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.
Ignored- as usual. I couldn’t say I was surprised in the least; my words till this day were still only murmurs to the nonchalant crowd… but maybe he just hadn’t heard me clearly enough… but that was just fine- actions spoke louder than words anyway. .
and so. .
as he spoke of our experience in murder. .
my actions would speak for that answer itself.
I had killed several men in the chuunin exams but I was never the type to boast about it unlike my Oinin friend. He seemed more happy about the lives that he’d taken than me- I’d only killed for the sake of my own survival, nothing more and nothing less. My right hand would slowly raise to the hilt of my blade, tugging it swiftly thereafter to draw out my katana.
Flash – Even amidst your greatest enemies, Raitora, you have this sanguine aura about you. . how is it that you feel no fear!?
“I do feel fear okuto. . but it does not approach me very often..”
The mizukage was too far away to have seen this gesture as anything lethal, let alone directed at him, but with a murderous silence I chose to allow him the freedom to decipher this message for himself. Horizontally I would erect the blade with an outstretched arm- pointing directly in view of the mizukage as a symbol of my nindo- I lived by the sword, and I would die by it as well.
Eyes would open wide to the words spoken from the mizukage –
"I imagine you're simply here because it is commonplace for sharks to smell blood in the water."
“. . . .”
Though his words may not have been designated to withdraw such a virulent rush through out my body- it had done just so. My body would have stood motionless in response; burgundy hues never leaving his position. Whatever it was I’d thought of saying in retort would halt, the sound of a gulp emanating my throat would have personified my consternation. . but why? Was it because I was still unsure of who he was? Maybe I was just unsure of myself. . and how quickly I’d changed from having survived the exams. Though seemingly mischievous in every way one thing was for certain about this new mizukage- he held the power to cease even the most minimal of thoughts coursing through my mind. I’d become less tense in the result of everyone else having introduced themselves – stepping into the imaginary line I’d placed myself in as if agreeing with my decree of servitude.
“What now then, mizukage? We all stand here before you as soldiers of your army, but for what purpose?”
With an attentive leer I would make my way into a crowd of eager shinobi, and by the sound of my own heart – Thmp thmp, thmp thmp, thmp thmp, – I couldn’t say that I wasn’t as excited as everyone else. But… was it excitement that the others were feeling? Or was it fear?
"You should heed the words of the Mizukage and keep silent about giving away such information."
"I wouldn't approach him. . ."
Interesting. Was it not he whom had approached me from the darkness? – Claiming to have held no fear? Surely he would have swallowed his own words as I made my way past them all, past the front lines into direct view of our future leader. My eyes would fall upon a blue skinned man whom stood close to the mizukage. My line of sight would transition to the fallen shinobi whom looked to be somewhat unconscious beneath the feet of the shark looking fellow. Things had not changed after all – the rebellious few who chose a life of freedom would find themselves just like the mut before me, faced down in a kneeling position unconscious to the world around them – a result of the pitiful antics of the anarchist party. I had seen it all before, yet it never ceased to amuse me how anyone thought that rebellion was the key to a village survival.
“Kyodaina, Raitora at your service – mizukage sama..”
I would contort – kneeling to one knee as my elbow propped upon the other. The fist of my right would push into the ground to keep my poise stable and erect as I looked ahead of me. After such simple gesture I would rise- collecting my thoughts as a whole before speaking.
“Why have we been summoned here, mizukage-sama? If you don’t mind me asking.”
So I was being paranoid. My hand would joust downward allowing my blade to enter back into its hilt with the sound of a ‘click’ cooing out in its aftermath. It was strange meeting another shinobi here in this desolate plain, especially seeing as I hadn’t told anyone of my secret hideouts. Maybe it was fate after all that him and I met now in this time of urgency. My next goal was to join my brothers in the ranks of other Jounin but to do that first I would need to prove I could lead a team. Walking out of the partial shade I had been hidden in from the various trees lurking this providence my facial features would finally become known to the boy before me.
”Sometimes staying quiet is the best option, brother. It may save your life one day..”
I would say with a stern smirk walking up a few more feet reaching out my hand in order to greet the genin. My ways of analysis told me from the get-go that he was a genin because he hadn’t been wearing a chuunin tactical vest. Most shinobi who had been granted the rank were either wearing that or had already gone into the ranks of ANBU. With a passionate glow emanating from my burgundy optics I would stare straight into the optics of my adversary whom definitely needed a lesson in approach. After having reached out my right hand to this fellow I would continue my greeting with a formal essence beseeching my lips as I spoke out –
“Kyodaina, Raitora, nice to meet another shinobi of mist at such late an hour. .”
" So you are the one I've been looking for? The inverse in this world. . . . If I am yang then you must be the yin. heh, I must not be making any sense at all but I wanna see how valuable you are...... "
To my surprise I would be greeted by the voice of an incoherent child whom retorted rambunctiously to our meeting having been something like fate. He was a shinobi of mist and so my blade stopped short from an inch of being fully unsheathed – yet I still had my doubts about him. Within the hands of this ‘adversary’ a wooden item became present within the palm of one of his hands. Items of such low material grade did not need my full attention as I planned to respond to the elusive comment after having evaded the blade’s trajectory. In the wind my blood-painted hairs would sway as my words finally escaped.
