An Addition to the Household

He remembered the cold, grey walls well. Much of his childhood had been spent locked behind the steel gate that rested in front him. Yet, it seemed that everyone always returned home at some point; Sannoto was no exception. The only difference was the location of his cell, and the difference in age. A long, blonde beard hung from his face and his massive size forced him into a constant sitting position within the tiny cell. For some reason, within the Land of Yang, other larger cells were being occupied. A sweat dripped from the brow of his forehead as he stared out of the gate to the eyes of several of the land's shinobi watching over him. Had he been a little smaller, he could have pledged a senile, weak old man and perhaps escaped without much trouble, but his monstrous muscular build betrayed his age.

"I.."

Before he could even start his sentence, the cold look of the kunoichi shot chills into his spine silencing him. She glared at him with a hate that he had known much too well. It was a look that expressed utter digust. Sannoto's own wife had given him when he first met her during one of his expeditions.

"Someone will be here to deal with you soon," she spoke.

"Yes.."

"There is nothing else to speak."

"Please, I'm just a senile.."

"Senile? Seriously? You're pulling that card?"

"Well, of course. It is true afterall."

"You know, that I, for one, know who you are right?"

In that moment, Sannoto's smile slid off of his visage. "Dammit."

"Lady Daimyō will be here to deal with you soon. So, be quiet and wait."