybe there was a type of wind that was distuinguishable throughout every country and different parts of the world. Perhaps he could keep that same feeling when he reach up north. There was a dragon and it was very fond into consuming these people. Riku would deal with that dragon, he would not let it consume flesh but rather metal as the drive of his blade would strike it. But he must keep that blade silent from the dragon and handle the storm to the east.

The walking to Suna was not bad as he was alone physically. Throughout the day he saw a small group of farmers working on the field picking up the wheat it was harvesting before the cold would come and kill it of slowly. He wondered if they knew about the threat that was far north of them but why would they really worry. That group, probably a family, had been through the hardship of wars from years past, another war really wouldn't be the end of them. They would probably wait it out before resuming back to the harvesting of their goods. Such a nice bliss to have really; to never understand the true factor of war and only seeing it through a civillians eye, it must be nice for people like them to actually walk in bliss and do what they normally do.

He stops by a group of trees and sits down, the sun wasn't exactly brimming on his body but it was there to irritate his eyes so he had to cover them with his hand. The slight frown of his brow made him also think of those farmers who were in the sun all day. The take the sleeves of their arms and wipe the sweat that beamed off their brow and move back to work., plowing the fields. The simplicity of it was daunting, the fact they think that is hardship only gave Riku a slight irritation that he would enjoy a life like that. Such task would be mildly challenging to harvest wheat, to sell it to the highest bider, gain enough money to support the family. Human suffering wasn't like the suffering of a Shikyo. The worries of buisnessmen and women, shinobi and assassins and samurai, to balance all creation. The task sometimes get to a Shikyo, espicially Riku. His life made a turn after his father retired as leader. Riku became the fourth leader, now travelling like his father and being the leader of a group of men and women who truly dont understand this war.

The thought made him think of a cigarette hanging off the side of his mouth, the paper and the stuffing inside dropping to the warmth of the earth soiling it and letting the chemicals fill the small cavities of his lungs. He thought about his uncle. He had a tendency of doing such a thing during his time with him. He remember him sitting down by the campfire, lighting a cigarette while he laid on the ground with a smile on his face. He wonder how him and his father use to get along.They appeared to be two differents pods from a different tree. one was seriously calm while the other was surprisingly relax. His uncle didn't have a care in the world, he was distant from the clan, the feelings for them were mutual like two associates who had the same goals but different paths to take. He didn't worry about the balance of the universe as much as his brothers, he believed that they were sometimes meant to sleep things off and perhaps let things boil up so that it can be ready later on.

"Getting involved too much" Riku said as he stood his way back up. He brushed the back of his pants and looked at the sun which long gone away from the east and now towards the west to the other side of the planet. He would one day travel over there like his father, his smile made sure that the promise was made. He stepped back on the path towards Suna.

A den of thieves. Sunagakure was becoming very stable back in the days when there was three villages instead of two. There was a small group, the Watsuremo or something like that, Riku couldn't say the name cause he didn't necessarily remember or in fact pay attention to the politics of Suna. They were stabilizing it until the group fell apart then chaos just ensued that place whole. It must've been difficult for those who were living there to see there home literally crumble away, the homes once building powerful shinobi had fallen to the ninja who were never loyal to the homes they previously resided. It wasn't exactly a place to raise a family if anyone talked about Sunagakure it was the fact that they probably lost a friend there, whether he is dead or to the villages system of 'killed or be killed"

Riku believed that the Daimyo is working underneath a powerful missing nin controlling the whole chaos village. He had his suspicion due to the fact that the Daimyo could just as easily invaded and taken over the village with the good amount of military it built over the last few decades. The Daimyo had made sure that this village remain low on the chain of existence just so this missing nin would have power on the village. The twisted and sick ideal gave purpose to a Shikyo, it lacked the balance in order to keep the world in a flow and it's been in its destructive phase for far too long, the creation stage and the steady stage should've happen long ago but these peolpe wish to remain it still. He could feel his arm shaking at the fact that he was not only angry he was....

He looks at his hands and began to smile. He was gotdamn excited. Those people, those mercenaries, those missining nin, the Daimyo and its army, they were the cause of such downfall on a the country of wind, letting it diie slowly and painfully did not install such hatred as it did with much glee. This is what it was meaning to become a powerful Shikyo, to the point where the thought of the cycle did not bring fear but absolute adrenline pumping through his veins. He was planning on killng them, the fuckers, all of them with his blade slicing through them and his fist pounding the hard skulls they had, perhaps that would teach them to go mess with a angry Shikyo...Tonight, a tornado will die and there will be a calm stream. He continued his path, his meeting with the Akatsuki was soon, he would meet up with the assassin who decided it was he who was going to kill the Daimyo.