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.
He had finally made it, a long path stretched in front of him. A pathway he knew was paved with blood, it was barren and empty on both sides. It was true what they said you could smell battle throughout the air. He couldn’t help but get excited he was so close he could taste it.
Oh, but there was one small problem. He had no idea where he was going from here. He couldn’t just walk into the hidden mist village, honestly he wouldn’t be surprised if he was attacked on sight. He also had to worry about the nomads that existed in this area, water country civilians were just as dangerous as their shinobi. Over the last hundred years, the water always stood its ground. Maybe that’s why he was drawn to it, the glory and smell of battle.
The path continued to stretch as far as the eye could see. A wave of darkness was taking over the sky. He knew that he couldn’t stray from the path he only hoped it would soon lead him to some food. Fumito didn’t intend to travel at night, he heard stories of these lands but at the moment it really didn’t seem as if he had much of a choice. The trees were so large, the air was so moist, even in the darkness you could still see a small glimpse of the hazes air.
His eyes pierced into the darkness, his gaze stretching far into the distance hoping for any sign of food. He needed to find somewhere to hide. Anything that he could use to gauge the best time for them to set up camp and scout out the surrounding area. He did not know what the local culture was like at the current moment - likely very hostile, and he didn’t want to take any chances running into anyone.
Fumito stretched as he hiked up his bag higher onto his shoulder walking a slow mellow pace. He’d made a very crucial decision today he was leaving his village. Why? Simple really, they bore him. They were but a small fraction of what they use to be and genin needed a teacher. Fumito was dressed in his casual attire with a simple black shirt and black jeans, his sword attached to his hip. You never know what you might run into nowadays.
Fumito let out a loud sigh as he looked up into the sky and proceeded to leave his homeland. This place wouldn’t be missed. A huge fire was burning inside of the young shionbi and he refused to be contained. He loved death, murder, sabotage, and he knew where he might satisfy his appetite. Walking deeper into the brush he hoped all would go well on his journey.
Gripping the bag upon his shoulder he jumped into the trees and with a light burst of chakra began to weave his way throughout the forest. It was quiet today, he hadn’t seen anyone as of yet and Fumito hoped it stayed that way. It wasn’t as though he was a coward, but he was in no condition to be fighting anyone at the moment.
He shouted as he jumped through a nest of birds. He was running faster than he’d ever have before, he couldn’t wait to reach Mizu no Kunai, the placed he wished to visit for much sometime now. He also wished to travel to village hidden in the mist he wished to commit the ultimate treason. He would soon be a very wanted boy.
Castle city, Fumito favorite part of the fire country, and probably his last to set foot on. Unfortunately for the Uchiha, his village would soon be on the look for him. For obvious reason but – he could care less, actually he wanted them to attempt to catch him. It was that thrill he lacked the most serving such a weak village, but a shadow of its former glory. He was now a Nuke-nin.
Nonetheless, there was one place that Fumito had to visit before leaving this place forever. His get away spot, not many knew about it about it had the best ramen in the world. Walking into the inn he noticed two men, neither looked ‘hostile’, but you never knew these days. Fumito sat down ordering his ramen and something to drink. He glanced over at the man with blank stare. “Hello”, he didn’t know if they would even acknowledge him but who knows they might be friendly right?
With a great fury in his eyes, Fumito stood there. "It shouldn't be to hard to get the blood should it?", he thought to himself as he continued to stare down the snake. Fumito wasn't scared, but knew had to be careful, such a large snake one wrong move and he could be finish. Gripping his katana he waited. The crisp air filling his nostrils. With such exasperation, he breathed in the air and let it cool his body it was time to strike.
The back of its tail would coil in an ‘S’ shape as its eyelids bent lower, focusing in on his prey ready to strike at any moment. The snake had scales like a dragon – and would take more than mere metal to tear through the skin – but that would be something the uchiha would learn the hard way.
He knew that his job was to only get the blood of the snake, but fuck that he was going to decapitate the fucker. Besides, how was the Hyuuga going to know if he killed the snake or not, nor that it should really matter anyways. He knew better to challenge authority openly, but behind closed doors it was a entirely different story.
