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[| J.im Kelly |]

The night passed over quickly while in the land of dreams, and Gin woke up with little sleep. About six hours was usually enough time for him to become rejuvenated, he was a shinobi after all. He got up and stretched, did a quick in-place jog and leaped back onto the wall of the mountain. His muscles didn't ache as much as they should have from the climbing yesterday, but the pain was there. He was definitely sore from pulling himself up along a mountain for several hours straight, and now he was about to do it for half the day. He'd die before he even got back down on ground level to turn the mission in. Not to mention that he'd never take this mission again, even if it was ordered upon him to do so. Never, ever again.

The hours that passed by in his climb were long and hard worked for. Every little second counted to his progress, and he'd either make it to the top, or slip and fall to a brutal death. No, he wouldn't go out that way. He had much to live for, mainly himself and his brother's. He also had dreams of his own, those that would only be fulfilled if he lived past this obstacle.

Pull, pull. His body dragged against the mountain side lazily as he began to reach the peak of the mountain. How his brother's managed to reach it he did not know. In fact, he didn't even know if they were alive. They could have both easily slipped and fell to their death's. It was likely that they had, too. To conquer a mountain in one night would be dangerous work. Even in the day when you could see, it was about being careful. One would have to have complete focus to know where they were going in the night.

His final lifts were of him reaching the somewhat flat surface around the peak of the mountain. From this altitude, he was able to see the entire landscape surrounding his village. The world was surely expansive, something only someone who reached the height would realize. It was also beautiful. He took a seat, letting his feet hang off the side of Mt. Gekitsuu. His head cocked back, and he spoke out, seeing if he was up there alone or not.

"Satsui! Kyobona! You guys here?!"

[Kyōbōna Shintarou]

Destiny, like an ever flowing river it progresses forward, never turning back, never folding upon itself, never so much as shifting. It rolls forth, like a monsoon devouring everything in it's way. And some fail to survive it. But what of those that do? What of the ones who turn reality into their fiction? Can we beseech these guardians of wisdom, turn to them in our time of crisis? No, often times the legends and gods of dark wonder will shun you like the vile insect you happen to be, it's quite alright. Run little rabbit, run. Run far, run fast, for the hounds are upon your trail, and when they choose to close forth the very jaws of oblivion. You will be crushed under the very weight of your destiny you tried to hide from. Such was the law of destiny, at least to most. That's the way it was meant to forever be.. Right? Bullshit! It won't be accepted.


You honestly believe you can match them? You really think you can ever be anything other then a nuisance to your brothers? Who are you to question your place under them? Do you really desire a place in their hearts so bad you'll kill yourself atop this mountain? His mind whirled with negative thoughts that seemed to effect his entire demeanor as well as seethe in the air around him, and how he climbed the mountain before him. This oversize rock wouldn't best him. He refused to give into it, it wasn't just for him. It was for everything. His entire existence was to be proven by this point. Destines would be linked, and pushed forward at the top of this damn mountain.



He refused to accept that, he believed he could be great, his brothers would deem him as more then some punk who was in the way. His hands continued to fumble in the dark, but he found leverage, and pushed upwards. His determination was unstoppable at this point, if he gave in to the fatigue weighing down his muscles. He'd never progress upwards, From his position he saw his brother remove his hood and toss it into the four winds. He stopped, his right hand upon a rock, left upon a root. And face hugged the mountain, his breathing slowing down. He didn't want to get too close to his brother, He didn't want to break his stride.

Gazing out over the scape he sighed, Thoughts of him being nothing to his brothers again gnawing at him, he always remembered praise being gifted to his brothers. He strived to be like them, physical wise, he was a brute, intelligence wise, he was the same even if he hid it from his brothers. He heard rocks above him start faltering, and it jarred his movements upwards. He climbed up to the four person landing and laid down, eyes gazing at the sky. Flexing his hands he sighed before flipping himself back to his feet. 'Almost..' Growling he found the luster that had driven him earlier and grabbed the wall. His foot wedged into a crack, his arm grabbed a rock even though he had to stretch for it. And the race to the top began.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

"Welcome to the top of the world, Gin." Replied Satsui's voice. He had arrived at the peak that very morning, Kyobona following in afterward. Satsui was asleep by the time Kyobona had arrived who quickly succumbed to slumber as well. Their goal had been reached and their bodies demanded the price be paid in full. A long rest that lasted until the afternoon sometime before Gin reached them. "Kyobona is still asleep but--" Satsui rounded a small bend on the peak which revealed more of the mountain top.

Mists snaked around the mountain, clouds hungs around the top. It was a mysterously oxygen rich position where it had been previously thin on lower levels. A man with the proper resources could live here and meditate for years without being bothered by the progression of time or the people of the lower villages. "Took you long enough." An almost child-like chuckle passed his lips, his appearance having changed dramatically in contrast to when he adorned a hood and sleeves. His blue eyes were bright and glistening under the sun, though still held a dull coldness to them.

"I'm sure you feel it too. These missions.. The village.. The powers in control.. They're holding us down, Gin. It's maddening the repetition. Is this how our life is supposed to go forever? We'll never realize our father's dream, or any dream at this rate. We grow by a controlled rate. We are given what little can without breaking our backs and asked to do tasks that stronger ninja could while they sit lazily on their power. Their sense of self-worth is inflated and pathetic. This land is divided and weak. "

[| J.im Kelly |]

He was happy to see that both of his brother's had made it up to the top of the mountain. Good thing, too, he might have gone on a rampage when he made it back down to the village. That simply meant that they had all completed their work. This long string of missions had finally come to a glorious end with him and his brother looking off into the distance. Then, Satsui began to go on about things that Gin himself hadn't even thought of. It had made him realize that they had been doing the same thing everyday since they had become Genin. They hadn't even taken the chance to become Chunin because their powers were insufficient do to their lack of true training.

