Time of the Silent

 Amegakure, the Village Hidden in the Rain and the former home to the leader of the Akatsuki long ago. Like every other day in this dreary village rain was pouring like a shower of bullets onto the cracked pavement. A large gale blew through the city bringing in a small mist from the sea. The Rain Village was even more dreary than usual, and the inhabitants were not surprised in any fashion. The towering skyscrapers were the first surface that the rain hit and therefore they received the drops first. In one of the medium sized towers, power itself gazed over what parts of the city it could see. It was not a secret that this village in specific was a big source of the criminal activity that spread throughout the world like a plague. The eyes that belonged to the source of power was different. He was a man with heaven's intentions and hell's ability. These eyes watched over the city and he could literally see everything that was taking place within it, even if it was not physically in his visual perception field. He was no village leader or Daimyō. He wanted the best for the world but how could he make that happen? Sure, he held a lot of power. Yet, he was one man and in order for the world to change the people must change. People must want change. He refused to be like those before him, try to accomplish it through war and force. That only ended bad for them. Dào would not involve himself unlike he sought need for it to. His assistant entered the room and a warm breeze entered the already chilled meeting room from the only door of the room itself. The clouded sky provide a small dim light through the windows."Here's your tea, Dào-sama." The eyes continued to trace the border of the village. But for now the view was cut short as he turned to view the attendant. "Thank you, Hisume." Looking at the girl's face and then mananing a slight smile, he retrieved the tea cup from the tray that she held. The meeting room was the only nearly dark room in the building, the rest had lights on that gave the others room a completely different mood than the one he was currently in. After taking his first sip from the cup, he sat it down and then glanced at the girl. Dào, momentarily, was confused about why the girl had not left the room yet. "Is there something I can do for you?" He asked, trying to sound sympathetic yet it did not quite work out. The woman gazed at the floor. "Dào....M-may I go h-home?" Just as she finished the last word, lightning flashed and thunder roared behind him. ''It's storming. She has a family to go home to..'' His mind pondered. The Sage did not speak, yet he only nodded as the girl thanked him. He picked up his cup and returned to his window, further observing the village.