Akuma
While Koga was thinking of rather humorous things, Akuma simply walked down memory lane...Naruto Uzumaki...seems he can't escape that name no matter where he went.
Yamamoto heeled back on the beast, and it took off for flight. Within hours they were near the canyon. Yamamoto raised his hand, and pointed toward the leaf ruins. Curious, someone had already destroyed the leaf? Strange...maybe it had something to do with that masked man...maybe.
Yamamoto landed the beast, which entered the seal in his back and he entered the tent.
"Now is the day. The day that the Champions of Dark Horse rise. You shall represent us, as champions. Thus you will be dressed like one as well." Yamamoto said, and he opened a trunk in his tent. He tossed Akuma and Koga each a pair of robes, very similar to those of Akatsuki, yet instead of red clouds on them it was all just solid black, with a large white dot on the back, much like the banner of the Dark Horse.
Akuma glanced curiously at the robes...so now they would actually be representing this strange group. He just nodded, his mind was elsewhere right now, though his guard was not let down. Akuma never lets his guard down.
"Now then. To business." Yamamoto said. Yamamoto escorted Koga and Akuma to a war table, which had a map of the entire continent. "Here we are, with my forces. Currently scattered, can't get an accurate number right now. There is Konoha, and the rest of the great nations. Konoha has been dealt with...for now. They're going to be busy rebuilding, so our location is not in jeopardy...for now. Then there is the Sand: We don't have to worry about them...due to the 'dissapearence' of their Kazekage, they won't be able to get anything done for quite some time. So, we only have three ignorant nations to stay under the radar of until the big moment, which we'll get to later. I have considered many things, but if Iak is up to what I think he may be then every move must count. There is no room for error in our operations, we are a small organization, therefore we must cut each Snake's head off, the snakes being the great nations. But our moves must be discrete: We can't attract too much attention...no...we would be brutalized."
Harou
Harou glanced around the bar...this was definitely not the finest place in town...
Scum were everywhere...and oh...that pungent smell...rotten fruit?
While Koga was thinking of rather humorous things, Akuma simply walked down memory lane...Naruto Uzumaki...seems he can't escape that name no matter where he went.
Yamamoto heeled back on the beast, and it took off for flight. Within hours they were near the canyon. Yamamoto raised his hand, and pointed toward the leaf ruins. Curious, someone had already destroyed the leaf? Strange...maybe it had something to do with that masked man...maybe.
Yamamoto landed the beast, which entered the seal in his back and he entered the tent.
"Now is the day. The day that the Champions of Dark Horse rise. You shall represent us, as champions. Thus you will be dressed like one as well." Yamamoto said, and he opened a trunk in his tent. He tossed Akuma and Koga each a pair of robes, very similar to those of Akatsuki, yet instead of red clouds on them it was all just solid black, with a large white dot on the back, much like the banner of the Dark Horse.
Akuma glanced curiously at the robes...so now they would actually be representing this strange group. He just nodded, his mind was elsewhere right now, though his guard was not let down. Akuma never lets his guard down.
"Now then. To business." Yamamoto said. Yamamoto escorted Koga and Akuma to a war table, which had a map of the entire continent. "Here we are, with my forces. Currently scattered, can't get an accurate number right now. There is Konoha, and the rest of the great nations. Konoha has been dealt with...for now. They're going to be busy rebuilding, so our location is not in jeopardy...for now. Then there is the Sand: We don't have to worry about them...due to the 'dissapearence' of their Kazekage, they won't be able to get anything done for quite some time. So, we only have three ignorant nations to stay under the radar of until the big moment, which we'll get to later. I have considered many things, but if Iak is up to what I think he may be then every move must count. There is no room for error in our operations, we are a small organization, therefore we must cut each Snake's head off, the snakes being the great nations. But our moves must be discrete: We can't attract too much attention...no...we would be brutalized."
Harou
Harou glanced around the bar...this was definitely not the finest place in town...
Scum were everywhere...and oh...that pungent smell...rotten fruit?