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1Until we meet again (Private/NK) Empty Until we meet again (Private/NK) Thu Mar 24, 2016 4:53 pm

Tenmei

Tenmei


D-rank
She could tell she was being followed
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As soon as the young female crossed the border in to the peak coated land of Kumogakure, she knew they would be following. Those ashen faced creatures with their silent footsteps gliding over stone, scattering rubble over the cliff side. Climbing. looking, searching with their hands, eyes, thoughts, grasping for some form of reasoning of why this stranger would be trespassing on their land. What was she carrying? Where was she going? How far would the let the woman creep in before they barricaded her path? What was stopping them? Why now?.... Why? It didn't matter. The Sotsuji didn't know and she was certainly beyond caring. Whether they continued to stalk the silent female or start readying their attacks like cautious soldiers, the special jounin carried on. With her steely silver gaze, peering sharp from behind the mask, out towards the road before her and the heavy black cloak protecting the delicate cargo in her free hand; Tenmei Sotsuji made her way to the place where the dead lay in hopes to be remembered... to the place where her friend and ally had been put to rest for the final time. The Arbiter's ground... To him.

"If you have something you want from me...." The female said quietly to the world around her. Her stern voice almost cracking from the strain. As if she had been crying....screaming though no one would have heard a thing.
"Then be swift and say so. or leave me be. My business here will not take long"

Some say, that there are a few levels to grief. Tenmei had experienced them enough to know that it was true. First, it was the heart stabbing shock. The news that hit so hard, and so fast and so painful that it doesn't feel real. You are just imagining it. Its not true. It must not be...sure. But then again.... why would cause yourself such agony by making this up. What did you do? And then you get angry. You get so furious at the world, at other people, at them that you feel like you are going to explode. But that is nothing compared to the hate that you feel towards yourself.... and the choices you made. The amount of loss that could be spared if one tiny little seemingly insignificant thing changed' then it never would have happened. If you were there. If they were here. If you stayed.  Well... there was no changing it now. It happened. They are gone. And you are all alone. You just had to accept it.

Tenmei had to accept it.

It was not easy. The walk from Suna. Traversing through desert and mountains, watching as the sand below her feet hardened in to stone... before giving way to water and steep inclines.  And yet, she barely rested. Her body was tired, her mind exhausted but her feet just kept carrying her on wards. So though she may have been too tired to fight, to argue and run away from the feeling of being watched; Tenmei would keep walking until she was standing in front of the neatly engraved tombstone, flowers in hand, hidden tears stinging back of her eyes. And the weighted burden of accepting fate hanging with the coat around her shoulders. Only then, would she choose to rest before leaving this place. This chillingly familiar place. All the surrounding clouds, the pale foggy bite to the air. It reminded her of a home she would rather forget. The young female wasn't ready to be here yet. The Sotsuji would complete her task and leave.

And so, with repeating thoughts clouding her mind, the female would continue on. One foot after the other, step by step following only her instincts... her memories until she reached the place she had only visited once before. And it had not changed. The arena was still sitting there empty, anxiously awaiting the next event. Tomb stone from times long before she was born scattered about the area. The carvings, the statues, the vast contrast between the newly buried and the long since rotted. One by one she passed them by, searching for the only name she would recognize. Genko, Binsu. Her traveling companion, her ally.... her friend.
And there he was. It happened all over again.
Those same set of stages flashed through her system so fast that for just a second, the female lost control. Her heat slipped just enough that the stems in her hand browned at the tips... that the air around her rippled with a flash of unexplained heat. The special jounin couldn't hold it in too much longer. Seeing the disturbed ground, yet to settle, the name still crisp in the stone. The near withered flowers still resting at its base.... memories flooded her mind and she reached in to her cloak to place the desert lilies with the others before they were burned away.

All that was left... was the goodbye. But the words never came.
Instead she looked up and around her, the snowy white of the mask almost glowing beneath the shadows of her hooded cloak. The voice that then followed, was so strained, so tired and fractured that she barely recognized it has hers. And it was speaking different words. Maybe she wasn't ready to say her goodbyes just yet....

"You have some nerve.... I will ask once more. Show yourself or leave me be. I am not in the mood to fight. So just.... what do you want?"

And then leave me alone.

