Sorry its short and lacking in detail, it was rushed and I'm trying something new here
The sight of Konoha's imposing entrance was pleasing to all who beheld it. Each of these shinobi had been away from the comfort and safety of the village for no small period of time. They leaped into the large settlement, their entrance uninhibited by the guards stationed at the massive green gates of Konoha. This meant that either security was poor, or their approach was already perceived by the guards and deemed not a threat. Considering that a Hyuga was spotted at the gate, it was most likely the latter. They flew through the entrance on silent feet and came to rest when they reached the streets of the village.
The sweltering sun was pouring down scorching heat upon the weary travelers, which did nothing to ease their plight. Hours spent racing from tree to tree, with only tiny breaks in between, had left them greatly fatigued, sweat plastered on their worn-out expressions. They had traveled in such haste that they completed what was usually a five day journey in only four.
Minato turned to Fugaku, a warm smile brightening his features and a happy gleam in his cerulean eyes. “I suppose we should go to the Hokage now, to deliver our report.” he offered casually.
“Ah.” the Uchiha replied dimly. The bland monotone was not entirely unexpected, for Uchiha Fugaku had always been a man of few words.
Fifteen minutes later found both Jonin level shinobi inside the spacious office of the Hokage, standing still like statues, before the man feared as The Professor, drawling their report.
Hiruzen reclined comfortably with an air of sagacity, on the chair that his position as Hokage provided for him, listening intently to Minato and Fugaku's report. The traditional wide Hokage hat covered his head and cast a shadow over his eyes, leaving his dimmed orbs barely visible. His face seemed to drip as a result of the wrinkles that were strewn on it and the deep frown etched on his features gave him a rather somber visage.
“I see.” he stated in a guttural voice, running wrinkled thin fingers through the gray beard that hung beneath his chin. He was uncharacteristically without his pipe. “Well, in spite of the necessity to retreat. I must congratulate you both on your efforts. I cannot say I am pleased with the number of shinobi that were lost however.” His eyes shifted to Fugaku, unblinking as they settled squarely on the Uchiha.
“It couldn't be helped.” stated Minato, in a quiet voice and he grimaced weakly. “Iwagakure simply proved to be more skilled than was initially anticipated.”
Hiruzen sighed. “Such is war. The slightest miscalculation is rewarded with death.” he lifted up an arm to tilt his hat forward, thus completely obscuring his eyes from view. “In any case, we must look to the future. Fugaku, you will meet with Nara Shikaku, our chief strategist, to determine where you and your troops will be headed to.”
Fugaku nodded in silent acknowledgment and made for the door, shutting it behind him with a low creak.
Upon the Uchiha's exit, the Hokage tipped his hat higher, his eyes now visible. They were narrowed but bright and a soft smile played on his aged lips. “I've got good news and bad news, Minato.” informed the old man placidly, fingers groping lightly at his beard once more.
“You've finally given up smoking?” asked the blonde teasingly, his lips arching into a slight smile.
Hiruzed laughed heartily. “It's Biwako's doing. She's under the impression that I'm ruining my health.” he replied, still chuckling. “I've had no success in finding a decent hiding place for my stash.” he added with an exasperated sigh.
“She might be right.” the Yellow Flash commented idly, still beaming. “What would Konoha be without its Hokage?”
“I don't believe the village would be so crippled if I were to keel over this very moment.” said Hiruzen, suddenly brisk. “Konoha has many fine shinobi who would be more than able to fill my position.”
“They'd have to get through Danzo-sama though.”
Hiruzen laughed again, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Indeed, they'd have to get through that stubborn geezer who refuses to admit his old age.” sneered the aged Kage. A silence fell about them. The quiet lingered for a second or two, during which time the Hokage's expression became dead serious. “Like I said earlier, I've got good news and bad news.”
“Fire away.” said Minato looking a bit glum, though he tried to hide it. The blonde had some idea of what the Hokage was about to tell him, he couldn't fathom what could even remotely be good new about it.
“The bad news is that you have to set off, alone, to Kirigakure immediately. You will not be staying in Konoha for more than a few hours.” said the Hokage gloomily. Dimmed brown eyes, were dead set on the blonde, eyeing him with sympathy.
“It is a honor to serve Konoha. You don't have to apologize.” said Minato in a tired voice.
