Resounding Resolution [O]

[Hyagumo Kin]

From where he sat, high among the steeping plateaus overlooking the many rice paddy fields below, Kin felt as if he were already the king of everything here. For when he would become the Otokage, he would not stop with just ruling over the village. No, he would work to further his control over such pitiful lands by overthrowing the daimyo, and becoming the once feared Sound Lord. 

How long had it been since the world had last seen a Lord? Men whose armies were too weak to do battle with the Five Great Shinobi Nations, and yet in the end, they were the true leaders of their lands. A Lord needed not to approach a higher-yet-inferior power in order to act. Any decision on the village's part, on the country's part, rested in the hands of one man. 

That man, in due time, would be Kin. It was rightfully his.

It was on days such as this, where the sun hung drearily over these humid paddies, that the Chunin would bring himself up to such heights. Kin's life, that of a shinobi's, was not always one of self assurance and inspiration. As such, he would need moments such as this in order to remind himself of his ambition--to see just what it was he slaved away for.

To see the lands that he would take for himself.

But until then, there would be more slaving away to do. More menial and often degrading missions to undertake, and more blood to be spilled under the kind and respectful mask that he forged for himself. How someone such as himself could ever be put to babysit children or retrieve runaway pets was beyond the Chunin.

Kin would yawn audibly, reassuring his cross-legged seat on the edge of the overlooking cliff, and resting his cheek against the firm ridges of his knuckles.

Oh well. It wasn't the path to power that mattered, but the reward at the end. That much was his father's philosophy.

So long as he held his firm resolution, he would get it.

And perhaps he would induce slave labor to his superiors.

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