In but the time it took for one to blink their eyes the snake would have opened its mouth revealing the large serpentine fangs outstretching as it lunged forward in attempts at swallowing the boy whole. It would take all but three seconds for the head of the snake to have engulfed the entire body of the uchiha if he was not careful – he would truly have to tap into his inner hunter instinct to react to such an attack... so tread swiftly and think hastily, young uchiha, for your battle has only just begun.
He shouted as the large reptile began its assault. This would have a simple counterattack though, the snake was way in over its head. As the snake hurled itself, the young Uchiha quickly unshielded his blade defending against the snakes oncoming attack. He would have to do better than that if he wanted to harm the Uchiha.
BATTOJUTSU (ART OF THE DRAWING SWORD)  RANK: D, C, B, A, S TYPE: DEFENSIVE / TAIJUTSU / KENJUTSU RANGE: 0 - 5 METERS SPECIAL: ALLOWS THE SWORDSMAN TO DEFLECT BASIC ATTACKS OF EQUAL OR LOWER RANK, IN CONJUNCTION WITH OTHER, MORE ADVANCED MOVES WITHIN THE STYLE. DESCRIPTION: AN OFFENSIVE NATURE OF FIGHTING, ALL BATTOJUTSU PRACTITIONERS WILL TEND TO STAND IN LOOSER PATTERNS, LETTING THEIR STEEL FLY AND ATTACK AT OFTEN IRREGULAR ANGLES. UNLIKE ITS DEFENSIVE COUNTERPART, THIS FORM ALLOWS FOR QUICKER, MORE DELIBERATE STRIKES, MAKING IT DEADLY IN THE HANDS OF A TRUE MASTER. DOMAIN: KENJUTSU/spoiler]
There he stood, listening. The air was heavy. He knew he was no longer alone, his search for a teacher had stopped it seemed. The man voice was calm but powerful his words were to resonate to fumito like no others. It would was as if there were no choice in any of his decisions at that moment, was this what power felt like?
"...welcome to my conglomerate. You, my brother, shall henceforth be named the First Disciple."
Looking into the mans eyes as he spoke, it happened. The man revealed his own sharingan, it was far more mature than his own. It was clear he could learn a lot from this stranger. "First disciple", he thought as a inevitable smile ran across his face. Still looking towards the man his knees couldn't help but begin to buckle. Landing on his knees, he knew this would be the best way to show his respect and willingness to his offer.
"From this day my life and soul become yours brother. I will live to serve you will". His head now bowed to ground, his forehead nearly touching the dirt. It would seem he had sold his soul, but to whom would be the ultimate question...
Crisscrossing through the brush that rested on the side of the mountain, he continued. He continued to the man who's aura was just glowing, he was clearly a shinobi, a strong one. He'd never seen the shinobi before, but it didn't seem he wanted to cause any ill to wards the young Uchiha. As Fumito reached the top of the mountain there was a sense of peacefulness. He could see everything around him, even his village, the village he had grew to resent. To hate, nonetheless he turned to the stranger who stood before him.
Fumito stood there with a smile of of accomplishment still yet faded from his face, he was tired but ready to see what this stranger had to teach him. You see, Fumito had learned long ago that anyone can be a teacher if you let them. He longed to learn the secrets of this world, he craved power, no he needed power. It was growing more apparent that Fumito was no longer in his right mind. As Fumito went to open to lips the man spoke.
“Who goes there...”
Looking proudly towards the man he responded. "My name is Uchiha Fumito and I'm a shinobi fro--", but before he could finish he sentence he stopped himself. There was no need to tell him of his allegiance, he held no allegiance to no one but himself, for now anyway. Slowly running his fingers through his hair he waited for a answer from the stranger that stood before him.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath as he continued down the path. The rain continued its downpour as the Uchiha searched the forest. Now what he was searching for was the king of the reptiles, the orochi bunta. A rather big snake, it was by far the most dangerous in the country, big enough to swallow a average size male whole. Hunting a animal of such stature was amusing to the shinobi, it was almost exciting.
