The two's eyes met, locked in a starring contest of sorts. Shiro had his hands in the pockets of his white overcoat, looking casually at the man before him now. He was a little taller than Ro, about 6'2", with more muscle mass as well. He had similar hair atop his head, though cut shorter. His jaw was covered by a thing layer of hair, forming a well groomed beard across hi face. He, like the younger Hiragana, wore the traditional clan attire though without the additions Shiro's had. On the chest of his overcoat was the clan symbol which was only present on the most important members of the clan."What do I owe this surprise? It's not every day a Council Member shows up in my quarters."
It had actually never happened before, which was saying something considering his rather long life. He quickly noticed the rather distressed look in the eyes of his leader, as well as a scroll-shaped object in the pocket of his coat. WIthout speaking, the councilman walked over to Shiro while simultaneously grabbing the scroll to hand to Shiro. "Read this, then come and meet with us in the Council Chamber."
He locked eyes with the boy one last time, this time a look of tenderness in them. He then turned on his heel and left the room, his coat flowing in the wind created from his quick walk. The man had barely spoken to Shiro in 75 years, since they'd exiled Shiro's brother and his followers from the clan.
With a quick flip of his thumb he broke the seal on the scroll, then flipped his wrist to unravel it. The message was not as long as he'd expected given that a Council member himself had delivered it. His eyes moved quickly from left to right, taking in every word.
As you are no doubt aware, the Hidden Village has been over-run by a faction of Samurai. And though we know all too well the sins of the Shinobi upon this world, those of the Samurai are far greater. We can not allow them to rule this land. Our mountain hideaway will not keep us safe forever, we will eventually be found. Once that happens, there is no limit to the losses we could suffer. In light of these events, we wish for you to return to the village and use our resources to help the shinobi of Kumogakure regain their homeland back from the Samurai, pending negotiation terms. We do not ask this of you lightly.
x High Council of the Hiragana
Once finished reading, he closed the scroll and reattached the seal to keep it closed. They were sending him away from his home to live with shinobi
. Worse still, he had to help them? The shinobi were practically barbarians as it were, how much worse could these invaders be? He let out a deep breath to calm himself. This anger was uncharacteristic for a man who usually showed no emotion. Emotions prevented logical thinking, something Shiro couldn't afford to lose. He had no choice in the matter, however. If he denied this offer, he'd be cast out from the clan like his brother. Was the council trying to get rid of him, hoping he'd die in the crossfire between the two sides? No matter, there was nothing he could do about it now. If the council wished for him to live amongst the shinobi, that would be what he had to do.
He exited the room in the same manner as the councilman before him, coattail flapping behind as the door closed.