First Taste [Q - Plot][P - Ryusuke]

[Messatsu!]

Notice!

• Thread is done in Flash-back format
  
• Genryu - Age: 16 / 11 years Earlier
  
• Location: Konoha - Pre-War
  

Konoha, one of the most revered, respected, and feared hidden village of its time, truly a gemstone of the current era, and many to come. Its intricate expanse was full of unprecedented peace, devoid of crime, racism, and even poverty itself. Konoha had been nothing less than a utopia for not only its powerful force of shinobi, but the citizens that resided there as well. Peace and harmony ran through even the villages roots, spreading evenly through out its opulent construct like flowing streams of blue along a calm riverbank. Sounds of hard labor and cultivated life billowed into Konohagakure's azure ambiance, even as the clutches of war finally began to clamp down upon the world. Preparation was finally at had, respective villages finally decided to resurface and declare war, along with the mindless, mythical beast known as bijuu. Truth be told, with all of the warnings of destruction washing over the minds of the masses, the peaceful exterior was little more than a well played ruse.

The suns golden hues seemingly bathed the entire world in its comfortable sheet of warmth, the temperature was just right, being neither too hot nor cold, the closest thing next to the 'perfect day'. Children of konoha screamed with joy as the constellated like a plethora of birds, tarrying sounds of jarring metals from flipped pots and colliding tableware resounded throughout the streets like a midday parade, life seemed too good to be true, but the grand scheme of things was only just beginning.

The up and coming 'hero' of the leaf -at that time- had been none other than Genryu 'Swagma' Uchiha, a young man whose loyalty to his clan and village ran deeper than any vein and was stronger than any bond forged throughout the worlds history. However, his heroic, image had been shattered from his previous failure to pull through the renowned chuunin examinations. He'd been disqualified for lack of teamwork, during the second round within the forest of death, refusing to cooperate in order to pursue the coveted scroll to advance by himself. Genryu had always been one to work alone unless said task permitted him to work with his Uchiha brethren. It was no surprise that this attitude came across as condescending despite his genteel nature outside of all things shinobi related, he was merely one who held a strong resolve in the phrase, 'If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself."

A clean sigh emanated from his lungs as he sat on the edge atop of a opulent tower, namely the Uchiha family compound. His legs hung lifelessly like awol noodles from a bowl of ramen as his arms were folded above his chest as his powerful, eyes peered off into the seemingly unending horizon, subconsciously questioning himself aloud.

"Everyone things I'm a genius, idiots, I'm just like everyone else just with more swag and badassery. Sigh, failing the chuunin exams isn't so bad, with less responsibilities maybe I could take a vacation from the village and travel."

[Trigga]

Opulent as it was prosperous, the Hidden Leaf glistened against the planet as a iridescent ray of hope that would guide many from the shadows. Rich as it was vigorous, Konohagakure no Sato would last against any opposition of any stature regardless of differences in strength. And finally, Mature as it was youthful, history had been detailed till this point but it wouldn’t end there. The enigmatic village tucked within a deceptive bastion of oak and earth had life which was prepared to experience the remainder of its existence. A buoyant feeling that abstractly gave the Village a smile a grand smile.

Nonetheless, the Hidden Leaf was only as sumptuous as its faithful inhabitants—the citizens. Some were the fabled Shinobi of lore and legend; those who stalked the shadows and daggered unnoticed as their prey rested comatose at their feet. Others emerged in the working glass as restaurant owners, facilitators, and even construction employees. Regardless of what your career was, or from where you hailed in the hierarchy of clans, everyone was continuously aiding in the advancement of the crown jewel known as Konoha. This in itself made the village a force not to be reckoned with, which only added insult to injury considering its strength and unconquerable Will of Fire that funneled all.

Divulging deeper into the heart and soul of the Hidden Leaf, navigating through the network of streets and avenues and ultimately settling upon the floor mat of one rather famous compound, a story of sibling unity, and love lost would unfold. Pages flipped as the tale told itself from the allegorical words that danced off its parchment and came to life. This was the saga of not only Uchiha Genryū, but also Uchiha Koi.