Looking towards the sky he continued down the trail. The shinobi couldn't help but feel that he was being followed, being stalked. Ever since he and his 'partner' had began their separate task he couldn't help but feel the presence of someone or something else. This uneasiness reached its peek at the mouth of a small but steep cave. The mucus and hair were in large abundance, whatever had been eaten was long gone. It seemed that he was getting closer to his prey. And then it happened, as he examined the mucus Fumito caught a glimpse at his objective. The snake was large,
The snakes was about twenty meters in length large enough to wrap it's self around the shinobi. Fumito was more than excited now, he had found his prey. Around twenty meters away from the beast, the shinobi jet black spiraled into a bloodshot red as he gripped his katana that rested at his side. He was ready whenever the snake was, he'd be damn he let a snake stop him from achieving his goal.
The history of the large and famous Hi no Kuni was a interesting one. There were so many secrets and stories, some of which the elders wished would vanish. Fumito was looking for answers, he knew he couldn't find all of them, but this young Uchiha was determined to try, and that's what made this adventure even more exciting. Today he would find himself looking for answers on top of the mysterious mt. Jinmiraisai, a large and dangerous mountain in the heart of Hi no Kuni. Fumito hadn't even heard of the mountain until recently. Spying on the Uchiha Elders seemed to be paying off. It seemed that atop of this mountain lied secrets only those with his eyes could see. What this 'secret' could be almost drove the Uchiha mad with anxiousness.
Fumito gripped the side of the mountain, looking towards the sky he looked for any sign of trouble. He had scaled the mountain and it seemed safe enough to climb. There were lots of branches peeking from the mountain, birds sang as he began to make he way up the side of the mountain.
Higher, higher, and higher he pushed as he continued up the mountain. The trees below him grew smaller and smaller, now so small they hardly looked like trees anymore. It was then he caught a glimpse of the man. In the distance roughly 60 meters ahead of him he could see him. A man climbing to what seemed to be the same location of himself. Fumito didn't know what to think of the man at first, but he soon realized he was searching for something just as himself. For what he wasn't sure, but with his eyes shifting from black red instantly he intended to find out.
The rain was relentless. For hours now, the weather had been nothing but a heavy downpour…It was almost like the world was trying to desperately cleanse itself. If the gods, truly, mourned for this world and it’s sins, it was no wonder as to why they tried to drown the world so. It was like trying to wash blood from one blade….It may fade, but the faintest of stains will still remain even under the most determined of hands. Fumito loved it. It was fitting that it would be such a gloomy afternoon on his Oinin test day.
"Who the fuck is that?" The words slipped past pale lips as a sigh. If he could, the Uchiha would be taking this test alone, but it seemed he was paired with Reisuke Aburame a Chunnin he knew very little about. What Fumito did know was he had a uncanny connection to bugs, something that just disgusted fumito. Nonetheless, it seemed that the Uchiha was going to working with this stranger today, hopefully he wouldn't become to much of a bother for the young Uchiha.
“Hello and welcome to your first test. You both will be given a set of instructions unknown to the other party – you must fulfill these instructions by any means necessary. After having completed these instructions you will find your way to the center of a forest where a blue obelisk stands. . .”
With slow, fluid movements, a hand reached to his side gripping his katana which he carried with him, along with his guard, ninja-string, and exploding notes. He wasn't entirely sure what he'd be tested on, but he was ready for anything. Before his arrival to the test, Fumito had taken special time out to fill his guard with his entire collection of exploding notes, if there was one thing he liked it was explosions.
“It is here at this obelisk where you will meet with me again – and only then will we proceed to the next test..”
Grabbing the scroll from the Hyuuga he was off. It seemed he would be doing some hunting after all, maybe not the type he wanted, but animals bled like humans so he was sure to get some kind of show. However, as Fumito entered the forest he couldn't help but see a trail of mucus. The sticky liquid was covered in what seemed to be hair, it was obviously a animal of some kind. With little to nothing to go on Fumito began to follow the trail in the hopes it would bring him closer to his... prize.