Alone

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2Until we meet again (Private/NK) Empty Re: Until we meet again (Private/NK) Mon Mar 28, 2016 4:44 pm

Binsu

Binsu


D-rank


What’s more insulting than ending a man’s life? Giving him a false name and forcing him to live with it…

The name ‘Han’ was a slap to the face from the Raikage, and the false identity behind it left an embarrassing mark across the swordsman’s pride. Everyday the Sannin woke up with an ever-growing hatred towards the young man who had damned his future with the mock-identity ‘Han’, though this was also the same man he was inclined to answer to based on his local political status and rank. A sickening feeling climbed up to his awareness each time he heard the false name uttered in-place of his own, much worse when the Raikage himself was the culprit. The swordsman was forced to live under the shadow of a lie: whatever deeds he accomplished for his nation, good or bad, would forever be historically discredited to the parody-name 'Han'. Binsu was not a virgin to nicknames and forged aliases; heck his identity was often always deliberately misrepresented during ANBU-related missions and tasks, however such literal smokescreens were never as permanent as a completely new identity. Painful to say few people knew enough about the real Binsu in order to pick him out of the fake Han. The resemblance was there, but the attitudes and demeanor of the two characters had just the right amount of differences and similarities to discourage the thought of the two identities belonging to the same host. Sanosuke had made sure of it. The Kage kept tabs on the Sannin’s reputation throughout the village and saw to it that he’d be properly ‘dealt with’ should he suspect the man of alluding his true identity to any of the other villagers. A fake grave was even dug up to make the death of the infamous Binsu that-much-more convincing, though it lacked the presence of any flowers that would prove the man buried beneath it had any friends or family who actually cared for him at the time of his death. Yes, the lie everyone grew to accept as ‘Han’ was carefully planned out and reinforced into the world through such small details as a fake grave and a forged historical background, however the very evidence the Kage had proposed to support the one-eyed swordsman’s death was ultimately a crack in the glass castle-of-a-lie. Simply put - the body in the grave wasn’t Binsu’s…

...but why would Binsu go along with the lie even in places where he knew Sanosuke had no eyes in?

Whilst a slap across the face hurt the victim indefinitely, it left a greater mark on their loved ones’ faces. Binsu yielded to the name Han because he didn’t want his friends and family to suffer because of the reputation under the history of the former identity. Sanosuke was more than prepared to send the real Binsu into the grave in which his false, decayed counterpart now lay in - which would have surely eradicated his chances of ever seeing any of his loved ones again - but a heart-felt promise and an overdue apology sent the decoy to rot in the ground in his place. The redemption was hardly sincere, nor was it cheap: although it had given the Sannin a second chance at living a normal life once more, it had cost him the very thing he had in mind when begging for redemption. Under his new identity as Han, none of his old friends could know who he truly was. His new character restrained his will to seek out his mother and either of his brothers. He couldn’t update his international allies of the status of his health and he could never share his true history with anyone that the Kage didn’t approve of. The swordsman could only imagine the size of the hole his absence had created in the lives of his old allies and comrades. The mental isolation he had thus-far endured had only recently been intensified by the news of his younger brother’s death. Toikaro Genko, a considerate boy who had grown to physically resemble their father more-so than his elder brothers, had unfortunately passed away only a month before the Sannin’s birthday. The heartbreaking news had been delivered to Binsu’s old address, which Han often visited in his spare time for the sake of reminiscing on old times. He wasn’t told how his brother had died, though he had been given details about the specific location at which his body had been buried. One day he hoped to visit his brother’s grave, however today he would be visiting his own. For the first time.


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It’s true, Han had been shadowing the kunoichi’s movements ever since she had set foot within his village’s domain, however he had deliberately done so so carelessly as to invite the lady’s suspicion. He wanted his ghostly presence to steal her attention away from the grave she was heading towards, though he feared he might have made it far too obvious to dismiss as paranoia. "If you have something you want from me...." the female quietly spoke out to her surroundings, though most likely indirectly aiming her words towards her stalker. She spoke with a stern voice, laced with a distinctive cracking tone which said something about her restrained emotions. "Then be swift and say so. or leave me be. My business here will not take long". From the way she traced her path with her signature step, and from the physical appearance she modeled through the village in, Han could almost swear this figure was none-other than his old friend Tenmei. The swordsman couldn’t be too quick to judge her identity, as to avoid sharing his true identity with the wrong set of ears, however he was almost convinced it was her when after darting her gaze from tombstone to tombstone and waltzing by unfamiliar graves she stopped at the one he was hoping to scare her away from. The one tombstone that had his name engraved on it. The one that guarded the grave of his anonymous decoy. "You have some nerve.... I will ask once more. Show yourself or leave me be. I am not in the mood to fight. So just.... what do you want?" she spoke out once more, this time in a far more insisting tone than before. ‘You never did change Tenmei. You are just as prideful as you were then,’ the Sannin thought to himself, as he came out from the shadows he once lurked within to officially announce his presence.