“Otōto-kun!” a soft, feminine voice- youthful as it was lively beckoned forth from just beneath the suspended Uchiha, Koi emerged from within the Manor. Hair colored an eye-catching, almost beatific shade of cherry while an apparel fit for spring enjoyment, the older sister surfaced just beyond the porch as she smiled upwards. “Come on, Gennie! Ryū is getting hungry, so we need to hurry up and get to the spot.” She exclaimed, turning her head to face her elevated sibling as a smile lit her face even more then already implicated. Today was their family picnic, and now a ripe twenty with an infant son, the Uchiha was ready to enjoy an afternoon with her family.

“Isn’t that right, Ryū Ryū?” She inquired cutely, giggling as her body bent forward, lowering towards the rather pricey stroller in front of her; the inner confines played host to a newborn. Eyes squinted shut and faint traces of whimpering ensuing as the child with only a short extension of crimson red locks reached, pinching his mother’s cheeks. Little Ryūsuke—a product of a beauty and a beast and the prospecting light that would lead the Hidden Leaf from inevitable darkness now relied on others.

[Messatsu!]

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Genryu's calculative mind grinded away at his future, drowning himself in a endless flowing stream of tranquil cognition. It was as if he see visions of himself, much older, stronger, guided by a stronger and more solid moral foundation. In fractions of seconds his mind flit about, flickering from thought to thought faster than a ninja could snap a finger. As much as he thought about himself, as much as he wanted to venture outward from Konoha's grasp and experience the world to further his mental capableness, he couldn't. He was taught to protect everything and all things that he cherished, namely being his elder sister, and the Uchiha's clan future, Uchiha Ryusuke.

Genryu's power is what some would say, spiritual, manifest not from within himself, but from within others. His family, the bonds he held with them, even Koi's husband was Genryu's true wellspring of power; his brethren, his sisters charm, and Ryusuke's baby face smile, it was the longing to keep these things remaining within his life that motivated him, pushed him beyond his limits to surmount the insurmountable. Nevertheless his thoughts came to a abrupt halt as a all to familiar voice called out to him, derailing his train of mental thought. He leaned forward, peaking just over the towers edge, and there she was, just as beautiful as all could be.

A quick smiling nod confirmed that her message had reached its rightful destination but truth be told with all of his recent ruminations, he had nearly forgotten about the picnic itself. His famished stomach ululated, screaming for food to fill its empty void as he rubbed it as though he'd been a impregnated woman.

"Haha, sure thing! I was getting pretty hungry anyways!"

Upon patting his stomach he scooted off the buildings apex, falling headfirst towards the ground. The winds harmlessly cut against his face as he closed his eyes to bask in its pleasantness before flipping about mid-fall, planting his already-in motion-feet against the vertical wall with a small application of chakra. He plummeted in a downward sprint with impressive speeds, the very speeds that complimented his superiority in taijutsu with ease. His short hair and bangs whipped to the back of his head, arms suspended behind his back as if they were bowl-less noodles. Approaching ground level his gait of speed lessened at will as he jumped outwardly to land in a maestro crouch, filling the air with tiers of swag that seemed inhuman, landing behind Koi and Ryu.

Swiveling upon his heels he turned and approached Ryu, pinching his own cheeks and stretching them outwardly as his tongue protruded from his mouth, and eyes began to swirl like water in a flushed toilet.

[Trigga]

Koi was by no means ill-interested in her home of Konohagakure. Every building gave her content knowing the robustness of her birthplace. Every avuenue and street signified how far the Hidden Leaf came from its early stages, and showed nothing shy of progression as the year pass. And each citizen allowed an additional smile to appear on her lovely face whenever she decided to venture through the Village configuration when her schedule permitted such leisure time. This magnificent locality was the jewel in her eyes, yet the populace thought otherwise, regarding the Red-haired Uchiha as the angel of the Hidden Life. While most aliases were granted only permissible to those of Shinobi Stature, it seemed Koi’s influence spread further than originally assumed.

Expected from an angel, a smile that could even surpass the heavens ensued as her brother dropped off the roof’s periphery and scurried down the side like a sprinting fox as chakra obviously guided him towards his destination. As always, even in the most rudimentary endeavors, Genyū had to floss his exceptional skill within the field of Shinobi arts. A genius amongst their clan and an amazing ninja even set juxtapose with those of an older age demographic, Koi was the less endowed of the two. Regardless, she was the more outspoken an vigorous regardless of the rather spontaneous act the dark-haired racer presented just a moment ago.

