The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
After several nights of constant traveling, I found myself in Kusa no Kuni. I had never before been in this part of the world, and I made sure to take in all of its beauty. For one day, I knew that I would reduce it all into nothing more but a mere wasteland of death and destruction. I kept my malicious intent hidden, and with the Yonbi traveling with me, I knew that I had a great ally, to help me out in any situation if I had ever needed him to. “Hm, looks pretty nice so far, huh?” I said out loud to myself, though I had been really speaking to the Yonbi, but no one who heard me would ever know.
Seven years, it'd been seven long years since Ji made his physical and mental transition into a monarch of the new world, the same transition he believed that heralded the formation of all ninja beneath a single ruler or even a group. Year after year, steo after step, he drew closer to his goals, constructing and formulating plans and idea's during his endeavors. Although his progress and preparation hadn't reached total completion, the goal itself had been off into the distance, however, Ji easily (albeit slowly) held it steady within his line of sight.
It'd been because of his own ideology that fate summoned him onto the soils of Kusa no Kuni, a land that his father once visited. It's lush forest and thick greenery were a sight to behold, but, unfortunately, Ji's role in the new world held no room to bask in such trivial matters. So, without much effort or obstruction, Ji made his way along a curving 'S' shaped path, heading towards its village where he hoped to persuade it's ruler or leader to become his 'ally'.
For the most part, the day had been relatively smooth and quiet with clear skies and a forest that seemed completely absent of readily apparent wildlife, even after having traveled miles into the country from its border. Momentarily, he thought of home - Amegakure, yet, little by little Ji realized that the flare he once held for his precious village for the sake of his fathers name slowly vanished. As time passed, his desire to create absolute peace with an iron fist grew overwhelming, unimaginably so to the point where he needed to expand its imminent influence across not one or two villages, but the entire world involved with shinobi.
Mulling over his plans in excruciating detail for the millionth time, they became a mere afterthought once he began to approach a man from his rear - someone strangely familiar in both appearance and chakra. An eyebrow raised from curiosity while his raven eyes focused in on his position. Lessening the pace of his walk, he approached slowly and announced himself.
"You there, excuse me for my rudeness, but you seem. . . .strangely familiar. Have we met some time ago."
While he couldn't readily tell who the man had been, Ji always knew that worse-case scenario, the sharingan would reveal any and all hidden truths.
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“Yes. I remember the last time I was here. I turned an entire forest into a wasteland. Huehuehue.” The Yonbi’s deep voice spoke out to me, from the depths of my core. Unlike most who had been a Jinchuuriki, over the course of seven, I had gotten to know the Bijuu who resided inside me as well. Even going as far as to unlock myself and gain control over its power, which in turn would allow me to tap even deeper into its mighty strength.
“Yoku, behind you.” The Yonbi had felt a chakra nearing us, though I would simply look from the corner of my left eye, before the boy would call out from behind me. Stopping in my very tracks, and turning around to view the boy, my right fist rested upon my hip. My golden hues examined his body, and I found myself reading into his question, he had also reminded me of someone—or at least someone I felt like I had known. Then, my memory started coming back to me, the attack of Kumogakure seven years ago.
“Oh, you are Ji, aren’t you? I asked you for your help in Kumogakure back a few years ago. It’s been awhile, my friend.” I spoke in a calm baritone voice, relaxed and calm, though still as flexible as ever. I had always wondered what had happened to the boy, since I had never seen him again; I wondered how he faired back then.
“I wondered what happened to you back then when Kumogakure had fallen.” I awaited his response, while the Yonbi had remembered back to that date, when his last, foolish host had gotten himself killed in battle.