“if you were looking for death then you came to the right place..”
I would say in warning to the stranger who had disturbed my train of thought. I didn’t necessarily like the vibe I was getting from him either which was the purpose of my paranoid reactions. Through speaking my stance would become still and ready for the opportunity to defend myself against a lunatic, if he even was one. I could only hope that his next response was well thought out because I wasn’t in the mood for any games and my stern gaze would personify that as I kept well hidden within a shadow only allowing my figure be partially seen. Impatiently I awaited to his retort with a calm aura exasperating my silhouette, wondering what would be the outcome of this strange meeting.
At awe my eyes moved to the luminous moon positioned overhead. I stood as my thoughts enticed to the thought of the power the moon held, even as a child. It would be great, at least in my eyes, to be that. . the object of significance holding not one inch of responsibility in this world yet wielding so much power beneath it all. Looking once to the palms of my white leather gloves I would think of what that meant - to be that type of object, something more sacred to this world in symbol than it was in thought. Mizu no sato was a place for men like me who found themselves idle within the swaying chaos thinking of foolish nonsense to pass the time.
The snapping of a branch littering the forest ground would alert me that I wasn’t alone amidst the crashing waves and I was not okay with this.
It was a reactionary movement at most, the transition of my left hand to the hilts edge on my favorite sword, as my senses arose to certain suspicions from the sound I’d just heard. Maybe I’m not the only one who likes looking at the ocean, calm down kyo..; I would think to myself, breathing slowly in reaction, giving whoever it was behind me the benefit of my doubts. No, I couldn’t, I would have to make my concerns certain, it was who I was inside. Turning to my right I would speak aloud as my left hand, shielded from view, slid upon the back of my blades hilt in attempts to pulling it out silently whilst making sure to appear calm in the eyes of whoever it was.
My eyes, those burgundy shells, stayed positioned upon the breaking waters which rushed every-which-way breaking what little of the soil that mizu no kuni still had. Some of that water would splash up and hit directly upon my face, spotting little upon my see-through black glasses I chose to wear for style. Locks of red shielded me from most of the moisture spouting up around my figure and it reminded me somewhat of fighting alongside my brothers in the sea. My affinity to futon made my face somewhat of a rag to any type of natural debris the world had to offer. . and I was just fine with that. Underneath the leather gloves positioned neatly around my hands I’d make two fists, adjacent to either side of me as I rekindled every thought from seven years ago positioned around the war ravaging my homeland.
Watching melancholy to the crashing waves I awaited. .
Instead of a reply I was given a silent cold stare emanating from every figure in the room. This made me somewhat aggravated but I wouldn’t let it get the best of me – I was an idol now in a superior title, or so I allow myself to believe. “IM HUNTING DOWN THESE ROGUE NINJA. IF THEY HAVE TERORRIZED YOU IN ANY WAY I CAN BE OF SERVICE IF YOU LET ME KNOW..” “WE AIN’T SEEN NO DAMN NINJA. ALL OF YOU FUCKERS CAN GET OUT OF TOWN IF YA ASK ME!’ a sly remark would cut off SEISHIN – something that irritated him even more than when someone was being impolite. All the person would receive was a gaze of sheer aggravation.
“THE NEXT PERSON WHO GIVES ME A SMART REMARK IS GOING TO END UP TASTING THEIR OWN BLOOD. .” I’d say to break the laughter and chaos rambling about in the bar. I had had enough of the disrespect I was receiving – and I wouldn’t tolerate it when I was trying to do them the favor. “ HAVE YOU OR HAVE YOU NOT SEEN ANY MISSING NINJA ACTING ASTRAY?!” I’d say in a final outburst – my tone adverting into one of authority. The room fell silent once more but not from hiding, but from fear. “THEY ROAM ABOUT IN A FOREST NOT TOO FAR FROM HERE. I HEAR THEM THERE EVERY NIGHT” a voice from the back would say.
Our feet drug trails from the gates of mizu no kuni for hours on travel. The two brothers had caught up to my position after a good hour of sprinting behind me. While they played in their game of speed my eyes frantically motioned over every detail that we had encountered – one being a distinct trail into another portion of the woods manifesting this part of town. I wouldn’t let it slow me down, however, as it was close to the restaurant. Our strides would come to a restless halt and as we regained our normal breathing patterns stares of the townsfolk would begin to rain down on us like arrows from archers. I didn’t allow it to bother me but the two hyuuga seemed to take offense.
