GOD ... And The Whispers ... [Kazekage ONLY]

Corleone sat at his desk, stacks of papers practicably seemed to cover every part of it. He was growing tired of all this work, but it needed to be done as such was the life of a leader. His chair was larger than most chairs, as he was infact larger than most men. His large body with would make it seem out of place for him to be in a office as he looked like he belonged somewhere on a battlefield. His black mask he normally wore was off revealing the cuts on his face and his messy black hair. He wore his typical red and black attire, the same clothes that ultimately appeared to be a symbol on the man itself. He rarely wore anything else but this as he wanted all to recognize his attire as ones only worn by a man of authority. In the room with him were to more people, both chuunin a young man and youung girl. They were the temporary assistants he had assign until he found more permanent people to handle the job. He hadn't picked these two because they were the best, in fact it was quite the opposite. They were some of the weaker chuunin, so Corleone took it upon himself to oversee their training and right now the lesson was following orders and getting work done in a timely manner. Needless to say they weren't exactly doing the best job as they were constantly making mistakes.

"Dammit boy! The papers go in that stack over there. And you girl, i have already checked these why havent they been filed yet," he yelled at them until he quieted down. He felt the presence of of someone coming toward his office, which was strange cause he had not scheduled any meetings today. His emerald green eyes watched the door as it creaked open and found it was a jounin from the village. He recalled the man's name, as he made it point to remember all of his people that were loyal to him. However, he never had any prolonged conversation with the man. The aura the man gave off was one that showed killing intent, so much so that the assistants were besides themselves with fear.

"Kazekage... Are you the strongest... Would you be the perfect sacrifice for lord jashin... dark master... all loving mother of chaos...", Jiro said in such a way that Corleone couldn't help but feel the threatening nature of the words. His emerald green eyes began to give off a glow that seemed like green chakra swirling in a whirlpool in his eyes. "You can tell your dark mother to shove it up her ass, not even the God of War himself could claim my life," Corleone said as he stood from his desk, his large body easily towering over the shinobi in front of him,"Your old enough to know who the fuck I am boy. If you truly worship this Jashin, then I will replace that worship with the fear of Corleone Hason." Corleone words seemed to boom in the room as his deep voice held the tone of a man who had looked death in the face, and smiled. His eyes meet with the eyes of Jiro, his eyes not showing respect but almost as if he was looking down on the shinobi in front of him.

"You speak so weak against the faith... Anywho ... I need a sacrifce and its a sin not to produce one at times... outsiders are worthless, and theirs worthy sacrifices to serve the holy one... hehehehe eh.... and to forget i was sent here by your council...", was the response the man had given. Corleone simply stared at the man as if he were some form of an disease. This fool stood in the face of his leader and speaks of sacrificing him to same pathetic god. He was half tempted to slap some sense into this young man, but that would likely only add fuel to the fire.

"You will sacrifice no villager who lives within the borders of Sunagakure, tell your god that should you do I will person bring ruin to his loyal followers," Corleone tone was loud and clear, so much so that the chuunin in the room began to cower not from the Jashin any longer, but from Corleone himself,"Now, I just recalled that why you were suppose to come here. I hear that you and your....people.... wish to find residence within my borders. I will allow this but I will request that all your practices remain with the confines of the area that i grant to you. If I see it outside of that area I will see that it will all be put a stop too." Corleone walked back to his seat and sat down as he continued, "Now I here you want access to the hospital, I will have to ask why. Provided the type of activities your religion details, I am skeptical on allow such a thing." Corleone leaned back in his chair as he watched the man, eager to hear the reason.

This man had a plan, this much was obvious. Perhaps the man assumed Corleone a fool and thought he could talk his way into one of the most important places in the village. Sadly in this case he would be mistaken. "I have people who already study the villagers, keeping me aware of our strengths and weaknesses. Your assessment will not be needed," Corleone said as he motioned for the chuunin to get up. The chuunin quickly got up and went back to filing papers as Corleone went back to reading and signing them. "Unless there was something else you needed, you can see yourself out Jiro. I will have a mission for you a few days, i will have it sent to your home."

Corleone did not trust this man, due to the fact that he wanted to much from him. The man lacked any finesse or discretion when it came to even trying to get what he wanted. He was straight forward, which made it all the more easier to see through the man. He would keep an eye on this one, Corleone was convinced the man wouldn't follow his order and kill his villagers. He would keep tabs on the man for a while until he was sure that he could be trusted. "Move faster you lazy bums, I want to finish this before the day is done so I can get me a drink."