Ji's brow came to a rest as Yoku turned and faced him properly, confirming his identity in doing so. Ji's eyes closed as his mind vividly remembered the very thing Yoku coaxed him to do as a innocent child new to 'that world'. He managed to escape from Kumogakure, however, that day had been the very first day where he learned a hard lesson about the difference between the shinobi world and his sheltered home - things hadn't always been what they seemed. Continuing to close in on Yoku, each step that brought him closer triggered a memory sequence so to speak, namely each instance where Ji fully realized the darkness and chaos that plagued the world. Learning about betrayal, the history of his father, being stolen from, and targeted over trivial matters, all those realities crushed his dreams as a child, dreams that now swapped presence with a plan that needed to be carried out for the 'greater good' even if it cost him his life.
"Correct, It's me alright, surprised you've recognized me just as fast. . ."
Only a handful of meters from Yoku, Ji's walking progression stopped where his eyes slowly opened thereafter to view the very man that indirectly showed him the truth, the truth he need to accept and embrace if he truly desired absolute power. Chuckling at the very thought of meeting the man that changed him without him even knowing that he did or even how, he continued to answer all of his presented questions.
"It has been a while, but I made it in ok and came out. . .something new. Sending my to this village made me realize a great many things about the world, things that can only be fixed by a select few. . ."
He paused, extending an open hand towards Yoku & the beast within (despite not actually knowing) before finishing what he had to say.
"-It's because of that that I could benefit from your help as you would benefit from mine. I need allies for what I have planned, so when the time comes for me to collect my 'favor', I'll have the means to set this plan in motion. So, for now, I'll help you anyway possible in exchange for your power when I need it. I'm sure you don't know what I'm capable of, but lets just say that my 'eyes' have fully ascended beyond any other."
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Ji advanced toward me, slowly closing the distance to a handful of meters as he talked before and after the space between us had decreased. My eyes carried a gentle gaze upon the boy; with a devilish smirk as he had talked about he came out of Kumogakure with something new. Just by looking at the boy, I could feel negative energy emitting from his being, and it was a delicious one. But, just how negative was it?
A hand from his side had risen, extending out to me with his palm open, after pausing in his place. The hand which had rested upon my hip had moved out to his corresponding hand, embracing it with a firm grip, shaking his hand. My chocolate hues had absorbed his entire being, though most of my attention had been upon his raven eyes. I continued to listen as he talked, and in return, my interested expression would explain how I felt about the things he had said.
The bit about his eyes was a dead giveaway, obviously giving away his ability to access a special eye related technique—a Doujutsu. There were only a handful of Doujutsu he could possess, though I wasn’t too concerned with what it was, honestly. Deep down, I felt that I knew what it was; only certain type of people could release the negative energy he had been releasing. And, I couldn’t be any happier—the more hatred and destruction spread through the world, the better.
I was more than happy to challenge all of Akira’s beliefs and crush them before his very eyes. “Ohhh, I can tell there has been a change in you. You can sort of say that I can ‘feel’ it. But, that doesn’t sound like a bad deal, Ji-san. I am sure that helping you with whatever you need assistance in will also help me out in the end, anyway.” I released his hand after our shake, and it would have returned to my hip in fist form. “The agenda for today is the fall of Kusagakure. I want the Kusakage to step down as Kage, and have the village to bow to Kirigakure and become a part of it. And, naturally, that would cause some feelings to be hurt and threats being thrown in the end, but that’s what I want, anyway.”
Having heard that Yoku 'felt' Ji's mental, physical, and spiritual change spoke volume in respect to his own growth over the past seven years, enough so that even without his usual set of eyes, Ji managed to notice that detail with absolute clarity. Reflexively, Ji slightly smirked once Yoku confirmed his willingness to cooperate despite not having known what Ji's motives were entirely, but truthfully, Ji saw that as a sign of immediate trust.
Thereafter, once Yoku motioned the conversation towards Kusagakure, Ji -who'd just been passing through- had actually been surprised to have been 'assigned' to a task so soon. To have the Kage of Kusagakure willingly step down had been something that seemed quite far fetched, so, naturally, Ji expected the worse case scenario - being forced into attack the village.
Although he'd have been reluctatnt to do so, their agreement left Yoku as his superior in their partnership and left Ji to abide by his commands until Ji's plan called for their roles to be switched.
