‒ heaving sea [quest]

[KEITH]

Uneri (Heaving Sea)
Rank: A.
Type: Melee / Primary
Special: Uneri has been imbued with the Genjutsu Sense of Sight. It has the ability to cast those who set their sight upon it into a Genjutsu, without the user casting it upon them themselves. It allows the user to perform all Sight-based illusions from D - A.
Description: Uneri is a katana made of the hardest adamantium metals, created by a Genjutsu Master. The katana has a obsidian blade ridge and edge, pure, sleek and shiny. The blade itself is made of a stainless steel. The edge pattern of the blade is half the size it usually is and is scarlet red, as if it was painted with blood. The blade collar is the same color of the blade, and the so is the guard, expect it has a repeating triangle design around it, with triangle shape holes in them. The handle of the blade is also scarlet red, with the wrapping being obsidian. On the pommel, it has a Sharingan eye design, matching the color of the overall blade.
Cost: 75,000 Ryo

Strong winds had swept across the land of Water, it moved the sea surrounding the countries side, creating large tides waves that crashed up against the shores. The puffy white clouds had began to slowly turn grey, and further out into the distance, they would be black. Signaling the oncoming of a powerful storm. As the waves had gotten bigger over each passing second, they had began to reach the plantation of the nearby small villages, flooding their plantation. The villagers, the men, had rushed out to try and find a way of stopping the water, trying to hold it back as page as they could. Far away from the disaster, a young shinobi had walked the country side, as if he was journeying for something, but, he couldn't quite put his mind on what that very thing was. As he walked, he had seen the storm coming, he could feel chills moving down his spine, signaling that something was going to happen. His body was very sensitive to weather changes, and he experienced many storm before, but, it was surely nothing like this that he has ever felt before.

His short white hair, which had ruffled in the air like an ivory wave, though, the powerful wind wasn't enough to ruin it. He had worn a royal blue kimono that had a golden dragon coiling around it, with the head part being on the front of his kimono and black and gold threading on it. He a donned a royal blue and black slash with golden trimmings upon it, with fitted black shinobi pants underneath it, that stopped at his shins. His shinobi footwear were a pair of regular shinobi tabi. The white clouds would soon become fully grey, and the black clouds weren't so far in the distance. As he continued upon his adventure, he had heard the screams of children and kids from the nearby flooding villages, which had caught his attention, but, he wasn't too quick to act on it. He turned in the directions that he had heard the screams come from, and thought to himself. "It's so unfortunate that people have to die this way, isn't it? Well, people take from the earth, so people have to give back, sometimes, themselves." He thought what he said had been a bit harsh, but, that's how this crazy world that they had lived in was, but, maybe he would get something out of it.

Rain would soon begin to pour down upon the land, powerful, driving rain that was like bullets. "This couldn't be normal rain like this..." He had then decided that maybe it would be in his best interest to see what was going on, and that he could reap for himself as a reward. He had came to the edge of a cliff, looking over it and down below at what was going on, and straight down from it, was the village that was being flooded, but, he also had seen boats not too far away from the shores. He could slightly spot shinobi-pirates on board of these ships. As the y had continued to terrorize them with their jutsu, they would then begin to move into the village, attacking the male villagers who tried to protect the village from the water. They had ridden upon the waves of the water, destroying the homes and houses. "Hm, what should I do? If I just let the pirates whip them out, I could just pick up on all of the remains that they would live. Or, I could attack the pirates and take up all that they have for my own selfish needs and appear as a hero to the villagers..the latter is a win-win. So....."

The young shinobi had thought to himself, taking a deep dive off of the cliff and down it's side. He formed a single handseal, focusing chakra into his feet and hands. As he had fallen, he placed his hand upon the cliff side, to build traction to slow him down a bit, then placed the sole of his shoes upon it, and slide down the cliff. He was undetected by the pirates, who were focusing upon the attack on the small village, and he snuck into one of the village houses, where a mother and daughter were shivering in fear.

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[KID GAMBINO.]