“Gennie! Stop teasing Ryū Ryū!” Koi commanded with a loud, though playful tone as she spun on her heel, allowing her eyes to level with her brother’s frame that currently played ignorant with the scarlet-haired child in the crib. Right arm bending, and fist clenched, her respective left limb platform beneath the raised arm as she shuck her fist assertively; imitating a threatening gesture—minus the intimidating factor and replacing it with sarcasm. “Can’t have our future Hokage being frightened by his uncle, now can we!?” She exclaimed, oblivious to the precognition her words registered; speaking to the prospecting truth without even knowing, nor experiencing it.

As Genryū contorted his cheeks, and allowed his tongue to wag aimlessly from his mouth, the now calmed Uchiha became excited. Reaching from his stroller, small stubby arms extended upwards as anxious hands grasped endlessly as the pink accessory that motioned from out of his uncle’s mouth. As if starving to touch, Ryūsuke, ignorant to what he actually grabbed for continued to attempt and lift himself in effort to grasping the prize. "Ahh---Ba-urg!" No one would play with him without paying some form of reimbursement. Meanwhile, Koi smiled kindly at the actions her two men took and before they motioned off towards the forest to indulge in their afternoon escapade, she had one final proclamation.

“You’re pushing the stroller, Gennie.”

[Messatsu!]

Little ryu smiled resplendently as Genryu joyfully laughed and played with his beloved nephew. Ryu's and Koi's smiles were long fountains of youth, able to rejuvenate and renew Genryu's state of mind and seemingly purge the physical stresses from his very being. It was something to look forward too each day, like seeing a beautiful bed of flowers in a desolate, gray world filled with violence and destruction. Teasing Ryu was something he pledged to do on a daily basis, finding it refreshing to know that Ryu is healthy, showing signs of joy and happiness.

Koi Suddenly commanded that Genryu cease teasing her son, as much as he wanted to continue, he couldn't, he wasn't the parent nor guardian of his life, but made damn sure he'd protect him no matter the circumstance. Getting it his last satisfying laughs, his face returned to its normal structure as a quick glance contrived itself over towards Koi, meeting gaze with her own. He chortled at her comment about Konoha's future hokage being frightened by his uncle, it presented itself as foolishness to him despite knowing that it was little more than a playful joke. He knew that Ryu could become hokage some day, the air around it practically screamed with it, heralding his future rule and if Genryu's cognition's proved to be true, it was he that would come to fear Ryu, not the other way around.

"Heh, pushing this little guy around couldn't possibly be boring Haha, I know you feel the same way Ryu."

He smiled as he pushed Ryu down the busy streets of Konoha, basking in the expanse of warmth provided by the suns golden rays as his feet began to slowly mar the mounds of earth that stood between him and the village gates. It wasn't that far of a walk from their current position. but it was one that provided an ample amount of time for an exchange of words, many of which coursed endlessly through Genryu's pool of thoughts. His trademark attitude was fresh, in its primordial stages, imperfected; the uncanny ability to instantly transition from one emotion to the next. His tone deepened, eyes brimmed with discontent, and the airs about them were satiated with a baneful taint.

"So, How's Ryu's father doing, I dont see him around much"

[Trigga]

A simple sigh escaped the woman’s mouth as Koi disregarded her insurgence against her brother’s rebellion. It seemed the dissimilarity in age mattered little, especially when the younger sibling could endure the world with such grace and successfully change not only the cultural beliefs, but conception thoughts of the masses with a simple ballet of his fingers. The Shinobi were both something to admire and fear, and while she wanted her son to grow up and be just as strong as Genryū, and his father, the slight twinkle of fear was everything but absent. Nukenin weren’t folktales, nor were the celebrated stories of villainous individuals completely devastating hundreds and thousands of vulnerable people. She could wish for the former enticing her beloved boy’s future.

“I guess, Gennie… Still, you know teasing is mean!” She said comically, a soft giggle as she watched her brother proceed to pushing the stroller into the heart of the village; she followed suit in a gradual, though energized walk. It had felt like years since the last time she could spend the day with one of the few men in her lives. It seemed the professional tasks of a Shinobi took precedence over all—even family and it even got too eventful that it would be weeks, if not months until she saw the faces of her husband or brother. She persistently worried if one of them would return injured, or even return at all. Such painful thoughts from one who lacked the power to save them.