"The fall of Kusa eh? Sounds complicated, but judging from the tone in your voice, you sound pretty confident about completing the task successfully. If my information about the Kusakage is correct, she won't step down, not without some kind of opposition. I'm not questioning your approach, but as an ally, I will advise that you don't go in expecting a smooth ride. Expect the worst case scenario, I'm you know what that is exactly."
While Ji held not even a sliver of a bond with Kusagakure, if helping Yoku with his plans furthered Ji's own, that it'd have been a sacrifice that needed to happen.
"Regardless of what you decide to do, you have my watching your back. "
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“I don’t expect it to be easy at all, but if the Kusakage did present some sort of opposition, then it will only take things to where I want them to be. I want to inject her with the poison of hatred, and in turn, get her to hate Kirigakure or some type of ill-will toward it. I know that it might not sound like the best idea, but in the end, everything will indeed fall into place. I have an ideal world in my head which I want to bring into fruition.”
I closed the distance between me and Ji even more, placing a hand upon his shoulder. “But, before we can do all of this, we need to locate the village. So, let’s use this sunlight to our advantage now, and use the darkness of the night for our advantage when we get into Kusagakure.”With that said, I would move to stand beside, Ji—I didn’t want to turn my back to him, that was disrespect in a way, and you never turn your back on a shinobi, after all. That was a given rule. “Let’s go, Ji-san.” I held my open palm out before myself, gesturing for him to follow me into the direction I was originally stepping in. And, if he were to follow me, side by side, we would begin our journey to locate Kusagakure.
Ji nodded in agreement once Yoku presented his expectation for the impending situation within Kusagakure. If he truly believed that everything would've fallen into place as he planned so contentedly, then as his 'partner in crime' Ji would give him the support he'd need. Under Ji's watchful eyes, everything is safe and protected, family & allies alike. Nevertheless, his eyes and head turned with Yoku's movements before and after he juxtaposed himself to Ji, noticing the signal he'd given so that they could continue onward to search for Kusagakure. Nodding once more the moment he decided it'd been time to go, Ji followed suit and bolted forward further into Kusa no Kuni's thick forestry and immediately itched to inquire about Yoku's intentions among other things.
Briefly, he looked down, almost as if he'd been nervous or hesitated to say what'd been on his mind after a few minutes of travel. Sighing, he mustered up the courage to ask. . .
"So, back there in Kumogakure, what really happened? I never made it past the gates and I heard rumors about you and your partner - a god of lightning as some would say. Don't take this the wrong way but, I trust you as of now, but as a shinobi, i'd like to know more about just exactly who I'm dealing with. If need be, the Q & A is mutual."
He batted not even a single gaze in Yoku's direction, hoping he hadn't offended his senior and elder in some way, shape, or form. Speeding through the road, leaving the general directions left up to the leader of their two man group, Ji himself merely remained alert and aware of their surroundings, even on the move. While Ji himself remained under the radar and unknown to most of the shinobi world due to his growth, he knew nothing of Yoku's fame, his enemies, and just how badly they wanted his head. But for now, whoever his enemies were, they'd have to deal with him as well.
“I should have known this was coming; when you explain my downfall at Chae’s hand, make sure you mention it was the hosts fault.” The Yonbi’s voice had quaked within me, and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, but it was controlled and low, more of a chuckle. Of course it wasn’t at Ji’s question (though he wouldn’t know that at the moment), but it simply remained me that Bijuu actually do have feelings and care about such things. Then again, unlike the other Bijuu, the Yonbi—Son Gokū was a King, a Sage of the Monkeys, if you will. My eyes shifted over the younger male, watching as he kept his eyes low, away from me before answering his question.
“Well, that guy—the God of Lightning-” I chuckled a bit more; though Chae was indeed a formidable opponent his personality and love for alcohol had made me view him differently than everyone else. It just slayed me so well. “Chae is his name. Well, a short name for him basically. He and another accompanied me to raid Kumogakure, though he and I had gotten separated when the fighting had started. Next thing I know, he had slain the Raikage, who was known to possess the Yonbi, but I guess he wasn’t too helpful.”“YOKUMARU-SAN, HOW DARE YOU SPEAK SO LOWLY OF ME!”