However, the thoughts of bringing their father's dreams to realization set him off in a way Satsui would have never seen. Gin was usually calm and collective, but to speak about their father in a time like this was ridiculous. His fingers pulled into his palm and he gritted his teeth. In his eyes, their father was a fool who followed a destiny worth nothing. Their family style was pathetic, in his eyes. If it allowed his strong body to be crushed by the bacteria and virus that fought it, then it wasn't worthy enough to be shown to the rest of the world. However, Satsui's dream was his own.

"Perhaps... you and Kyobona may believe something as foolish as father's dream." Gin stood up, letting his arms fall loosely at his sides, dark bulbs of gold flash as he looked at Satsui, the sun glaring a bright reflection off of them. Pulling his kasa over his head, he strapped it to his chin. Stepped back, he opened his arms as if he were appealing to the gods, looking at the world around him.

"This is what I wish to hold in my grasp. The shinobi world as we know it. I want to have it all. "

His arms dropped, and he shook his head.

"But not while it's corrupted by these fools. Order, government. Everything, I believe, became about material and power when the villages were established. Political power, money. Idiots. I want the system of order to fall, and the world be reminded what survival means once more. They stand and cower behind these walls they think will protect them. And every now and then, a war breaks out, quelled by time and then peace reoccurs when resources are dry. When back in the days of old, clans fought for survival. When someone had something you wanted, you killed them, not traded with them."

Moving to the edge, he looked down upon the village of Kumogakure, squinting.

"The world will be reminded what it means to live in the shinobi world."

MISSION FINISHED!

name; climbing mountain gekitsuu
rank; c
description; A while ago during Kumogakure birthing stages a man once made a bet with a Jounin. The man bet the Jounin that the shinobi’s current students couldn’t climb Mountain Gekitsuu. Mountain Gekitsuu is the highest mountain within’ Kumogakure no Sato and is rumored to be the started point for the famous Kumogakure no Sato village. Anyway, the Jounin accepted the mans bet because the shinobi had insurmountable faith in his Genin. Long story short the Genin climbed the mountain and returned. The Jounin won the bet and all was well. Now it’s your turn to climb Mountain Gekitsuu, and prove to Kumogakure that you aren’t just some shinobi. You’re a Kumogakure no Sato shinobi.
reward; 40 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

[Kyōbōna Shintarou]

He awoke half-way through everything, he'd miss what Satsui had said, but it seemed to set Gin off.Thus, he knew what was said. Standing up he stretched, his life energy fully restored as he watched his brothers. To some it would seem like an argument, but no. It wasn't anything of the sort. He watched in silence, mind working, gears grinding. He gazed off the top of the peak, eyes glowing with a vibrant luster that had consumed him throughout the day. His hands seemed to continue upon their own, fingertips folding in against the palm, uncurling, and repeating. He growled softly, the wind at the peak whipping around the top in soft movements causing the mist to shift. This high, he could see everything. Normally he'd freak out, and jump about. But it wasn't in him. Something, about reaching the top had changed.

He decided to speak, for the first time in seriousness. His voice loud enough for both his brothers to hear as he gazed upon the village. "Useless, regardless of what they think, they look down upon us. Take pity on us, and we give everything we can. For nothing. It doesn't matter how we decide to go about our goals, in the end all of them coincide. Like two rivers running into the same ocean, everything collides Our paths we walk, regardless of how, end up the same" He gazed at Gin. "You wish to hold the Shinobi world, I can understand that desire. Prove everyone wrong who has gazed down upon us." His gaze shifted to Satsui. "You. Wishing to walk the path our father walked, wishing to see his goal complete."

His gaze shifted back to the village, hatred forming within his eyes as he spit off the top of the mountain, the globule of saliva tearing apart before it ever reached more then two feet." As for me? I wish to be accepted, by you two. To no longer seen as the whiney brat in the background. My dream, is to see fathers dream come true, at the same time we take the shinobi world. Allow everyone to see that we three, aren't as in need of their pity as they seem to think we are." Shaking his head he walked to a section of the peak that was a distance away from his brothers, his gaze drifting out over the landscape as he listened to the wind. His hands once more curling, and uncurling. His voice carried one final time as he smiled. "It doesn't matter our dreams, for alone we can't achieve them. We need each other, no matter what. We are all we have. Is we three, atop this mountain."

[Dagron Hoshigake]

"Heh.. Point well made, Kyo'. Point well made." Satsui had no objections to either of the brothers desires. Instead he turned his back to the sky and glanced down the mountain. The difference between going up and down was the angle. Focusing chakra at the bottom of his feet he began his descent down by bouncing from ledge to ledge, running down the mountain side where the angle was enough, and repeating this process until he was down.

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[| J.im Kelly |]

There were no more words to be spoken. Only the oath of the three brothers would remain at the top of the mountain as they all began their descent upon the path of darkness. When they reached the ground level, they would all be completely different people. But first thing was first, it was off to the mission compound.

There was ryo to be made.

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[Kyōbōna Shintarou]

He chuckled as he followed his brothers, he'd been accepted. He knew this, chakra pooled at his feet as he hit a ledge, bounced off, and continued the descent, reaching the bottom he began his walk away from the mountain, eyes flickering as he recalled something. Running back to the mountain he snagged his two kunai by running partly up the wall. Within moments he was back with his brothers as they started to the compound.

[ Exitthread]

[Kii!]

Gin: 106
Kyōbōna: 104
Satsui: 93