“Oh, Genryū..” What a guy he was—always ruining the blissful mood of things. She was infuriated by the question, that was evident in her tone and the mannerism in which she spoke his name; straying from her lighthearted nicknames to the birthright their mother and father bequeathed him with. “I haven’t heard from him in weeks. He left recently on some High priority mission for the Hokage...” Her head tilted downward, a frown devouring her smile as the mood unequivocally changed in an instant. If the dark-haired Uchiha knew what was best for him, and for the remainder of this pleasant day, he would comfort his sister immediately… LIKE NOW!

[Messatsu!]

Genryu knew what it meant to successful live let alone survive within a world of destruction and violence, especially as a tool, a medium for said violence. He knew what sacrifice truly meant, giving up majority of his social life for the sake of furthering konoha's ambition. He sacrificed his childhood with Koi, however, he regreted nothing since the beginning of his campaign as a shinobi, but at times he had in fact envied Koi for living out her life outside the prehends of war and destruction.

Despite all of this Genryu still felt that Ryu's father could have shown himself more than he had during the time. He himself had made time to always stop by and see not only Koi and Genryu, but whomever else he wished see or meet up with. Truth be told he saw not the bigger picture, Genryu's mind was wide open as a child, naive but broad, he was only a genin and knew nothing of what it meant to be a chuunin let alone jounin, and whatever difficulties or task the rank itself entailed. Despite his naivety he continued to bash and emphasize the lack of 'fatherly presence' that Ryu's dad had, knowingly making Koi angry in the process, but his insatiable disdain showed no mercy to even kin.

A quick glance momentarily fell upon Koi's frame, glancing over her visage as anger began to brim to the very apex of her soul, Genryu knew when he'd gon to far, he needed to cheer her up, make amends with his reckless spilling of words. Quickly he reached within his inner pocket, searching for odds and ends, sending his hand on a search and rescue mission through each and every pocket upon his clothing, searching for Koi's Gift. Concurrently pushing the stroller across the cobblestone earth whilst finding what he'd been searching for so contentedly, they finally reached the village gates, ready to make their leave for a day of placidity.

"H-here I got you a present while I was on my mission in Iwagakure with Kouketsu-senpai."

As his head emerged slowly from beneath the opening of his collar came a small pink and red striped box with a box skillfully tied at its apex. Holding out his hand he await for Koi to receive her present, hopefully restoring the joyful mood that Genryu so selfishly destroyed.

"Its a necklace, said to be indestructible depending upon the amount of joy and kindness in ones heart, I figured you'd be the perfect bearer for such an item."

[Trigga]

Genryū, despite whatever he thought in regards to his charisma was an enigma of magnetism easily avoided by the cherry-haired woman. While remarkably successful in the field of swaying the opposite sex, evident by the number of women—or if you’d want to call such fifth that masquerading in and out of their Uchiha mansion. Midnight snacks they were; nothing more and nothing less, and while one couldn’t discount the ‘swag’ he cherished so overpoweringly with an ethereal grip, the Uchiha found his escapades childish. This however was expect seeing as compared to her, Genryū was nothing more than a toddler trying to learn how to ride a bike with training wheels. He was seasoned in combat, but in the comprehension of life, the young genius had quite some ways to go.

He at least gained an A for effort in the woman’s eyes as Koi looked on, a smile regularly uplifting the once gloom expression of her lips as the boy revealed what appeared to be a small box. Coarse as it was ornamental, it showed regal and sophistication, something Genryū shouldn’t have had the money to purchase on his own. Did completing missions really validate such wealth? Ignorant to the fact that her family was actually quite well-heeled, Koi never considered herself truly rich in that regard; a home that was envied by all, and a clan with such a prestigious reputation, the area of financials would never be a problem. However dollar figures mattered not and the only form of prosperity she showed affection towards was the thriving love supplemented by her family.

“T-thank you, Gennie.” Her tone and temperament mellowed out, as a slight blush occupied her soft, flawless cheeks as she retrieved the box from her boy. He spoke, and while ruining the anonymity of what the wooden chest held, it mattered little as Koi opened it herself and beamed brightly. “Guess you do know how to treat a lady,” she giggled, and soon proceeded to placing the charm around her neck, spinning in a rather elegant, light-hearted fashion after the two joints locked, and the charm fell upon her chest as the chain descended upon her skin. While everything was fine and the woman recovered, the fact that they hadn’t left the village was nothing sky of substandard, and as such, Genryū would have to lead them to their usual opening in the forests just outside the gates.

[Messatsu!]