“IT’S NATURAL. THEY DON’T LIKE SHINOBI..” I’d say to re-advert their senses away from becoming angry. After a few minutes or so of standing outside of the restaurant I’d finally get the courage to walk on in past the few strangers who hadn’t stopped staring. My entrance seemed pretty fast compared to the slow-moving atmosphere clouding the room. “I DON’T MEAN TO DISTURB YOU ALL BUT, HAVE YOU SEEN ANY ROGUE NINJA HERE LATELY?” I’d say to portray my image as the protagonist. The last thing I wanted was for all these men to gang up on me and the two genin. If anything I wanted to handle this as
Although that didn’t seem plausible now it was missions like this that made me think so. If this was going to be the only thing fueling me then I was glad to accept that mental imprisonment. I would stop before the gates of mizu no kuni – looking back to the hyuuga boys before proceeding through them. “GLAD Y’ALL COULD KEEP UP” I said with a smile trying to keep my breathing at a minimal. They were also short of breathe as I kept on pursuing my retort. “THE LAST KNOWN LOCATION IS THE SHI FU RESTAURANT NEAR THE OUTSKIRTS OF MIZU NO KUNI” I’d finally say before taking a moment to catch my breathe.
“UNDERSTOOD RAITORA-SENSEI” one of the brothers said in a calm manner bowing to me in respect. I simply nodded to his gesture and proceeded on to walking to the village guards. “WE’RE ON A MISSION TO HUNT DOWN THOSE TRIO OF MISSING NIN, REPORT THIS TO THE KAGE THAT IF WE ARE NOT BACK BEFORE TOMORROW TO SEND AFTER US” I would say as a final notice. I would motion to the two hyuuga as the gates opened before us – my stride returning back to a swift pace as we edged nearer to our point of investigation. It was going to be a different journey from here on out, not too many people was pleased with the shinobi nations nowadays.
It had crossed my mind that it may have been them who were the missing shinobi, but no, it wasn’t really possible at this point. Most of my comrades had fallen in my very own eyes in the chaos of the war. It was odd that I induced other memories to bring plausible escapes to their deaths, still having hope in the back of my mind that it was all just an illusion. Nonchalantly my gaze stared into the horizon as my body moved like a ghost throughout the streets of mizu no kuni. The sun had only just awakened and I would use this light to my advantage in tracking down the missing ninja. After all ~ It was the first step into becoming a Jounin-Commander or officer.
Their last known location was at a restaurant not too far from the outskirts of mizu no kuni. This meant that they were on the run, possibly, so I had to keep at a good pace if I was going to ever catch up to them. My eyes slid backwards, behind me, as I made loose turns down alleyways as shortcuts towards the village gate; I also had to make sure those two hyuuga were following me. My burgundy optics would meet with theirs seldom as I gazed back – the strength of their dojutsu still amazes me till this day. Its no wonder kids their age had surpassed me at an even younger time. I wasn’t jealous, though, become someday still I’ll become the master of wind and possibly the wielder of a great power.
My voice was calm but very spirit-crumbling to any of the few who thought I was ‘cool’. ‘Cool’ got you killed – and it would be the first thing they’d know if they paid any less attention. My goal was simple, to keep these two nitwits safe whilst completing my mission, and as a chuunin ranking official – show them what its like to be on a real mission. I hadn’t made it out of the chuunin exams for good looks, and that would be something these two would see firsthand. First thing was first though, I needed to think up of a plan. The two hyuuga brothers before me would salute me and afterwards I would turn to run towards the inner city of the village into the country of water as I thought of my next move.
Although I had crumpled the piece of paper I still knew my areas of weakness. They had three possibly C ranked shinobi, maybe even more lethal, and I was stuck with a crowd who’s chakra pool was as low as mine or even lower. If I wanted to become a true shinobi that would have to be one of the first things to change about me. Hair like a phoenix blazingly jousted outwards towards my back as I rushed through the city passing by the city dwellers. I hadn’t really given much thought to running around the city like I used to in those years before I had been to the exams. Realizing now how fun it was brought back soothing memories of the friends I used to have.
I didn’t really know what I was thinking as I took that mission slip. My eyes had barely even touched the wording or scanned by the direct subject of the objective of the mission until after having exited the mission headquarters. “Damn..”, my usual response to having fucked up in situations like this. I don’t know why my nerves become startled in enclosed spaces, it made me look hesitant and paranoid as I brought it up to the receptionist. My nervous ways had birth from living in a household of strict punishment. Although I hadn’t lived that lifestyle for over eight years now it still seemed to hold somewhat of a hand over my shoulder in society.
The mission note would become crumpled in my hand as I met with a group of investigating shinobi, a young duo of brats. They were all of genin ranking – training to become ANBU at young ages to progress quicker into the ranks of their fathers. I held no grudge to society like their predecessors, but I did want to push my limits further. I needed to get my name out there somehow – completing missions was one of the better ways. Its all me and my other teammates as a genin used to worry about, it must have meant something even back then. My ruby-red eyes settled eagerly upon the batch of genin accompanying me along the mission. Before making my presence known I’d cough to assert the attention of the mingling group towards me.
This is the original account - the account was deleted and brought back. The account character was approved and whatnot but I created it again so I wouldn't have to go through the transfer process again. Also - the math for the techniques is right. That B ranked technique had a D and C before it - I didn't put it as a multi-ranked but I will do so now.