NPC: Unknown Old Woman and Child

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] ‒ heaving sea, search for the blade of illusions Legend tells that mysterious forces remain in mysterious places, and even the most absent-minded wanderer could stumble upon a fortune of gold if fate allowed it. However, such a secluded location would only find turmoil, a sudden disaster pummeling the habitat with all it's might at water seemed to become one with the land. Homes were destroyed, crops vanished into the pools of water that engulfed them, and forsaken corpses litter about. From an outsider viewing within, they could only sympathize with the agony that came with the loss of the village, and being such a distance from military rule forced the citizens to only rely on their own resources and order. The warriors that claimed the territory as their own vowed to protect their family until death, and their might was one to truly be feared. But, despite the rigorous and fearless effort they displayed on a daily basis, the truth prevailed, a superior force taking advantage of the flood with greedy endeavors in mind. Just as suspected, the murder was far from over. There had been word of a pirate gang lurking in the misty country, and even an insufficient town such as this one had prepared themselves for their arrival. No one had expected what would come before the deadly raid, the murderous waves tearing through the streets like a sword through butter. The pirate leader wasted little-to-no time, his henchmen swiftly entering the broken homeland with the act of surprise on their side, the weakened village people brutalized and beaten to nothing as they couldn't help but succumb to the gang's rule. Shops had been robbed, treasures had been taken, and money had been looted. Even a few village women had been kidnapped and used for the bandits' own pleasures. The terrified people prayed to the deity they praised, and wondered what could've possibly been the reason for such a calamity to occur. And there was one woman who prayed more than everyone combined, her body gripping the young child tightly as she sheltered the duo within a corner of their damaged home, water leaking in from several directions. Luckily, this home had suffered the least affliction of them all, but that only made the resolute cabin a definite target for the pirates. Upon analyzing the home's interior, one would notice half-eaten food and torn furniture scattered about, the air tainted with the sign of conflict. The senior citizen's voice crumbled under such torment, refusing to release her grand-daughter as they both cried every tear from their sockets. The sound of another person entering the cabin would be the reason for this, and they feared that the pillagers had returned not for the food, but for them. The only weapon that the woman could find would be a mere spatula, but she held onto it as if her life depended on it. Refusing to face the unknown man, only the following muttered words would exit her mouth... "P-Please...just take w-whatever you what...j-just don't take my grand-child...please!!!" made by renni

[KEITH]

Once he was in the house, he had seen the woman and the child, but, he didn't pay much to any attention at all to them. He looked around the house, setting his sight upon their battle damaged home. He had heard that woman speak out to him, he wasn't planning on doing anything to them, or planned on talking to him. But, since she had acknowledged him, instead of playing silent, he would have to engage in small talk. Though, he just wanted to loot them for whatever they had left and get the fuck out. He turned toward the direction they were, and slowly took steps toward them, just in case they might try to pull something fast and disorientate him someone.

Each step that he made across their cheap, wooden floor had echoed out to them. To them, it would probably sound like the grim reaper coming to take their lives from them. And, he might as well have. What else did they have, anyway? If they went on living, if the situation got any worst for them, they would be consumed by pain and hatred. It wasn't in the shinobi's personality to help people without getting something in return for it, though. "Oi..." His voiced echoed through the quiet house as he halted in his place, trying to get the woman's attention. "..I'm not one for causing trouble, so, you don't have to worry about me causing ya'll any harm. I'm something completely different from them." The shinobi had said to the woman, trying to convince her that he wasn't there to harm her in anyway. Though, for them to go on living would be a painful experience. He began to take a slight step toward her, but, then everything began to shake violently, as if some kind of earthquake was occurring, shaking the entire house which was structured like a building. The vigorous shaking had caused the building to become slanted, causing the shinobi to slide a bit, before forming a handseal, sending chakra into the soles of his feet to stop him from sliding out a window or door, though, the same couldn't be said for the woman and child. Though, they were going in no direction toward a window or door, just into the wall.

"Ugh..this is going to get really annoying, really fast.." He moved toward the window to spot what was going on down below, seeing the villagers still holding off the pirates. "Oi, obaasan-chan..you two better find somewhere safer than this if you want to live." He had rose up to his feet, standing tall once more, after suggestion words that they should take dearly. "What would pirates want out of this dump, anyway..?" He didn't really expect an answer, he was just curious about why Pirates would be attacking a place like this that seemingly had nothing to offer, as far as he could see.

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[KID GAMBINO.]