Flashback:

"Are you planning on stopping me also? Because I assure you stranger, not even your armour can protect you forever…”

"Who do you think you are…?”

"Standing there and calling me weak...you know nothing…”

‘I want to know you, Tenmei…’

End Flashback

 


Han approached the kunoichi from behind, his gloved hands tucked into the sleeves of his royal-blue kimono. Across his neck he wore a thick, loose golden necklace and a much-larger and heavier gold-plated necklace rested over the upper part of his chest. A black hair band with a pair of golden tags was worn over the center of his head. His Hada no ken swords was loosely sheathed across his left waist and covering his feet were a pair of socks that were tucked into his wooden sandals. Unlike Binsu, Han didn’t cover his right eye with an eyepatch: a pair of blue contact lenses masked the appearance of his one-eyed doujutsu. Han also had shorter hair and smiled more often than his counterpart. The Sannin also spoke with a much softer tone than the ‘deceased’ Jounin and at a slightly quicker pace. He’d come to stop right besides the kunoichi, though he’d fix his eyes on the headstone before them, even when addressing the figure beside him. “Death is far more painful for the loved ones of the victims than the victims themselves, for it leaves an incurable wound in the soul which can only be felt by the living. But to refuse to let go of the dead is like to continue poking that wound with a stick,” Han would speak out in a calm and collected tone-of-voice. He wanted to tell Tenmei that he wasn’t dead, and that he was standing right next to her...but the words didn’t come. He was too overwhelmed by the sheer thought that someone had come looking for him.

Tenmei, the only remaining friend he had, had come back for him...

him...

3Until we meet again (Private/NK) Empty Re: Until we meet again (Private/NK) Mon Mar 28, 2016 11:33 pm

Tenmei

Tenmei


D-rank

“Death is far more painful for the loved ones of the victims than the victims themselves, for it leaves an incurable wound in the soul which can only be felt by the living. But to refuse to let go of the dead is like to continue poking that wound with a stick,

"If by wound, you mean the gaping hole in my chest.... It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter if it hurts. If continuing to poke and prod and stab away at that hole is what it takes to keep on remembering, then so be it"

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That was it. She had nothing left. One by one; the female had watched all the people in her life slip away. Ayakashi: She was her best friend, her sister.. the only one she could get close to. That was until she betrayed the young Sotsuji, abandoned her... and betrayed her once again. And that wasn't even the start. Mitsuo, Yuudai, Strafe. They were good friends too before they disappeared as well. No reasons no sign of 'sorry'. Not even a good bye. She just never heard from them again. Izanami: he died. Kichirou had probably long forgotten her by now. She would never forget the brave soul who saved her life during the war. All of them every one of them had fallen through her finger tips like the sands of Suna. And now... Binsu. The one who had walked her out of the shinobi's crumbling old life and travelled with her through the new one. Forgiving. Accepting. No matter what happened... he was gone. And all that was left of her was a ghostly dream and a hole in her chest about the the size of the burn in a swamp like forest.

And yet the tears never made it to the ground


Slowly.... slowly, she turned slightly to look at the man from beneath the shadows of the cloak, the mask to view the stranger. Keeping her head down in hopes that he didn't see the tears creep from beyond the base of her mask, down to the lower tilted corners of her lips before dissolving in to the ever growing heat that coated her skin.
It was almost cruel how similar he looked. The body shape and a similar look in his eyes. Tenmei could have sworn the tone of his voice was close as well but logic told her that this was not possible. There was no mention of a Genko being alive in the city, and the only people had ever heard of was the mising nin himself. And here she was, staring down in to his grave with the hopes she carried within the tattered remains of her clothing disintergrating to join the dry soil beneath her feet. It was over. He was gone. And the female who was once so sure of being Tenmei Sotsuji was completely and utterly, unfathomably alone. With no way of knowing what she would do next or where she would go.... if they would allow her to leave this place in one piece.

"Probably too late now... but I came to say goodbye to an old friend of mine. I should have said it back when we parted ways in Konoha, after a bad mission. But I didn't I.... I was angry. Not at him... never at him.
But I didn't say it...  I guess I am still not ready now either to be saying it"
Her demeanor didn't change. Only her stance did.... and only ever so slightly. Just a hand tightening around her knife. Her heat creeping out that little bit more. Her muscles winding tight like an animal about to pounce. Defensive and yet, dangerously ready.
"Now. I know I said I wasn't in the mood to fight....but I will if must. Are you here to arrest me.... like you did Wolfgang? I know someone was arresting all the kiri nin here. I just didn't know who. But seeing as you were the one to follow me here....."

