Let it rot

The leadership of Tengakure had changed hands a lot in the last few weeks. Not that Takeo had cared all that much, the moment his people had betrayed him and left the leadership position to some child he had given up all hope for the village. Let it rot, that was what he thought of the village now. The village he had taken control of in order to save it. He had helped the people progress, for the first time in perhaps the history of Tengakure he had ran a Chuunin Exam without the Hokage demanding it. Under his rule their had been zero attacks, zero killings, zero delimbings. However the moment he trusts Xyxer to lead while he recovered from an injury, the village is assaulted. Then Xyxer leaves the village alone, and the people allow someone unknown to take over the place. That was the part that disgusted Takeo the most, he knew of many able shinobi in the village, all easily capable of slaughtering that worm where he had stood. They let him become the Tenkage, obviously they didn't care who it was that was leading their village. Ungrateful maggots, that is what the people of Tengakure were. Well, fuck 'em.

Now he stood at the gates of village, gazing at the village through his Byakugan. "As much as I'd love to stay and watch this village crumble without my guidance and leadership, I'd much rather go blow something up." He took a swig from the bottle he had borrowed from a nearby store, frowning at the taste from the unknown drink. Perhaps with time he would get used to it, he never was a fan of apples but oh well. Taking another swig he would make his way out of the village, off to go blow things up, or something like that.

[Exit]