NPC: Unknown Old Woman and Child

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] ‒ heaving sea, search for the blade of illusions Silence followed the old woman's outcry, a single eye slightly fluttering open as she observed the area. The ocean-blue irises examined the male in the room, his back originally turned to them, as if he hadn't notice the frightened family in his presence. The elder's mouth hung open as she realized that the shinobi's attire differed from that of the vicious men who had raided her home, but she never ruled out the possibility of this mysterious male being trouble. A swift rotation into their direction, and the eyes of the senior and the junior finally met, her hands wobbling with fear. The sound of the creaking steps assured that the unknown being wasn't going to ignore her comment, the clashing of his feet with the aged wood ringing into her eardrum. Wet streams stained her face, her eyes curving into a ferocious expression as the sudden thought of captivity entered her mind. With all the strength that her feeble arms could muster, a single arm gripped her grand-daughter even tighter as the other arm stretched out toward him, the dull spatula pointed with killing intent as the old woman tried to bring some form of resistance to the intruder. "S-Stop right there...!!!" The desperate command echoed throughout the building into the flooded neighborhood, but even so, the warrior remained unaffected. The distance was concise between the two, his movement halting a mere few meters before the relieving words exited his mouth. However, the woman's expression never altered, nor did her grasp on the child, for she had lost too much to risk granting an unknown intruder her trust. The shinobi's weak attempt to persuade the woman to change her attitude against him surely failed, his strange accent and choice of vocabulary being something that couldn't have been native to her homeland, and this instantly solidified her guard, the directed cooking tool still threatening the male. Animosity built within the lady as the thought of her child's safety loomed in her mind, prepared to boot the intruder from her home, even if it meant doing so by force, but another strange event would divert their attention... Sporadically, the weakened house moaned in pain as the walls and ground shifted about briefly, the feeling being nearly akin to that of an earthquake, but it was truly just the after-effect of the flood soaking through the thin wood. The floor had unwillingly taken a new shape, bending into a slightly diagonal motion, furniture and broken construction sliding to a wall. Fortunately, the corner had already provided the elderly woman and the child with a wall to be firmly planted against, but this mysterious male wasn't as lucky. But, to the aged female's surprise, the hasty weaving of handseals and his abnormal ability to stick to the floor proved that this male was something greater than your average citizen. The woman was not as forgetful as those of her age seemed, and quickly remembered the importance and capabilities of a village ninja, and declared that he couldn't have been anything other than a shinobi of the Mist Village. Calmed by the action and his statement, her face would morph from terrified and angry to shocked and relieved, her tone of voice much different than before. "T-Those hand movements...you stuck to the floor...a-are you a shinobi from the Mist Village...?!?!" made by renni

[KEITH]

The shinobi had adverted his eyes to the woman once she asked if he was a shinobi of the Mist Village. He could have been a shinobi from anywhere, even though this country is home to Mist Shinobi, but, still.. It wasn't a rare thing for shinobi from other countries to travel to even more countries. But, his mind quickly ran through that thought process in an instant. He got back to the matter at hand. "From the Mist Village? Why would you think I was from there..ya'know, ninjutsu is taught all around the world." The shinobi was indeed a shinobi from the Mist, but, he had decided to keep that part a secret for now, luckily for him that he didn't wear his Mist Hitai-ate today. He then began to walk toward to the edge of the window, trying to see what was directly down below them, and he could see that the pirates were coming in for another search through the village, to pick up what the first wave had left behind.

It was only a very few pirates this time, eleven at most, and they all had split up into groups of twos to go check other parts of the village. The one that was left had came in their direction to check the houses for whatever they had left. "I've got some good news, and I've got some bad news.." He said as he had stepped back into the center of the room, looking around for something that he could use to hide the woman and child, so that they wouldn't be harmed. In his head, he couldn't figure out why the thought of "protecting them" even came to his mind. He was the type of man who only did for himself, or if their was anything he could get out of helping people he would do it. He talked to them, explaining what had happened as he continued thinking to himself. "I'm a bit of a cynic, so, I'll you guys that bad news first..which is..a second, small, wave of pirates have re-entered the village..eleven in total."

He had found a small little passage doorway in their living room which lead down to the laundry room, most likely. He had thought it was best if they could get to a safer place, since the laundry room was constructed before the building, and was underground. So, it must have been water proof in someway. "The good news is, they all had split up, and only one is coming our way. Even if you don't completely trust me, it is better if you keep the preserving of the girl's life in mind, which I am trying to do." He pushed open the doorway, which was like what dogs have built-in to doors so they could run in and out of the house. In the doorway, it had a huge silver slid which had lead down to the laundry room. As he had gestured them to come, he had heard the sound of a person stomping through the building as he came up the stairs of the building, checking every place as he came. It was only two other places in the building, so, the women would have to hurry up and come if they wanted to get out alive. "Hurry up..! I'm going to protec----" He had stopped in mid-sentence. The word he was about to say had temporarily put him into a state of shock, and he couldn't believe himself. Why did he feel so protective over these people who were meaningless to him lives? Has he began to become soft for these people..? Their just random bystanders. He should have killed them as soon as he had came. He then guessed that maybe the situation that they were in had caused him to feel this way..