What are you doing? What are you thinking? This is not why we came here. Tenmei?

She couldn't help herself no more than she could help the heat that started to flow from her pores like smoke from flames. Just being here in this place. Standing this close to him. Watching the inevitable right before her eyes and knowing that there was nothing she could do. The immeasurable amount of worthlessness that the special jounin faced down was all consuming. And oh yes. It was frightening the difference between what she desperately wanted to do and what she could do. What anyone in her position should do. And Tenmei wanted to do it all.
She wanted to break in to the Kumo prison and explode the walls with all the fire that burned through the hole in her chest, freeing the people she had once thought of as her own. She wanted to run to the top of the highest point in this country and scream out her utter frustration. And the fire born female wanted nothing more than dig her heat wave rippled arms in to the ground and embrace the rotting corpse of her last friend and tell him how sorry she was for letting him down.

Instead, all she could do was turn to him with her defiant sunset coloured eyes glaring through the mask. Her hands so tight around the knife at her side that she could feel the metal through the thick material that bound its handle.

"I won't ask you again, you have three choices. You can say nothing and try to kill me and leave me to rot with the rest of these faceless people. Take me in to questioning like you did with my former mission partner. Or..."
She could feel her voice failing, her well rehearsed bravado starting to lose it's grip. One way or another she would lose it. The Sotsuji wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer, but she would try. The only thing that was keeping her contained, emotionally, physically.... the only thing that was stopping her from raising the hell she had done in Suna was the mask keeping her true self secret and knowing that this was his resting place. So she kept going.
"...Or you can leave me here....leave me alone and forget you ever saw me in this place. It's your choice. Decide now"

No. Tenmei Sotsuji would continue to prod at the wounds a little longer because she wasn't ready. Not this time.

I will come back for you Binsu. I promise.

Im sorry

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4Until we meet again (Private/NK) Empty Re: Until we meet again (Private/NK) Tue Apr 05, 2016 1:56 pm

Binsu

Binsu


D-rank

...and she hadn’t changed a bit; still as passionate as ever and still the ultimate parody of his sedate disposition.  


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Binsu had always admired the young woman’s pious composure, for it was something he never saw in himself. He envied her extensive palette of emotions and marveled in the way she easily took things to heart, which shouldn’t have been mistook for her volatility. She was as strong and witty as she was loving and caring, though the swordsman’s insufficient quantity of the latter pair of attributes often lead him to misjudge the Kunoichi as fragile and somewhat predictable. The bitter truth was clear as ice: she had everything he lacked, and perhaps even a bit more. As a kid Binsu had never been comfortable with publicly expressing his true emotions past a smile or a frown. He knew how, but he couldn’t understand why a lot of people did it. It puzzled his mind to think of a woman shedding her tears over a broken relationship, though not as much as it perplexed him to see a grown man openly declaring his rage towards his son who’s struggling to ride a bike on his own. He could understand the somber mood of a funeral and the ecstatic atmosphere at any wedding, but he couldn’t understand why people chose to exaggerate their emotions past the expected frowns or smiles. Did it require more than sympathy? Empathy, perhaps? This was part of the reason why he had stopped the fiery kunoichi that day. Why he had saved that beggar's life.



Flashback:

“You don’t want to do that…” Binsu interrupted the lady’s act. A flicker of light, that had reflected off of a metal object in the corner of his eye, had captured his attention. He moved slowly towards it, curiosity overwhelming his natural tendency to mind his own business. Within seconds he had reached the scene, and there before him was a young man who didn’t look much older than himself, laying down across the floor with an aggravated lady pressing down on top of him. She had the man suppressed: it seemed as though she was slowly forcing her free hand into the man’s chest. From behind Binsu couldn’t see clearly what she was doing to him, but he could tell it was causing the man a lot of pain. “He’s not worth your time and energy, save your rage for your true enemy,” he said that day, though today he couldn’t be sure he would have said the same thing if he were given the chance to re-live that particular event.

"That man is a coward and a bully.
What is he to you, that you ask me to spare him?"

Binsu gave the woman an answer that day, but it was slightly different to the answer he would have given her today. Like then, the man’s life didn’t matter all that much to him. There was no relationship between them. However, today he wouldn’t have simply pointed out how in the end it had been her own decision that had ultimately spared the man’s life. What had spared the man’s life that day had been the kunoichi’s latent compassion.

"You appear to be emotionally unstable, I appear to lack emotion. You and I...need each other to achieve mental equilibrium.”