“The Council was determined to have you off immediately you returned, but I managed to coax them into sparing you a few hours, to say the...necassary goodbyes.” The Hokage shot Minato a knowing look and the Yellow Flash nodded. “Those wrinkled old farts are becoming quite troublesome these days.” snorted Hiruzen, looking peeved.
“I'm grafeful Hokage-sama.” said Minato, he turned sharply and sauntered, dragging his feet, towards the door.
“Don't you want to hear the good news?” asked Hiruzen, his throaty voice carrying some enthusiasm.
Minato turned back to the old man, a grave as well as curious expression on his pallid face, long fingers having already grabbed the door knob.: He had forgotten that the wizened elder had mentioned something in that regard.
“The good news is Jiraiya would be more than happy to see you.” said Hiruzen genially, beaming a soft smile upon his wrinkled features. “He and the other Sannin are also stationed at Kirigakure. Perhaps he will give me rest from his frequent letters, asking about the well being of his favorite pupil, once he has seen you in person.”
Minato grinned. “Thank you, Hokage-sama.” The Yellow Flash felt something warm and pleasant surging through his body at the Hokage's words. “I'll be on my way out of the village before sunset.” he stated, a bit of cheer in his otherwise dreary tone.
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Time seemed to fly by hastily and dusk settled upon Konoha. Namikaze Minato leaped from building to building, heading towards the threshold that served as both entrance as well as exit from the village. The blonde looked positively wretched as he bolted through the massive gates, his having to say goodbye to Kushina solely responsible for his unhappiness.
As the battles intensified on all fronts, the demand for Minato's skills grew exponentially. It was now much too often that he was deployed to some foreign country, tasked by his superiors with the decimation of Konoha's enemies with Kushina left behind to worry about his fate. He also battled with the grim possibility that he might one day lose his life, or that Kushina might lose hers. He shook his head, directing his thoughts elsewhere. “At least I'll get to see Jiraiya-sensei.” he mused and cheered up considerably.
Upon exiting the village, he found himself in the dense forest that surrounded the large settlement. The sun dipped slowly beneath the horizon, leaving the sky a blazing shade of orange which hung ominously over the serene woodland. Minato's nimble feet gave off a faint whisper as he bounded eagerly from tree to tree, heading off once more into battle, a fierce determination burning intensely in both eyes.
The sight of Konoha's imposing entrance was pleasing to all who beheld it. Each of these shinobi had been away from the comfort and safety of the village for no small period of time. They leaped into the large settlement, their entrance uninhibited by the guards stationed at the massive green gates of Konoha. This meant that either security was poor, or their approach was already perceived by the guards and deemed not a threat. Considering that a Hyuga was spotted at the gate, it was most likely the latter. They flew through the entrance on silent feet and came to rest when they reached the streets of the village.
The sweltering sun was pouring down scorching heat upon the weary travelers, which did nothing to ease their plight. Hours spent racing from tree to tree, with only tiny breaks in between, had left them greatly fatigued, sweat plastered on their worn-out expressions. They had traveled in such haste that they completed what was usually a five day journey in only four.
Minato turned to Fugaku, a warm smile brightening his features and a happy gleam in his cerulean eyes. “I suppose we should go to the Hokage now, to deliver our report.” he offered casually.
“Ah.” the Uchiha replied dimly. The bland monotone was not entirely unexpected, for Uchiha Fugaku had always been a man of few words.
Fifteen minutes later found both Jonin level shinobi inside the spacious office of the Hokage, standing still like statues, before the man feared as The Professor, drawling their report.
Hiruzen reclined comfortably with an air of sagacity, on the chair that his position as Hokage provided for him, listening intently to Minato and Fugaku's report. The traditional wide Hokage hat covered his head and cast a shadow over his eyes, leaving his dimmed orbs barely visible. His face seemed to drip as a result of the wrinkles that were strewn on it and the deep frown etched on his features gave him a rather somber visage.
“I see.” he stated in a guttural voice, running wrinkled thin fingers through the gray beard that hung beneath his chin. He was uncharacteristically without his pipe. “Well, in spite of the necessity to retreat. I must congratulate you both on your efforts. I cannot say I am pleased with the number of shinobi that were lost however.” His eyes shifted to Fugaku, unblinking as they settled squarely on the Uchiha.
“It couldn't be helped.” stated Minato, in a quiet voice and he grimaced weakly. “Iwagakure simply proved to be more skilled than was initially anticipated.”