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[KID GAMBINO.]

NPC: Unknown Old Woman and Child

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] ‒ heaving sea, search for the blade of illusions Senile orifices narrowed as the aged woman re-examined the mysterious man, puzzled by his evasiveness to answer the question. The Mist Village was the sole military base for the Water Country, and their shinobi were known as heroes in the eyes of these citizens. The idea of instantly assuming that the male could've been a soldier under Kirigakure command wasn't as extraordinary as he made it seem, and it would've been easier on his behalf if he had just admitted to his allegiance. The young male was completely absent of any clues that could reveal his origin, and this disturbed the woman greatly, hesitant to listen to a teenager of unknown connections who surely wasn't from this land, in addition to the fact that he had abruptly entered their home. However, the male displayed zero hostility, and this would speak volumes against what she had just encountered. With her child's protection in mind, the senior would have to entitle him her trust for the time being, praying that lowering her guard wouldn't have disastrous results. The old woman and her child wiped the dried liquid from their face as they listened to the boy's information, angered to learn that the pirates was still within the village, but she would have to withdraw the enmity in order to assure their safety. The aged lady's eyes fell to the ground, her body suddenly becoming sluggish as something seemed to influence her mood. With the child still gripped tightly in her arms, she stood to her feet, releasing the spatula upon realizing that it's importance was quite useless. The same threatening sound that she had once heard before invaded her ears a second time, despite her not knowing the location or identity behind it. The call for another group of pirates meant that their was a high chance that luck wouldn't be on her side once again, and with her back pressed against the slanted wall, her concerned face remained glued on the male, her expression overflowing with the plea for help, and she hoped that he would. "P-Please...be careful!" Progressively, the footsteps approached the room, anonymous objects smashing into the ground as a result of the intruder's wake. Fear remained present within the grasped child, great responsibility now bestowed to the foreign shinobi. Would he lead the old woman and child to a safer environment, or was his intention solely fueled with selfish ambitions? The home slowly became weaker, the ruckus of more bandits surely breaking it's foundation if they were to remain. However, for the moment, their only concern would be to identify the intruder swiftly. Finally, the loud steps ended just before the room's entrance, a few seconds passing before the next action would commence. Unexpectedly, a body would lunge into the room, a 2x4 wooden plank held in the assailant's hand as he attempted to strike down the teenager. The mysterious intruder's face would be shielded by a straw hat, his movement quite slower than the average human's, but his rage was unquestionably strong. What will be the young shinobi's response?!?! made by renni

[KEITH]

He had tried to hurry up and get the woman and child to safety before the intruder had arrived, but, it had seemed that his efforts were cut short. Or, at least it was for the time being. He heard the footsteps of someone had breached the door, then rushed through, entering the room. The shinobi didn't feel any fear at all, being a shinobi, he would constantly face terrors like this every day. Once the man had entered into the room, the shinobi's eyes had scanned his body, instantly searching it and spotting the 2x4 within his grasp. He thought that the man would target the woman and child, but, thankfully he didn't. Within the confines of the shinobi's kimono, he would house two kodaichi's, both upon the right side of his waist, signaling that he was left-handed, because he would draw and slash with that hand, since the sheathed blades were on the opposite side.

Once the pirate would have approached him, rushing him wildly, he would quickly move his left hand into his kimono upon the right side. He used his right hand to bring up the sheathed sword from within his clothes, making it visible, and so that when he would draw, he wouldn't cut his clothes or damage them in anyway. When the man would become close enough, within the shinobi's striking range, he'd drop down, kneeling when the pirate attacked with his 2x4 vertically. When he dropped down while the pirate struck, it would cause him to miss, due to his blind, strong anger, and then the shinobi would rise up, drawing his blade quickly, cutting the man twice in a quick succession, if successful. His first attack would be a rising cut, acting as a counter to the pirates attack, the first cut would be to severe the striking arm from his body, while also drawing the edge of the blade lightly through his torso, only making a flesh would. His quick strike would leave a clean cut upon his skin and close, a bit of blood would spray from his body onto the shinobi.