With the mission Intel in his hands, he exhaled slowly as a stranger approached him. The deep silence spread throughout his body. Fumito closed his eyes and waited for the stranger to speak to him. An interesting combination of annoyance and happiness drowned his face, but nonetheless, it gave him someone to talk to, other than the voices in his head. He was more than capable of handling this mission on his own, but who knows, this stranger mite be use to him one day.
"Excuse me, is that a mission statement you're holding?"
Now he wasn’t the least bit interested. Nothing within him was worse then a stupid question, but the demon knew he had to keep his ‘people’ face on. “Why yes it is, what would give you that idea?” he answered with sarcasm written all of his face. It was obvious what it was the stranger must have been a special one.
"Hmm," he mused, frowning. If it was one thing he despised most was being a step behind. So, in order to remain one very careful step ahead, the Uchiha crept along the edge of the street, silent as a phantom. He was ready to get moving weather his new friend trailed him or not.
The Curmudgeon Rank: C Repeatable: Once Per PC Description: A thug has causes terror in the streets of Konohagakure By robbing men and vandalizing homes he has become quite the burden. Unfortunately he is also quite elusive and difficult to track down. This man must be found, else the citizen of Konohagakure will lose faith in their shinobi. Reward: 50 EXP and 1,000 Ryo
While Fumito had certainly been made aware that other people were able to think differently to him, and that several people close to him were indeed the type of people who preferred to watch confrontations rather than participate within them... it was still a strange idea for him to contemplate. Fumito was a person who adored being in the centre of the surrounding attention after all. Being the one who took the main role in confrontations allowed him to have just that. Of course, it was also a position that he had to take, especially when the original targets were in his own village. He had something deadly planned for his village and it would be only a matter of time before his goal would be realized, but for now he had a mission to attend to.
The information he gathered thus far was far more than enough to handle such a petty mission. There seemed to be a thug wondering through his village causing havoc, of course not anything to crazy, but enough for the Hokage to feel that the man needed to be stopped. He wasn't to sure why he'd picked this mission, boredom perhaps. Nonetheless he had taken the mission and now it was time for it completion.
With little to go on Fumito found himself walking through the dark streets of his village. If you wanted to catch a thug you would have to think like one. Fumito knew that if he wanted to catch the thug he'd have to be stealthy. It was strange, Fumito had little interest in protecting the 'people', if anything he should have been helping the thug... but he knew couldn't cause his own misguided havoc just yet.
It was a warm bright day over the quiet village hidden in the leaves, but there was a graying cloud hiding the sun for a moment as it went pass. A few unlucky people who was under it got a bit of rain, a sun shower, before it left them alone. Of course, a certain Uchiha of the age of twenty-three didn't notice this as he was deep in studying, with one leg over the other and the freelance feet swinging back and fore as the boy stayed in his concentration and silent frustration at the problem that didn't want to be solve.
Why he didn't mind the heavy grimace that painted his face as a very fierce person and marked his fury at the inevitable unsolved question was beyond him, but he would figure it out and be the first to solve it. If not completely than partially. He hoped.
After what seem like forever (only an hour in reality) Fumito decided it was time to get going and started packing up. He had done enough research today. It seemed to be the only thing he did nowadays. He was more interested in drowning himself in books than battle, he had grown far less violent over the last seven years.
He walked from his house to what seemed to be an eerie silence. The streets were unnaturally empty. He could see no one for several hundred feet, it was a unusual sight for such a busy village. In the distance he couldn’t help but hear a faint but distinctive chant. Upon arriving to the source of the noise, Fumito found himself surrounded by death. There were three victims of a unknown aslant.
He also couldn't help but notice another shionbi investigating the strange murders. "Excuse me? Can I ask what's going on here?" He watched as the stranger gathered information about the crime. It seemed the two shionbi would be handling this problem alone for now. He slowly moved towards the shionbi with a grim smile on his face. "It would seem to me that we got us a murderer to catch."