Koi reached for Genryu's gift as he watched her as she underwent her transition of moods, quickly she unscrambled the bow as it left his hand relishing what laid within. Her tone and demeanor seemed to have mellowed out once her mind processed what had just been given to her, he knew that she knew that it was not ordinary necklace. Week after week Genryu saved what little salary he received completing abundant amount of missions and as a genin of konohagakure. It was true that his impalpable grasp and artistry in swag seemingly held limitless power, but truth be told they were - for lack of a better term- easy, hoes, tricks, any derogatory term mankind could conjure up to describe women who sell themselves short without even batting an eye at the consequences.

Hastily he looked away from Koi, silently emanating a sigh of relief, realizing that he had dodged a lethal bullet with his name and time of death engraved within its body. A reflexive hand uplifted, wiping away at what sweat managed to accumulate from his pressure; Koi was far from a ninja, but her uncanny ability to impose her will upon others was like being enveloped in construct of pure chakra by the nine tailed bijuu.

"Hey, I've always known how to treat a lady...just not...well...you know what I mean!"

"

The checks of his smooth countenance began to glow a bright red, glowing with innocent embarrassment as he continued to push the stroller. Checking both their credential's the gate keepers opened the grand gates, revealing the lay of physical land that made Konohagakure possible. It was just as the village itself was, a beaming gemstone the world. Taking the lead with ryu snuggled tightly within the confines of his stroller, Genryu trekked happily along the yellow dirt road, looking back at koi with a face of impending speech.

"I was wondering, are you still gonna come watch me at the chuunin exams. You could totally brag and be like 'OMG thats my brother' hehe".

[Trigga]

The opening of the grand gates permitted entry for a well-needed, subtle breeze that swept across the two, and easily felt inferior to the beauty of the Uchiha. Nonetheless, even such a comforting and contemptible acceptance of brisk air went disregarded as Koi toyed with her new piece of jewelry. Soft fingers gliding over its shell while her left palm held the motif on its surface, orbs of dark amethyst peered upon the acquisitive accessory. She was by no means easily influenced, or convertible with the simple execution of ostentatious objects. This charm however held something the cherry-haired villager wasn’t use to obtaining, at least not of late; sentimental value. With her husband gone, and her son barely old enough to walk or speak in fragmented sentences, it was needless to say impracticable for her to have such intimate moments. At least Genryū was there to tend to her needs.

The two excited, and while her brother continued to do the more reputable thing and push while his tired counterpart walked, his dialect was almost too amusing to pass up. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to make it known I’m the sister to the almighty Genryū! hehehe.” Sarcasm had never been more evident as she motioned to his side, grinning almost too fervently. She awaited a response from the younger, dark-haired Shinobi which would most likely be followed by some narcissistic comment that would force the woman to bust out in tears laughing. More water would be flooding down the sides of her face then when she was in laboring delivering Ryūsuke.

After several moments, and a quarter of a mile advance through the stronghold of oak, the two came to a moderately sized opening. 20-by-20 meters depicted both the vertical and horizontal dimensions as the vast meadow was bordered by a series of trees. Off to the north, a small path rested, which would ultimately lead to an even larger opening of pure grass and soil; roughly triple the size of the one they currently occupied. Looking out with large, thrilled oculars, Koi smiled as she quickly motioned out into the opening, smiling splendidly at the plateau of land that was once formerly a theatre of war. “Okay, we’re here! Gennie, bring the stroller over here, the food and blankets are in the partition beneath the seat.” And with that, Koi awaited patiently, embracing the rays of warmth flushing her skin of chill as she anticipated a fine picnic to come.

[Messatsu!]

An ardent zephyr harmlessly passed over Genryu's figure as he trekked across the dirt road, marring the mounds of earth beneath his feet as Koi twisted and twirled, caressing the shell of her newly obtained treasure like a little girl with a new barbie doll. Her comment from his inquiring about her attending the chuunin exams only left a cunning smile upon his visage as she willingly fed his ego like a mother spoiling her fat child.

"Ha you'll be treated like a queen just cuz I'm gonna be there. I'm like the nine tails of the Uchiha!

Genryu's confidence was unquestionably insurmountable to a great many, seemingly without end, carrying a endless supply of puns and actions that have done nothing more than to attempt to satiate his ego's incessant appetite for extolment. But who could blame, him, he was always overexerting himself, overachieving, working harder than any other shinobi of his own generation and possibly those that have exceeded his own. Time after time Genryu came out at the top, straight A's, flawless performances and displays of skill in all area's a single shinobi possibly could. The heart, the motivation, the time and work he put into his missions, his village, it could span for generations and then some.