*He needed her passion…


End flashback -




"If by wound, you mean the gaping hole in my chest.... It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter if it hurts. If continuing to poke and prod and stab away at that hole is what it takes to keep on remembering, then so be it"

*and she still had it…

Han could feel the kunoichi’s pain through her words; by the way she forced herself through every vowel and consonant and by the way she described how it felt. He could tell his absence was slowly eating away at her life. His death was slowly provoking her own, and it’d only be a matter of time before the inevitable occurred. A small part of him wanted to smile forever, because some stranger had managed to love him so much despite his placid demeanor and uneventful life. A larger part of him wanted to strangle the Raikage to death for essentially killing him off and forcing him to live a different life. For the first time ever the swordsman’s emotions were at war with one another, desperately fighting over control of his facial expression. Amidst all the internal madness he could now sense the kunoichi’s piercing glare, desperately probing at his peripheral in demand of his attention, but he wouldn’t succumb to the calling so easily. “It’s suicide,” were the only words that escaped his mouth, before he edged himself closer towards the headstone of ‘his grave’  - making sure he stepped alongside the grave’s belly as opposed to across it - and further away from the kunoichi’s glare. Complete with a  focused stare at the stone’s inscription, as to exaggerate his apparent curiosity of her deceased friend. From the back of his head he heard the kunoichi speak in a calmer tone than before, saying, "Probably too late now... but I came to say goodbye to an old friend of mine. I should have said it back when we parted ways in Konoha, after a bad mission. But I didn't I.... I was angry. Not at him... never at him.
But I didn't say it...  I guess I am still not ready now either to be saying it.”

That mission had taught him a lot about his fearsome friend.

Binsu gritted his teeth, but Han suppressed the gesture and masked it with a short “hm,” but then the bomb suddenly dropped. "Now. I know I said I wasn't in the mood to fight....but I will if must. Are you here to arrest me.... like you did Wolfgang? I know someone was arresting all the kiri nin here. I just didn't know who. But seeing as you were the one to follow me here....." ‘How did she know?’ It didn’t matter how she knew, she knew. ‘What else did she know?’ One could only speculate. Tenmei was by far the last person he wanted to have to explain the Kiri nin kidnappings to, much less before he had revealed to her the truth behind his death. For a moment or more Han’s conscience was transfixed on the many ways that he could have addressed the kunoichi’s question without giving away his true identity, though after he had finally collected his thoughts he realized that he had only paid enough attention to the kunoichi’s follow up comments to hear the last two words. “Decide now"

“I followed you here because of your mysterious appearance,” the Sannin started, though even he didn’t believe in his own lie. “Even if some Kiri shinobi were taken under custody by our officials, I have faith that it wasn’t for anything less of a good reason, but that is just my opinion. Biased as it may be.” An overwhelming wave of guilt washed over the swordsman’s psyche and a storm of shame followed soon after. Not only was he prolonging his best friend’s agony and grief, but he was also adding fuel to the lie that had been set upon him by the putrid Sanosuke Flynt at the cost of his reunion with the only true friend he had left. “But no,” he continued. “...I haven’t the authority nor the will to arrest you. But tell me, if you knew about the Kirigakure shinobi arrests, why would you risk getting arrested yourself just to visit a dead man? Who was he to you? This...Binsu person…” It felt weird to say his own name aloud and for the first time in months.

5Until we meet again (Private/NK) Empty Re: Until we meet again (Private/NK) Thu Apr 07, 2016 5:37 pm

Tenmei

Tenmei


D-rank
Cruel. Conflicting. Consequences

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This had to be a test. Surely it was. There could be no other reason. There was no other way. The only possible, plausible... logical way that the female could be here in this place, in this moment, standing before the lifeless grey washed tomb stone of her only friend, facing down a stranger that reminded her of the very individual she had lost; was because someone was testing her. Something was pushing to see what she would do in this situation... but they would only see her fail. Because even now, Tenmei Sotsuji had not a single damned idea about what she would do now. Not a single clue other than just give in to the one thing that every fiber of her being desperately wanted to do. What that sweetly persistent voice inside wanted her to do. No....  No. There was a reason why her people were so closely tied to their element. Because not only did their skin... their chakra run hot. Their passion....their temper was just as fierce as their flame. So when the tears had all but evaporated from their flesh and the superficial stinging sunk down in to a deep, throbbing ache; the only thing that would remain; would be their anger. A ferocious force spreading out from the agitated hole in her chest to the shimmering air around her.

But she would hold back. She would hold back for him.

