Path Of War

Arthur spent most of his days in his small apartment. In case he received unexpected guests, he filled the quiet space with a few basic furnishings that didn't even dent his finances.

Outside, the village had not once suspected him since he kept to himself.

His days were spent watching the village's daily routines and waiting. He had hoped the Raikage would step outside at some point to train or to show some sign of the power Arthur sought to understand.

But the Raikage remained absorbed in paperwork and shouting at advisors over mundane permits. Arthur listened to the noise but didn't pay much attention since his focus always jumped from place to another.

If he stayed quiet and observed, maybe he'd get a glimpse of something useful. But that moment never arrived.

Instead, Arthur watched the academy students practicing solo drills. It was disappointing. The young students rarely trained seriously. Most of their practice was half-hearted, distracted, or just going through motions.

It was the older ninjas who made the effort to refine their skills. Yet their training wasn't fixed, and where they practiced was far from his apartment.

Arthur's interest was in the lightning element itself. He had come to this village hoping to learn some of their techniques. So far, progress was slow.

Even their taijutsu, as interesting as it was, wasn't something worth replicating.

The village also lacked secret scrolls or documents that detailed the machinations of lightning techniques. Yes, they had books that explained the chakra element, but he had already known that information.

The Raikage, who was known for his signature "Lightning Style Armour," it seemed, was passed down orally. Rumour had it that this technique was a secret only given to the Kage that desired to learn it.