The first cut, from the shinobi's right side would strike the man from his left waist to his right shoulder, and then, when he came down for his second slash, he would bring the sword down quick and fast upon his head, cutting the forehead down to his stomach., Splitting the pirate open, with more blood spraying out of him onto the shinobi. This would probably have been a horrible sight to see for the woman and child, though, he didn't show any signs of caring how they would feel about what he had just done in front of them. They've probably already seen a bunch of killings today, so, just one more wouldn't have been that bad. Though, the shinobi's attire was now blood-stained, which had upset him. He held his sword firmly, upon the handle's design was the mist villages logo.

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Nibaigiri (Double Cut)
Rank: C.²
Type: Offensive / Taijutsu / Kenjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Damage is calculated per strike. Can be used once per thread, plus one more each time retrained.
Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner rises and draws, making a rising strike on the draw and a dropping strike as he sheathes. The movement is flashy and hard to trace, leaving unguarded opponent's in trouble.
Domain: Kenjutsu. Battojutsu 'C'.

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[KID GAMBINO.]

NPC: Unknown Old Woman and Child

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] ‒ heaving sea, search for the blade of illusions The reaper of souls would be satisfied with another delicious meal, murderous intent burning in the male shinobi's eyes as the unknown intruder lunged into the room. The frightful battle-cry roared by the man would force the old woman's free hand over the child's face, sheltering her vision from the crimson liquid that was about to spray through the air, whether it be the blood of the younger male or the 2x4 slinger. However, the woman couldn't help but to continue viewing the fight, curious of the younger male's abilities, as well as who this mysterious new man could've been. As stated before, the intruder's rage was ferocious, but this added little effect to his speed, the wooden club's velocity being minuscule compared to that of the swordsman, who had already devised a plan for retaliation. Unfortunately, the male's fate would've been different if he hadn't relied on such reckless tactics initially, the teenager lowering into his killer stance. "W-Wait..wait, NO!!!" A window of opportunity opened for the old woman, the younger lad's body originally blocking her perspective of the intruder. Just as the teenager had thought, she assumed the footsteps had to be those of the pirates that was approaching, but not for a single second did she realize that they couldn't have entered her home so quickly. Upon seeing the attire of the intruder as his 2x4 swung through the air above the swordsman, her eyes bulged with distress as she confirmed his identity, the man being her neighbor and a close friend, who was concerned with her health and learned of the intruding teenager's whereabouts. The senior citizen's thundering scream would vibrate through the building, alerting the nearby pirates as well, but her timing would be too late, the steel blade cutting through the elderly male without hesitation. And thus, in one swift movement, the teenager held his blade valiantly, blood gushing forth across his body as the aged man fell backwards against the floor, sliding toward the lower wall. It was an accepted belief that not everything appeared as it seemed, and this warrior would fall to this misfortune as many before him had. The mind of the senile woman was once calm and appreciative of the swordsman's protectiveness, but suddenly that relationship would morph, her mind tainted with extreme hysteria as her body shook at the face of another murder. Unable to cope with accepting the male as someone she could trust, tears began to flow again as she shook her head violently, the emotion in her voice returning to complete resentment. "Y-You MURDERER!!! Get out of my house!!! D-Don't ever come back here!!!" made by renni

[KEITH]

The swordsman had watched as the man had fell backwards to the ground, listening to the scream of the elderly woman. When he was delivering his finishing blow to his head, he had noticed that the actions of the attacker wasn't anything like the pirates. He could see the face of the man, but, it was too late, he swung his blade too fast for his own good. He had known he had just fucked up, but, it wasn't in his personality to go into a state of shock or start overly caring and feel sorry for himself. He just took it like it was, like a my bad moment. His blood had flung through the air, staining his clothes, and the blood of the man would soon leak out to the floor. The swordsman had turned his head toward the woman, but, his eyes wasn't as empty and cold as they may have been before. He had sheathed his blade within his kimono, and began to slowly walk toward her, closing his eyes, and speaking calmly. "You cannot blame me for attacking him, my only intentions were to protect you. Though, you can't blame him either for rushing in, I was just as hasty as him. We both wasn't thinking.."

It had seemed that the swordsman was trying to apologize to her for what had just transpired, but, he really didn't think there was no other choice. He was caught up in the moment. Surely, a hit to the head with the 2x4, with enough power could have crushed his skull and killed, but, he was lucky. He began kneeling down upon one knee, about five meters from where they was, holding his head down. "Let's try to start over..I am a shinobi from the Village Hidden in the Mist. And, originally, I didn't come here planning on saving anyone to be honest, but, obviously, my motives had changed. Please, I want to save you. Though, I am a shinobi, I am also a human, and human's make mistakes. So, as a fellow human, can you forgive me..?"

