of the SUN and MOON
Feb 9, 2012 17:27:10 GMT -8
Post by Q on Feb 9, 2012 17:27:10 GMT -8
When the world was created and the beasts born, those that survived the initial years of their birth were the ones destined to become great. Blessed with the power of pure chakra given to them by the planet itself, the original animals that prowled the lands grew mighty and powerful. Their lives spanned many centuries, some even growing to last for eons, and their powers were able to shape the world. Eventually these beasts took residence in the far corners of Earth, some high in the mountains, others deep underground. Oceans never explored and forests never seen by mankind are more than the tall tales told to children to stimulate their imaginations—they’re recounts of things only the bravest have seen.
Even now, after the initial age of the Shinobi has passed, these creatures have continued to exist. God’s of nature, they await for the time when the world was once again ready for their power to be wielded. With the Bijuu slowly regaining strength and unleashing their strength to scar the planet, their challengers must arise. With evil propagating once more, the heroes must appear. With the shinobi world becoming reestablished, order must once again take effect. With the world ready……The Sage’s must appear!!
OF THE SUN AND MOON
The birth of a legend.
The birth of a legend.
Wherever Masuyo was in the world, the jutsu would take effect. Pulled through time and space via a puff of smoke, the young boy was transported from the arid deserts of Kaze no Kuni and deposited somewhere far more…lush. Trees taller than the tallest buildings rose high into the air, a hundred feet thick and covered in branches and leaves so wide and spanning they blanketed out the light of the moon above. The child was bathed in darkness, the coldness of night clawing at him from every angle. There was more in the air then just a bitter chill, however.
A thick chakra, sensible by even those who held no jutsu, could be felt in the air. It made one’s skin crawl, as if the very power of life was being infused into it. Only one conclusion could be reach, no matter how ignorant a person was to the world around them—this forest, this air, the soil, all of it—was alive and breathing.
Far off, hidden by the trees, Masuyo would be watched and studied. How would he react to the world he had been pulled into?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]