The need to fight. The need to scream. The secret desire to release all she was holding back in to this unsuspecting country and walk away while the land still smouldered... the special Jounin kept it all tucked away while she just stood... and listened to what the male had to say. Watching him carefully, cautiously, while he replied with more questions for her to answer. It  was starting to feel like he didn't need to take her away to where ever these people were being held to interrogate her. It was happening right here. The simmering Sotsuji was quickly losing patience with this.

"Suicide?. A shinobi I used to know...." the person I used to be "... would have agreed with you. But that's a weak point of view to think that pain only leads to that level of suffering. No. It can go both ways. Pain can bring change.... it can make someone stronger, better."
The female paused to tentatively adjust the mask beneath her hood. Self consciously making sure that it was still there. That she was still that faceless, nameless individual; That the little candle burning beneath was pushed back far enough that she couldn't hear that little broken voice telling her to run and hide from this moment. Keep going until the memories cant find you through the flames she caused. That was not who she was anymore.
   "You shouldn't be surprised that I knew about what was going on here" the female continued, sensing a slight pause in his thoughtful reply. "Anyone who has lived long enough in the land of mist knows that their main export is Shinobi. And the fact that the Kage allows almost anyone to travel where they please provided its still in the name of their country... I am not as blind to see that there is not a single kirigakure ninja within these borders. And I am not stupid enough to believe that just anyone would be tasked with such a mission.... or am I wrong?"


“I followed you here because of your mysterious appearance,”

She didn't believe him. Tenmei wasn't even sure that he believed it himself. Even the person she was now could sense that that there was more to this.
There was a good reason for this drastic action? There was even a reason at all? It felt alien to her to defend the country that betrayed and broke the female, but she couldn't imagine something so absolutely devastating that this was the only course of action. No. People talk, rumours spread, and something else was going down. And it all started with the death and burial of her friend and ally, Binsu. The real question was; what was she going to do about it? Was the stranger she had become the type to act? Or was the old her that brought knife out from the folds of her cloak and allowed the heat that gradually started to claw it's way to the male's skin, more persistent than she hoped? The fire touched female was almost tempted to allow the mask to fall and see for herself.

But she still kept holding back

"Don't be so naive, your will means Nothing. You have no right to arrest me because I am no longer a ninja of kirigakure. I lost that title a long time ago. Back when he.... when he showed me that this world was bigger than the misty barrier in which I caged myself in. This dead man..." her covered features creased in to a frown at the bitter taste the words left in her mouth
"...It didn't matter what I did. He saw every part of me: The part that tortured and killed... the weaker part. Seeing this... knowing all. Genko Binsu: the man your Kage had unjustly murdered was the only one to accept all of me. And your people took that away"


That was it. It was decided. That wave of control, being held back by the fragile thin barrier of that cruel, conflicting confusion, burst through the walls of her skin and washed to taint the air around her with a temperature that singed away everything that came close. The hood that covered the crimson ivory mask and mass of tangled ebony hair was blown from it's lowered position, the material whipping back to reveal the scars and burns from everything she had endured since leaving him. Everything she had done....
Both stranger and familiar could no longer deny that the thing that caused her the most pain was not the prodding of the hole in her chest but the fact that she had carved this chasm herself. And while the pain was not driving her to suicide, it was not making her stronger either. It was making her angry. And the fiery female's patience had just run out. The time for words were over.

"ENOUGH" her voice echoed out through the wind whipping up around her and across the graveyard so even the dead might have heard.
"This interrogation is over. I am done with your questions. You want to know what Binsu was to me. He was everything I had left. And your people took that from me. You take the peace from my old home. You took it's people. And now you are standing here taking away the last moment I have with him. I dont care who you are or what your reasons for following me here. You better run or I will start taking things back......"

There would be no holding back this time. The heat came out at full force and if he did not do as she demanded... if this stranger didnt run as fast as he could away from this place the female would come at him with all the speed she could muster and drive the twin pointed blade in to his shoulder.
One last warning...

Leave me to be alone.

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6Until we meet again (Private/NK) Empty Re: Until we meet again (Private/NK) Sat Apr 09, 2016 4:28 pm

Binsu

Binsu


D-rank

She knew him well...too well.