[/i] He searched for forgiveness, he had truly wanted to help them, raising up his head to her, extending out his right hand to the woman. As a gesture for her to help pull him off from his disgrace. He was a person that through and through, only thought of himself, but, he had also had honour. And, he definately didn't want to leave it damaged there, even if they all would die or not. On the handle of his kodaichi's, he had the Mist Village symbols on tags that was visible, which had resembled keychains.

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[KID GAMBINO.]

NPC: Unknown Old Woman and Child

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] ‒ heaving sea, search for the blade of illusions Blood stained the rumpled room, crimson streaks marking the location of the old man's death, the dried liquid leading to the wall, gravity pressing the body tightly against it. It was quite unfortunate that such a death had to occur, but this was only another addition to the many civilians that were being slaughtered that evening. Heroes were just fictional beings for this day, the villainous bandits claiming victory as they continued to rape and plague the village. The teenager had realized the error of the kill, but he didn't display as much regret as one would expect from murdering an elderly man. Although his words were true, the fallen senior's plan being foolish in the presence of an enemy who could've easily ended him, the same could be said about the Mist shinobi, reacting too hastily without determining the intruder's identity, which ultimately resulted in the lamentable death. However, the teenager couldn't help but force the water under the bridge, defending his honor with a plea for justification, but the old man's blood tainted his image, preventing the elderly woman from understanding mercy for that brief moment. Panic continued to shake her mental stability uncontrollably as her body shook, her eyes closed as the two villagers began to leak tears once again, hearing the young man's speech and admittance to being a Mist Village soldier, but the new information failed to soothe the woman. Apparently, the death of the close friend was the last straw for her, the woman now broken down into a state of complete hysteria. Silence with the low whisper of the family's crying filled the home, the swordsman surely comprehending that at this very moment, he only had two choices: to abandon the two in a their damaged home, or to take affirmative action, assuring their safety, even if her had to transport them himself. And that decision would have to be nimble, the sound of another intruder entering their eardrums. This loudness would be different than before, the distinction in the thrashing and speech revealing the identity of the intruder without the need to see his face. Due to the senior citizen's outburst from just a few seconds before, the noise attracted the attention of the approaching pirates, who was on the hunt for more food. The gang was just a small portion of the mass, three in total, with two still outside, guarding the entrance to the building, while one investigated the inside. Careless with his actions as he slung furniture around, the rusty tone in his voice showcasing his carnivorous attitude, the stooge slowly made his journey toward the back of the home, ten meters from where the shinobi and the woman remained. The villainous cackle of the single man vibrated throughout the building, danger soon threatening the safety of the trio. "OOOOOH LUCY, I'M HOOOOOME!!! BWAHAHAHAAA!!!" made by renni

[KEITH]

The people he had tried to save wore now in grave fear of him, there was nothing else he could do to try to redeem himself within their eyes. He slowly pulled his arm back into him as he had rose up to his feet. The swordsman had now felt grief, thinking about his actions and the way that he had thought about things up until now. He wondered about how many people he had hurt in the past just like this, and wondering why he is just feeling something about it now. He had seen the error of his ways, and that he was wrong, he lived an awful shinobi life.

In his mind, he had figured that the best thing he would be able to do was to just leave them. That is the least he could do, since they had most likely opted for dying at this point in their life. He felt shameful, and began walking toward the slanted window, about to take his departure out to look for other survivors who were just like them in the same situation. Just as the swordsman was about to take off, he had heard the rumbling around in the building below, something was approaching them, and fast. His mind had quickly went to the assumption that it was a pirate, but, he could be wrong, just like he had been last time when he had slain the elderly man. Whoever it was, they were coming fast, it was like the cries of the woman was summoning them to us. Once he had heard the intruders outcry, he had known that it had to be something more than just a normal villager, especially with the hint of excitement in hit's voice.

But, why should he stay? He was just about to leave them, and it's not like if he didn't, they were going to live any longer than if he stayed. The depression that they were problem thrown into had man it even worst. He had turned around to face them and toward the door, he had closed his eyes, trying to collect himself, on a solid decision he would have to make to change the course that everything was going. He opened his eyes, with his answer in mind. He wanted to save them. It was seen within his eyes, the burning flames that meant no matter what, even if they hated him and wanted him to go. He had set his spirit ablaze.

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[Sayomi]

keith | 58 exp

Laz | 50 exp