Family Feud IV

The lights in the manor lit un enthusiastically with every flicker that echoed throughout the halls the estate. Flick, Flick, Flick. To anyone, it would've been outright annoying, but the Senju drew excitement from this day, just as any grandparent would. These flicks symbolized more than lights sprouting to life; they announced the arrival of his family. Jovially, Sannoto, the owner of his home, scurried across his floor hastily. It had been three days since he had sent his invitation, and on those three days, he had worked endlessly to ensure that this dinner would be perfect. Thousands of servants wandered his home, cleaning, preparing, and doing whatever was necessary to ensure success. While Sannoto playfully prepared, they were the ones that felt the stain of stress. After-all, someone who wanted perfection even more than the blonde grandfather was his wife, Ayame. In fact, she demanded nothing less. Even Sannoto, for all the arrogance that he possessed, understood that he was never truly in control. It was why he could prepare without feeling the weight of her burdens.

Regardless, Sannoto took his duties as a host seriously...somewhat; he was the life of the party, or so he had been told several times by others. As he walked around his home, his servants found themselves confused, especially considering it was the wrong time of the year. He was dressed in a red suit, carrying a sack filled with...something, over his shoulder. But, more than that, what truly gave away his persona was his occasional chant, "Ohohooho!!". His voice did not betray his monstrous physique. It was deep, foreboding, and outright terrifying. It rang throughout his home, nearly shaking the foundation of his blazing manor. It was an enormous estate that rested on the plains of the Land of Mountains, a land that was simply a country to the south of the Land of Wind. It was generally sunny, but because of the altitude, the wind was somewhat heavy giving it a mild feel. In the winters, it was outright miserable, but in the fall, it was simply...perfect. Not too far, approximately a quarter of a mile, lay a lake encapsulated in a portion of their territory.

It was always a special occasion when Sannoto's family were invited. Hundreds of shinobi scouted the area, watching the area at all hours of the day for intruders. They were a powerful family, and several members had political positions that could send the world into an era of chaos. Regardless, the Senju could not remember an attack, nor an attempt at one. The guards could assure that it wasn't because of their presence, but because of Sannoto's own. He was a powerful shinobi, feared by hundreds. A hero of the Third Shinobi World War, and a seasoned veteran of the Fourth, there existed few with the courage to challenge his might even in his old age. Still, shinobi of these villages would not compromise the safety of their officials, and thus accompanied their leaders, prepared to defend the royal family.