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Post by Ōtsutsuki, Kanoh on Mar 18, 2024 11:36:57 GMT
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The snake in Eden The reason for treason
[attr="class","tt-post"]"Oh, darling," The man's smooth sailing volume crept along the boundaries of his bountiful palace as he adorned himself lavishly over the throne. It had taken some time to adjust, and it had put a slight pain in his lower back for it, but he was more than comfortable as he held the paper in one hand, while he hand over fist plunged the orange, rind and all into his mouth.
He barely acknowledged the thrall before him: purple ringed eyes staring as Kanoh treasured himself in his vision. Kanoh swallowed, before continuing. "We need to construct something. A little hello for our darling new Daimyō," This new direction had scarcely been in his own plans. He pumped his fist with his free hand, clearing his chest. Another thrall emerged from the lofty space behind the throne - a clipboard and pen.
Though Kanoh liked his technology, he thought there was a time and place for it. This required a... personal touch.
❝ Dearest Damiyō of Fire,
Congratulations! You are now the sole head of state. The de-facto crown and prince. I am Shigeyoshi Kanoh - the second and heir apparent from my father, Shigeyoshi Kanoh - the first. It should come of no surprise to you that it's usually customary to welcome one another to this stage.
As you know, Konohagakure's advances of technology have always been a pursuit of mine. I love to learn, and in lieu of my own lack of personal combat prowess, I have turned, much like our villages and the rest - to the exciting developments you have. I hope we'll be able to share. But for you, dearest friend, I offer my love and grace to extend a hand and welcome you to my own home as if it were your own.
I was not able to advance our relationship much with your predecessor and hope to remedy that at earliest light. Please feel free to join me at your earliest convenience and we can talk more.
Yours, Shigeyoshi Kanoh Daimyo of Kaminari no Kuni ❞
The reason for treason, the snake of eden - and he would have loved to bury himself in the woman as an extension of himself, and he would waste no time in having that letter hand delivered to the woman - parchment and sealed with the golden stamp of Kumogakure, licked by gold wax and the symbol of Kumogakure painted an illustrious black to make the symbol pop against the gold and pale tan of the paper.
If they hadn't already, he would need to- "Another letter to our friend," His thoughts got ahead of him while this one was being drafted, and another orange would begin to be munched on (again, rind and all) while the thrall to his side opened a new piece, and began to write.
"Iron Daimyo,
Konohagakure's leadership has changed if you haven't already heard. Be sure to continue export for metals, their androids continue to be top tier. Don't make it too easy...
If there was one person she trusted and respected more than her sensei and samurai guardian, it was her mother. She could still see those tired pale, almost translucent white eyes of hers. [break][break] “I know you’re not ready.” And she could feel the caressing touch of her mother's hand on her wrist. “...But you are the Daimyō now. I don’t know who it was, but I know your father did not simply pass away, my girl. Be careful who you trust.” [break][break][break][break]
Esteemed Lord Shigeyoshi Kanoh,
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On behalf of the Land of Fire, and of myself, I appreciate that in these advanced times you would take the time to formally write to me.
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As two successors that are trusted to lead our lands in different times, I believe that we owe it to the future of our people to create a lasting, bountiful relationship between the Land of Lightning. While my father may not have had the honor of properly connecting with you, it would be my pleasure to meet with you.
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However, I’m sure that you are aware of the pressing matters that keep the new and assuming Daimyō schedule focused within their lands. I regret that it may be some time before I am able to accept your invitation, though as an extension of my own, it would be my pleasure to host you in the Land of Fire and give you a tour of the technological advances of the Land of Fire and Konogakure.
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I am sure that you will take much delight in our creations, as I would take much delight in officially meeting you.
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With well wishes for the Land of Lightning,[break][break]