Binsu could see the flames of anarchy slowly cooking her up from the inside. Her fiery red eyes a window to another side of her - a chaotic side - instinctively piercing through his lies and smokescreens and seeing him for who he truly was. The truth burned deep within her conscious and her overall attitude radiated  suspicion. She knew, to some extent, that Han was much more than he wanted her to believe, but she hadn’t quite exposed him. Rather she kept insisting on his departure as though she couldn’t stand his very existence. Her words were sharp: "Don't be so naive, your will means Nothing.” She hated him, almost as much as he hated himself, for holding back the truth from her for so long. For lying to her. Her words stabbed at his conscience and repeatedly jerked the wound about, painfully making the hole bigger and bigger. Making it that-much-harder to ignore, and that-much-harder to heal. Binsu glared at ‘his’ grave’s headstone for most of her speech, eyes slightly watering up as a result to the wind’s harsh brush against his pupils, or so he had himself believe. His breaths became fewer and deeper, his muscles were tighter than ever and  his lips had dried up. Sanosuke had killed him, and now his death was slowly killing her too. Every word from her felt like a shot at his heart, “You have no right to arrest me because I am no longer a ninja of kirigakure,” and there was the tip of the arrow. 'She, left?'


“I'm tired of the rain and the mist and the water touched people. I'm leaving this place now and Im not coming back, so if you want to, follow me now through these gates. If not... then this is goodbye..." ‘...I didn’t think you’d actually do it’

‘...then this is goodbye’

'....goodbye’

'I don’t want to say goodbye, i’ve said too many goodbyes and not enough...not enough hello’s. Please, please say hello...Say hello to me!!”

A war was taking place within his mind, a battle between powerful emotions and his sanity was the final frontier. Binsu couldn’t explain it. It felt like hell. It was hell. It all hurt too much, and he couldn’t stop it. ‘Why can’t i stop it? How do i stop it?’ The swordsman had never lost a fight before: even at the brink of death he’d sacrifice all he had left if it meant he’d leave the battleground as the only victor, though he had never been pushed to such extremes. He couldn’t fathom the very idea of being too weak to do something, though it must have felt something like what he was feeling now. There was an intense burning sensation in his throat that he couldn’t ignore nor stop. His blood pressure was increasing by the minute and his eyes weren’t drying up. Breathing became a task and swallowing a challenge - he couldn’t loosen his fists and he couldn’t separate his teeth - he didn’t know what was happening, but he knew she was helping it. Sanosuke had planted a seed of guilt within his conscience and her words were watering it. If he hadn’t died, she wouldn’t have felt alone. If he hadn’t died she probably wouldn’t have left her village. If he hadn’t died, she wouldn’t be hurting. She wouldn’t be burning up.

‘Wait, she’s...burning up?’

"ENOUGH. This interrogation is over. I am done with your questions. You want to know what Binsu was to me. He was everything I had left. And your people took that from me. You take the peace from my old home. You took it's people. And now you are standing here taking away the last moment I have with him. I don’t care who you are or what your reasons for following me here.” Her emotions were manifesting her chakra. Her body was literally heating up, burning up, so much so that he was beginning to feel the warmth of her body radiating onto his skin. “You better run or I will start taking things back......" Binsu knew her too well. That burning sensation, he had experienced it twice before. Once when they first met and another time when they went on a mission together...

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"Binsu listen to me.. Trust me. You need to stop this. I am not going to fight you. The only person you need to attack is her.  The imposter who is standing there and twisting your words. She ambushed me." Words, more useless words. Did they not know he had gone deaf? The kunoichis pleaded their identities much in the same way as the other, begging the now-subconsciously-controlled swordsman to listen to the voice of their reasoning, albeit unaware of the uselessness of their attempts.

"THAT'S ENOUGH"

That word, ‘enough’...It was a sure-fire sign that she had snapped. She had said the same thing once, right before she let her emotions out. Right before the phoenix engulfed her senses.

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Like on the first day they had met, the kunoichi decided to come at the Sannin with a small bladed weapon in one hand and her body cloaked in a thin layer of heat. She aimed to stab the swordsman’s right shoulder, though the speed at which she moved made it easy for him to simply sidestep the attempt or even run backwards from it, though he didn’t end up doing either. The first time she had attacked him like this he had simply placed a mud clone in between he and the attack to not-only escape the hit but also trap her in the clone’s mass. If he used the same trick as before she’d definitely have all the evidence she needed to believe in his true identity. So…The Sannin kicked his legs against the ground and sent his body into a short, backwards slide away from the kunoichi’s stab. As he slid backwards he’d quickly regurgitate a large pool of mud from the back of his throat and spew it out towards the incoming kunoichi, aiming the jet of mud towards the center of her torso and sequentially changing its state to solid rock. Within seconds - should the kunoichi fail to evade the rapid spray of mud - the swordsman would have entrapped the kunoichi’s body in an upside-down, conical-shaped sculpture. In any case Binsu’s body would come to a complete stop roughly two meters away from where he would’ve formed the sculpture. “I don’t want to fight you,” he’d finally say to the kunoichi, knowing full well what he was capable of and how their fights had ended before.






