FLASHBACK | Maintain Peace
Dec 6, 2011 19:21:28 GMT -8
Post by Katsumaru on Dec 6, 2011 19:21:28 GMT -8
[/font][/justify]
The war reached its end several year ago. The taunting taint of that hellish curse rung strong. Brothers and fathers met desolate ends in the battles that spanned the world, their deaths but a simple statistic, an expense for what was believed to be the greater good. So was the toll of conflict, truly bitter and eager to feed the mind with unwavering xenophobia. That was the second war Touketsu witnessed, and he was blessed, for he had committed no wretched sins as the battles raged on. During the first Great War, in contrast, he was no more than a damned curmudgeon drowning in his own piss. Men become devils when their life is at stake, but even fiends can achieve redemption, absolution, and liberty of the human spirit.
Touketsu trotted forth with a roughly grown beard, the hairs downright feral as they sat, untrimmed and wild. The Airontoku’s head was in no better shape, with hairs extending past the ears, distinctively different from the tidy cut of years ago. Heavy bags grew beneath his crimson eyes hinting at little sleep and a growing exhaustion, a facade worsened by the nigh constantly present scowl. Thick, deep black leather boots covered the feet, straps and strings keeping them secured. A sleeveless, light brown tunic covered the man’s torso, the cloth fabric covered in tears and dirt. His rigid trousers were in no better shape, the material covered in numerous cuts and blemishes. The years weighted heavily on Touketsu, for in the past he rarely presented himself so grizzled and ragged. An ebony hilted blade hung from his left hip, along with a pouch containing several tools and a bottle. Quite unfortunately, Touketsu had not yet overcome his alcoholism, but at this time, before the departure into the flames of righteousness, the man was completely sober. Surprisingly so.
The Vigilant God will be with me as I strike true.
The Hokage, Ryusuke, awaited in the distance, the years having changed his appearance. With several steps, Touketsu closed in and greeted Ryusuke with a bow. ”I have arrived. Do we depart now?” Disturbingly so, the Airontoku was rather thrilled at the prospect of battle with the scoundrels whom they were to infiltrate. Truly, the man was an intermingling of contradictions. He hated war, ye he loved the battle that was to come. Perhaps he had lost his mental stability, but the implications of such, the terror, he rather not entertain. Today, simply, a duty was to be completed. No more.