--Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire--
The dread slowly melted away as relief took its place. Sebokik stood in the center of a whirlwind that cut through the room with deadly precision, slicing his desk, his documents, and everything else in the room into a fine dust that settled upon the ground. The purpose was the elimination of the chance that the information could be used to rebuild what he had just destroyed. He also didn't want anyone gaining any hints as to what he planned.
As the dust settled, only two objects remained intact in the room. One was a small figurine of a wolf. The other was a photograph of a group of men, an older generation of shinobi that had fought in the Kumo Civil War.The picture was there men all grinning and smoking and rebuilding the ruins around them just after they had won the war. In it were men lost to the world. Among these were Supaiku Hantaa, Tomoushii Soratodai, Tsuuki Komouri, Kairebu Soratodai and Fei Long. Sebokik was the last one from the picture who still resided in Kumo and worked alongside the new generation of shinobi to protect Kumo. The men who defended the nation against the samurai threat during the Kumo civil war and then helped rebuild, were no longer here.
It had taken a while to realize it, but Sebokik knew why there was no one left. Change had come to Kumo and Kumo's motto and heart of lightning had found no place in this new society.
A society built upon those who's courage and strength bade them to kick reason to the curb and fight on, now did not want those men.
Now military precision and political favors, subterfuge, and the technology race was the focus.
The glint of gold caught Sebokik's eye as he opened the window to the early light of dawn and turned to look back upon his old BOLT office. The necklace with a gold wolf figurine hung from the ceiling as an offering and explanation to those who found it.
Sebokik left the BOLT HQ building far behind as he jogged back to his house to gather his possessions and be on his way. He hoped to put distance between him and those he had left behind.
No tears came to golden eyes as he approached his empty home and gathered his weapons and clothes before setting out towards Kumo's main gate at a walk.