Immediately after my speech, the Yonbi had interrupted me from within, though none of his words could be heard of from the outside. I had decided to speak lowly of him because I always thought it was funny when he let his pride get the better of him, as if his title had meant everything in the world to him. It was a weird pause between my speeches, but it could have been easily overlooked, like if I had just decided to randomly think of something, and then continued onward.
“But, yeah. It was originally supposed to just be a raid, and then it turned into the slaying of the Raikage and the financial downfall of Kumogakure. That’s pretty much the jest of it, I had wanted to be the one who had taken down the Raikage, but the better shinobi got to him first.” As we would continue to advance forward, we would soon find ourselves within an emerald forest, trees expanding far and wide in every direction. Not too far inside of it, I paused in place, taking a quick survey of the area.
After doing so, I had decided to take into the trees; I wanted to get up as high as I could to get a better view of everything. Without a doubt Ji would have followed me, it was time to travel by trees, leaping from one to the other gracefully. Hopefully our destination would come into view soon. “So, Ji-san. Our original meeting was kind of brief, and I don’t believe, or really recall getting a good understanding of your story. So, care to enlighten and remember me?”
Intrigued by the story presented by Yoku regarding the raid performed by he and his allies seven years ago, Ji's eyes finally lifted up and met with Yoku's own. Upon having been told the truth about the incident so long ago, Ji managed to formulate a general idea of Yoku's strength and those of his allies, the same allies he had access to whenever he deemed to need it. Before long, Ji read through his partners movements and followed him into the tree-lines where they continued their search for Kusagakure. As asked, in exchange for an answer to his own question, Ji would've been obligated to answer one of Yoku's own. Surprisingly, he inquired about Ji's story, a story he couldn't just summerize vaguely, nay, he needed time, time that two actually had.
"Well, as strange as the beginning sounds, I'm not from this world in a sense. I was born. . .elsewhere. "
His words were true in the purest form, he hadn't been born into the shinobi world and introduced to its chaos and calamity from the very starting point of his existence. Considering the myriad of events that Yoku had seen over his long standing career as a shinobi, his eyes had undoubtedly come across a great many things that a normal man would've considered impossible without even a sliver of hesitation.
"I'd been born within Mount Youbin, a summoning world ruled by its sage, Namyeol and his family of bears. I was raised there until my teenage years, despite the time different between here and there. Regardless, I leaved there peacefully for 14, and those 7 years ago was one of my few first moments when I came here to assume the title of Shodaime Amekage. Over these past 7 years I've come to see the types of people within this world and just how chaotic they are, civilians and shinobi alike. It's broken and it needs to be fixed."
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The duo would move swiftly through the forest tops, searching for Kusagakure, and as I had waited for Ji’s response, I wondered which direction we should travel in order to get there. While focusing upon that, Ji’s voice would take me from my concentration when he said he wasn’t from this world. My eyes had shifted to him, listening to him as he continued to speak; my full attention had been given. Once he mentioned the world of the Bear Sage, that reminded me of the world that the Phoenix summonings come from, their own mystical world, which could be considered separate from here.
But, how did he get there in the first place? I thought to myself, did he wield the summoning contract of the Bears? “Oh, so you can summon Bears? That would be useful in the future. But, I understand what you are talking about, I once visited Kiokuhai—the summoning world of the Phoenixes. I imagine that Mount Youbin is something like it.” I responded to what he had said. At the same time, I wondered just how he would “fix” the world, surely many people have tried with many different methods. But, nothing is going to change, really.
That’s at least what I and the Yonbi had believed. War, death, destruction, it all had been a part of our world and will always exist in it. But, instead of questioning his notation of doing that, I decided to cast the thought aside. Surely when his own personal plans arise, I will see what he has thought up in that head of his. As we continued to search, out in the distance had been a large and copious amount of large mushrooms, about two-hundred meters away from us. I had only been able to see it due to the height we had been given among the large trees.
