[color=E54515][center][h2][i][u]Gisho Omawarisan[/u][/i][/h2][/center][/color]

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[color=F8CC07]Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood. What is the price of war though? Sanity, morals, humanity? 

An explosion of dreaded dissonance enveloped the scene, ninja on both sides had been lost, most of them not even past their eighteenth year. Fires had burned down villages reducing them to nothing but ash. The ash wasn’t even able to rest before it became another tool of war and yet everything was silent. There was an unnatural peace to silence in the sense of so much death, the shallowness of your own breath, the feeling of your heartbeat within your veins. All of time stops for what feels like hours, but are mere seconds in reality. This is [i]war[/i]. 

A low ringing began to play, growing louder and louder, white noise stampeding like an incoming horde. Suddenly a face appeared mouthing words, except the words got louder in unison with the ringing. The image came into focus, a fresh kunoichi carrying the lifeless limb of Gisho. [i]”Gisho….”[/i] louder, “Gisho…” LOUDER, “GISHO!”. In that instant all the life and sound flooded into Ghiso’s silence. His hand stiff as a board touched his ear before it recoiled in pain, his fingertips blood red. However, his right arm had not been raised with his left. His brain frantically processing everything around him forced his head to shift.

Jolting up from his bed in a panic the Hokage let out an unnerving cry. His hand in a vice like grip around his right arm. Sweat has soaked his sheets and beaded on his fore head. His breath was ragged and his heartbeats was accelerated. His blurred vision came into focus around the stump where is right arm once was. His left arm quickly shifted to the top of his head as his fingers glided through his jet black hair. Quickly catching his breath his heart rate returned to normal, but he had not noticed his assistant Shinko had been standing there faithfully with a glass of water. “It was the same dream again…this damn phantom pain is killing me.” Gisho scoffed playing down the side effects of losing an entire arm. 

Gisho had a very commanding presence with a physique to match. Even going into old age he was the pinnacle of shinobi stature. He was around 193 cm and 113 in kg, the muscle on his body seemed to be chiseled into if it weren’t for the cascading scars that varied in sized that stained his once perfect body. He had stern dark features but the silver started to kiss the sides of his hair that was once blacker than the shadows around him. The only stipulation now was the stump that had been bandaged up and covered with a padded arm guard. “You know it wouldn’t kill you to say a few words now and then.” Reaching out for the glass and chugging the water, a stream leaking from the sides of his mouth. 

“I know you want me to tell the medical division about this phantom pain, but it will go away like the rest.” Wiping the excess water with his one arm. “Yeah yeah call me stubborn all you want, but I’m fine I’ve never felt better.” Gisho was a very proud man, years of being the pillar of hope and the symbol of peace created a persona he had to keep up at all times. Weakness, that’s just it, something that didn’t or rather couldn’t exist for the Hokage. Gisho knew the pain, the pressure, and the constant itch was merely temporary, but the safety of the people was forever. Regardless, Gisho found his tranquility under the waterfall in the Valley of the End where he trained rigorously for year in order to master jutsu with just one hand. The silence was the only thing that could calm him anymore. 

“Huh so it’s that time again. I wonder if we’ll have any shinobi of worth this time, I’m looking forward to seeing what that old hack of a Tsuchikage has for me this time.” Gisho forced himself up wincing as a jolt ran through his invisible arm. Gisho noticed the slight glare in Shinko’s eyes but ignored it as he waded towards his closet. “You think my ex-wife will show up? Yeah that’s probably a no too.” Gisho carefully slipped on his Hokage garb using his one hand and mouth, he didn’t need help it otherwise made him quite unsettling as if he weren’t already. Even the symbol of peace is quite human, his previous wife had left him for it was thought he was caught cheating on her with another woman, the rumor still lies buried in secret. Shinko simply stood at the same spot he had when Gisho awoke listening attentively, but not moving an inch. “Well anyways we should probably get down there and welcome the new shinobi. The more things change the more they stay the same.” Ginsho chuckled as he adorned the symbolic hat with the land of fire’s emblem proudly demonstrated. 

Shinko nodded and fell in line with the Hokage on their way towards the gates of Konoha. Shinko was a rather rare case. He rarely spoke and it was almost never in company of any one sans the Hokage. Some say he was a mute or had his tongue severed so no man could force his secrets. Some wonder why the Hokage chose him to be his chief supervisor but again those are only rumors and theories. Otherwise, shinko is a very bland man. His face is rather pointed like a snake, his eyes were very narrow and hard as if he was constantly sizing up whomever was in sight. He was average build but he gave off a vexatious aura which was yet to be decided if it was a blessing or a curse. Regardless the relationship between the two was shrouded in secrecy, yet the Hokage seemed to be able to communicate without words and hold an endearing amount of respect for the man to keep him so close. 

As Ginsho reached for the door knob his hand froze as he felt an overbearing and suffocating cloud of death entering the village. [i]”One..two…….there’s supposed to be three.”[/i] Shinko took quick notice of the sudden change in demeanor, something not to take likely. “Looks like the time has come.” Gisho said heavily. Shinko with a nod retreated back to the side of the Hokages desk while Gisho had flung the windows open. 

[I]“Hokage-sama, we are here to report the results of our mission to find the lost squad in the Forest of Death."[/i]

Ginsho turned around to face the two survivors and had read what happened to the third as he gazed into their eyes. “It looks like we need to talk” Ginsho said with a hint of seriousness before he smiled with his signature look as his eyes closed and his eyebrows perked while the last words off his tongue seemed to trail off. [/color]
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