Hiruzen sighed. “Such is war. The slightest miscalculation is rewarded with death.” he lifted up an arm to tilt his hat forward, thus completely obscuring his eyes from view. “In any case, we must look to the future. Fugaku, you will meet with Nara Shikaku, our chief strategist, to determine where you and your troops will be headed to.”
Fugaku nodded in silent acknowledgment and made for the door, shutting it behind him with a low creak.
Upon the Uchiha's exit, the Hokage tipped his hat higher, his eyes now visible. They were narrowed but bright and a soft smile played on his aged lips. “I've got good news and bad news, Minato.” informed the old man placidly, fingers groping lightly at his beard once more.
“You've finally given up smoking?” asked the blonde teasingly, his lips arching into a slight smile.
Hiruzed laughed heartily. “It's Biwako's doing. She's under the impression that I'm ruining my health.” he replied, still chuckling. “I've had no success in finding a decent hiding place for my stash.” he added with an exasperated sigh.
“She might be right.” the Yellow Flash commented idly, still beaming. “What would Konoha be without its Hokage?”
“I don't believe the village would be so crippled if I were to keel over this very moment.” said Hiruzen, suddenly brisk. “Konoha has many fine shinobi who would be more than able to fill my position.”
“They'd have to get through Danzo-sama though.”
Hiruzen laughed again, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Indeed, they'd have to get through that stubborn geezer who refuses to admit his old age.” sneered the aged Kage. A silence fell about them. The quiet lingered for a second or two, during which time the Hokage's expression became dead serious. “Like I said earlier, I've got good news and bad news.”
“Fire away.” said Minato looking a bit glum, though he tried to hide it. The blonde had some idea of what the Hokage was about to tell him, he couldn't fathom what could even remotely be good new about it.
“The bad news is that you have to set off, alone, to Kirigakure immediately. You will not be staying in Konoha for more than a few hours.” said the Hokage gloomily. Dimmed brown eyes, were dead set on the blonde, eyeing him with sympathy.
“It is a honor to serve Konoha. You don't have to apologize.” said Minato in a tired voice.
“The Council was determined to have you off immediately you returned, but I managed to coax them into sparing you a few hours, to say the...necassary goodbyes.” The Hokage shot Minato a knowing look and the Yellow Flash nodded. “Those wrinkled old farts are becoming quite troublesome these days.” snorted Hiruzen, looking peeved.
“I'm grafeful Hokage-sama.” said Minato, he turned sharply and sauntered, dragging his feet, towards the door.
“Don't you want to hear the good news?” asked Hiruzen, his throaty voice carrying some enthusiasm.
Minato turned back to the old man, a grave as well as curious expression on his pallid face, long fingers having already grabbed the door knob.: He had forgotten that the wizened elder had mentioned something in that regard.
“The good news is Jiraiya would be more than happy to see you.” said Hiruzen genially, beaming a soft smile upon his wrinkled features. “He and the other Sannin are also stationed at Kirigakure. Perhaps he will give me rest from his frequent letters, asking about the well being of his favorite pupil, once he has seen you in person.”
Minato grinned. “Thank you, Hokage-sama.” The Yellow Flash felt something warm and pleasant surging through his body at the Hokage's words. “I'll be on my way out of the village before sunset.” he stated, a bit of cheer in his otherwise dreary tone.
.
.
Time seemed to fly by hastily and dusk settled upon Konoha. Namikaze Minato leaped from building to building, heading towards the threshold that served as both entrance as well as exit from the village. The blonde looked positively wretched as he bolted through the massive gates, his having to say goodbye to Kushina solely responsible for his unhappiness.
As the battles intensified on all fronts, the demand for Minato's skills grew exponentially. It was now much too often that he was deployed to some foreign country, tasked by his superiors with the decimation of Konoha's enemies with Kushina left behind to worry about his fate. He also battled with the grim possibility that he might one day lose his life, or that Kushina might lose hers. He shook his head, directing his thoughts elsewhere. “At least I'll get to see Jiraiya-sensei.” he mused and cheered up considerably.
Upon exiting the village, he found himself in the dense forest that surrounded the large settlement. The sun dipped slowly beneath the horizon, leaving the sky a blazing shade of orange which hung ominously over the serene woodland. Minato's nimble feet gave off a faint whisper as he bounded eagerly from tree to tree, heading off once more into battle, a fierce determination burning intensely in both eyes.
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