"Summon them? I can't. Although I was taught the arts of Kuchiyose, I've never actually taken a personal interest in making use of it on the battlefield. But, if you feel as though they will be useful items to us, I'll be more than willing to gain their trust."
Immediately responding to Yoku, Ji foucsed back upon the path ahead, which, oddly enough, lead to an area filled with a number of overly large mushrooms. Scanning from area to area, Ji wanted to say that they were headed in the correct direction, however, it'd been far to early for both Ji and Yoku to have ushered in any kind of certainty. For now, the only leads that Ji relied upon were his intuition and a hunch. Regardless, a hefty amount of sunlight still remained within that day, so fortunately, the duo still held onto their advantage of time.
"We have plenty of sunlight left, however, I'd prefer that we reach the village before sunset, otherwise heading towards a village dressed as we are wouldn't exactly warrant a warm welcome."
Having voiced his thoughts, Ji realized that at all cost, he wanted to avoid any confrontation for now, namely do to his lack of own preparation. The power he needed for his plan hadn't been reached, and because of it, he remained even reluctant to show others the power he currently obtained.
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“If you didn’t summon them, then who put you in there? Well, it seems really weird; I am guessing that you wouldn’t happen to know either.” I said as we continued onward, knowing that our destination hadn’t been too far from us now. Quickly, I scaled the forest, moving at impressive speeds, tuning into Ji as he mentioned wanting to get there as soon as he could. The Yonbi had been here before, and it made me wonder if he had known anything about the villages’ location.
I entered into my subconscious to ask him, telepathically. “Son Gokū, do you know where the village is or give us some sort of hint?” Within, I could see a large grin upon the Yonbi’s face, and his expression would give him away of course. Indeed he had known something, but was he going to tell me? “Well, all I can say to you is that you guys are hot. Huehuehue! Efficient enough, no?”
The Yonbi was a fickle creature, but that was all the information I had needed. Once I came back to reality, I answered to Ji. “It won’t be long, my friend. I have a feeling that we are getting close, all we have to do is keep heading in this direction and we should reach it just before the sunsets (one more post).”
"My father. Apparently he managed to become a sage of that specific family before he passed away. I guess as a way to keep me sheltered from this chaotic world, he left me there with my mother, raised me there. But when word of his death reached my and my mothers ears, I knew I had to leave and take up what he started as Amegakure's leader."
With truth and conviction behind every word, Ji spoke with sincerity, caring whether or not Yokumaru actually believed or comprehended his story even the slightest bit. Nevertheless, he remained side-by-side with Yoku, sifting through the thick forestry with ease, leaving him to take the lead in more ways than one. Leaping from tree to tree, bough to bough, Ji couldn't have helped but to think through their visit to Kusagakure, calculating the consequences to the worst case scenario as well as the best case, with the latter being the most appealing.
Momentarily, both his eyes and attention focused on Yoku as he seemingly snapped back from some daydreaming state of mind and spoke, mentioning their imminent arrival. Nodding to acknowledge his words, he looked into the distance, attempting to find anything 'out of the ordinary'. Thereafter, a quick glance back over his shoulder cemented -for the moment- that they hadn't been followed.
"I might be jumping ahead here, but what do you plan to do after we visit Kusagakure, regardless of how this meeting with their leader progresses? "
“Sounds like he must’ve been a great man.” I replied to the subject a final time, though I was curious if I had known of the man who was his father, I didn’t want to continue to question Ji about it. With time, the distance between us and the village had shortened further and further, with us now being no more than thirty meters away from the gates. A large smirk came across my face; I couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen when everything would unfold for us.
“After this, if it goes well, I will then be visiting other villages; delivering the same messages.” I made my speech short, because we had finally reached our destination, now only being ten meters from the very gates themselves. “We’re finally here. Time to do some knocking.” I spoke confidently, with my right fist placed upon my hip.