It was odd though, despite Koi and Genryu having different commonalities, the two still were able to get along and converse the way that they always had done, enough so as to lose track of time itself, becoming oblivious to its essence. The better moment of their travels had come to pass, finding themselves within a pocket of land, surrounded by imposing trees and rings of undergrowth. As Koi's words fell on heedful ears, Genryu pushed the stroller into a area of fine shade, where the sun's rays would not feed upon his skin for an overly long time. Reaching into the partition of the stroller to retrieve the masterfully crafted food and blankets, Genryu -with a sleight of hand- unfolded the blanket, spreading it across a patch of land before neatly placing the food upon its surface.

Following standard picnic procedure, Genryu's next target was none other than Ryu himself. He scooped him, prying him from the strollers grasp as he sat him gently upon the blanket, poking his stomach like the iconic dough boy.

"poke. . .poke. . .poke."

[Trigga]

A wind was only as strapping as the breeze that carried it and the grass was only as luxuriant as the nutrients that supported its life. The rays of the sun only touched ends with Terra’s loam if the massive constitute of heat and gas glided decidedly over its surface. The sea’s waves only bombarded against the lands if its peace was disturbed and the grounds only cracked when the time for all to perish had come. Everything from the littlest of significance to the sole line of allotment between life and devastation was guided by actions of smaller or larger importance. This endless circle of cause and effect allowed the world to move with an equitable balance and no matter how one looked at it, Humans and animals alike were governed by the same principle.

Her feet were embossed into the ground, the sole of her sandals digging into the gravel beneath the blades of emerald, only to allow them to gradually lift once she moved. Her hair was submissive—moving with what moved it. Commonly the breeze, or the stroke of her hands that allowed the incandescent scarlet threads to lift, and eventually settle back against her back once more. Eyes that looked to the forefront, taking in the enormity of what was invested to her prospect. Large, purple and quite attractive, the countenance of her gaze would tempt most men, and force a number of women to envy. Nonetheless, everything she did, all her intentions were of the purest substance. Nothing could discredit that once you grew to know her.

Turning around, finally taken back from the jewel that hung around her neck, Koi watched blissfully as Genryū not only set the floor, and rather elegantly, but continued to spend quality time with Ryūsuke. A soft idiom of euphony fell upon her youthful face at the sight of her two boys enjoying each other’s company. From her brother’s jovial, self-indulgent antics, to her son’s innate ability to wear a smile warmly, the essence of love and affection was present on such a day. If Ryūsuke grew up to experience the world without the love and attention from his father, his uncle was sure to supplement and act as a surrogate that was just as ripe. “Okay, let’s say our grace!” Koi announced, walking over eagerly before taking a kneeled seat on the ground, bowing her head and transitioning into a gentle expression of appreciation to those who helped get them this far.

[Messatsu!]

Genryu like a great many of other uncles cherished their sibling's children like they had been their own, and it was indisputable that Genryu had shown equal affection. Becoming a surrogate father was something had not even crossed the young lad's mind since Ryu's birth despite having exceeded the social and mental criteria of a father. True Genryu could not comprehend the world and reality that unremittingly surrounded it to the equal degree that Ryu's own father had, hell, he didn't even know half of what he Ryu's father knew, however, knowledge was a field of practice that Genryu took hold of.

Poking his stomach, Genryu looked over Ryu, realizing that there was nothing he could to that could possibly anger him, it was as if he'd been born with the ability to bring happiness to those around him. No matter what he did, whether it was breaking a expensive piece of material, to making a mess with anything he could have gotten his hands on, Genryu could only smile at his innocence. Just the mere thought of even mentally thinking about him being harmed in any way left a swelling feeling within the pit of his stomach, as if a ethereal hand slipped through his physical tissue and began twisting away at his intestines like a wet towel.

Finally focused on the pleasantries of her company, Koi joined her two boys, gathering around in a circular formation, ready to consume a plethora of human nutrients beneath the placid sun and its pervasive winds. Koi offered to say grace but being the ill mannered teen that he was, Genryu had already been stuffing his face into a bowl of rice, chop sticks elevating up and down in a brisk blur as grains of rice raced one another down his throat. Grunts and groans emanated from his stuffed mouth, trying to hint at the god-like deliciousness that Koi's cooking's held.

[Trigga]

“Thank you for bl---“Before the woman could cosset fully into a rather well-worded, and well-deserved poem that praised the spirits that watched above, Genryū hurriedly embraced the pleasantries that rested in front of him. “Baka!” Koi yelled out, her lungs almost shooting from the cavity in her mouth as the cherry-haired woman flailed passionately at her brother’s rude actions. An excellent Shinobi he was, but a horrid man of eloquence he was as well. From youth, Koi could remember attending dinner with her family, and retiring to bed having to shower after Genryū’s daily episodes of victual warfare. He never had the patience to truly enjoy a male in its entirety anyways. Like a shark deprived for weeks without protein, the dark-haired adolescent devoured what rested on his stained plate.

Like the old times, she mused over her thoughts with a sigh being the only physical indication of her troubled nature; a smile formulating soon after realizing these impetuous, and madcap actions were what made her brother special. “Time to feed the baby,” She said to herself in a low monotone, smiling as her right hand hovered over the basket that held other commodities, soon descending into its confines and with a soft ramble, pulled out a jar of tasty mashed potatoes, rice, and apples for dessert. Subseuqent the food’s extraction, a small spoon followed and after bibbing the scarlet-haired tot with a cloth, she would sit him up; his hands moving unreservedly into the arm, grasping for the food.

“Aww, you’re sooooo cute!” Koi exclaimed in exhilaration, popping the top off the jar and soon stirring the malleable substance inside. “Open wide,” pulling the utensil from the container, a moderately sized lump of mottled foods rested on its concave surface. Lowering it towards Ryūsuke’s mouth, his hands lowered, add his jaws separating and with a gradual entrance, the spoon slid into his mouth. “Ooops, made a mess!” Koi shouted, realizing that the sly boy reached up, knocking the jar from her hand, allowing the food to fall over the blanket, and without much effort, his fingers played in the puddle, picking up chunks and tossing them into his mouth. “Hehehe, you eat just like your uncle,” Koi exclaimed, laughing at the sight of a smiling Ryūsuke feeding himself so beastly.

Enter,

Meanwhile, just off 20 meters to the right of the three, hidden safety within the security of plentiful trees, bushes and other occupants of the wilderness, a shadow entered silently. Slow foxtrots of steps guided him unobserved as orbs of pure malevolence pierced through the obstruction of olive and green, stalking the family of tree. “So I finally found you, Koi..” A mind speaking to one’s self, the intruder simply rested, indiscernible to the woman he sought. His quickly coming together, and as mutely as he entered, a hushed dance of swift executions with the fingers signaled the preparation of the magical arts of the Shinobi. What did he have planned?

[Messatsu!]

The heavenly beings which sat idly by upon their skyward thrones administered all, glancing over all things reality with their ambient gaze, however, as they did, they had been left appalled!! Their infinite eyes fell inevitably upon Genryu as he satanically feasted upon the blissful nutrients that were his sisters creation, it was as if she was born with the innate gift to douse everything she touched with a surge of spiritual purity. Little Ryu himself seemed to have haplessly fallen beneath his Koi's nutritional Genjutsu as his bestial, cub-like hands greedily uplifted to his mouth, devouring what food managed to spill upon the blanket.

All seemed well for the passionate trio, however, a disturbance in the worlds spiritual force manifested in the form a simple, unfamiliar voice, one the beseemed that of a adult male with baneful taint behind his tongue. Everything seemed to have come to a complete halt, Genryu's chop sticks froze mid-path towards his mouth, the winds itself came to a sudden calm as the blades of emerald ceased their swaying dance. Powerful, teal eyes contrived themselves to the concavities of Genryu's righter most side, a long figure stood, sifting through a sequence of zodiac seals.

In the split seconds to pass the mans hands converged upon one another, yet, through Genryu's now sanguine orbs, his hands were nothing more than floating clouds through clear skies. Relinquishing his hands of his chop sticks and bowl he bolted to his right, pushing off of the mounds of earth as his calves swelled with raw power, thrusting him into an untraceable path like the very winds that preceded him. Advancing some 10 meters, he'd follow his movement with a swift curve, appearing 1m before this apparent assailant at a 45 degree angle(left), driving a vengeful fist into his solar plexus.

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