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7Until we meet again (Private/NK) Empty Re: Until we meet again (Private/NK) Mon Apr 11, 2016 2:05 am

Tenmei

Tenmei


D-rank

How?

Everything made sense

Why was this happening again?

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Time. Once upon a time, she had thought that it was one of the only things that remained consistent in this world. Steadily persistent. Unwavering stable. Simply perfect. It didn't matter where you happened to be or when you were aware of living; the old clock on the mantle still ticked away with that same precise timing that it had always done. Keeping it's flawless pattern along side the eternally glowing sun that arched it's way across the skies. Yes, even when the world crumbled, burned and built itself up again, time still crept by along with every second, every minute every hour, every....
She was so... so very naive back then, believing in such concepts. In this cruel reality; time was not to be trusted. Pulling people in to it's mesmerizing beat, getting them lost in the hundreds of moments that could slip by so fast and then slowing down so they can linger longer in their mistake. It twisted and turned and bent around itself so often that even her volatile state seemed to be a safer ground than what this idea had become. In the end though, despite her now knowing, she still got tangled up in it's flow. She still got pulled in, tossed about and left to drift with the unpredictable swirling currents. It was too late to stop it now.


Faster


Tenmei couldn't stop herself. This moment where she stood, here, now, staring at her loss which mockingly glared right back; was fueling the anger. The spite she held for herself... for her choices, her failures. Her mistakes. It was that fury that then ignited the chakra inside her to spiral out of control. Swirling and storming and coursing through her entire being. Burning her from the inside out but making her stronger through the pain. This cruel sense of agony triggered her muscles in to propelling her forward within a second, heading straight for the individual that was caught in the peripheral of the misdirected rage. Her clan dagger in a white knuckled fist, hood back from her mask, cloak billowing out behind her like an ominous smoke cloud; this time didn't allow for logical reasoning, thought or that sense of control she could never quite reach. There was just here... now and the emotions, the heat and the consequences of this lapse in time. The female just came at him with the aim of piercing the twin pointed blade in through his shoulder that it didn't matter what was in her way, flesh, muscle, bone. She would make her mark....

~~~

There was something that happened a life time ago

“You don’t want to do that…”

"I could've shattered your bones then, do not pressure me into proving it"

It was so long ago now, it felt more like clear and vivid dream. These memories from another life. It was during the time when she had first left Kirigakure. Finding herself standing there at the border, smoke in her lungs and blood on her hands. She was so destructive back then... so damaging and chaotic. From blasting heat through the consistent mist that covered the village to throwing rocks in stilled water to cause ripples, the special jounin would do anything to disturb the level of calm that she could never quite reach. But then he appeared. The masked stranger. He had been so steady and composed. It didn't matter what she did or what she said, the older shinobi remained controlled with a poise that was only matched by the stone clone he had used to trap her with. A perfect replica made with chakra infused clay that he himself produced in a most peculiar way. A technique she had never seen before....

That jutsu..... those words

"...I’m not your enemy...”

"I will take my chances with you,"

~~~

Slower

Time shifted once again for the next few seconds, everything seemed to be moving at a qurtered pace. From the heavy footsteps that dug in to the loose top soil as she pushed forward towards the male to the speed that she dropped the knife and formed a single hand sign, releasing a fierce burst of heat; every fraction of every second seemed to drag out every toiling movement. So only the racing mind and erratic heart beat was able to keep up with the previous pace.
How? Everything had made sense? Why was this happening again?
She couldn't help the emotions that flickered across her features, as the memories played rapidly through her mind. Through her thoughts and feelings. What was she looking at? What was even happening? Was this stranger a genjutsu user and she needed to channel the build up in to a different kind of technique. It had taken her days to accept the news of her last friend's passing. It had taken weeks. And that wasn't even beginning to be okay with it. So why...... why do this to her now. Who would be so damned cruel as to test her to this extent? Why must she go through this again..... why?....Why?.....WHY? She wanted to explode.

Time seemed to correct itself.

The anger, the chakra... the momentum continued. Without slowing on a step, the woman ran straight in to the growing mass of mud as it started to form around her in what could have been a cone like shape. However, seconds before the earthen substance could consume her fully...breaths before it could solidify in to the same rock prison that had trapped her the first time; Tenmei expelled a sharp burst of fire that obliterated the mass in to a cloud of dirt and dust; and continued to run straight towards him. Faster moving. Slower heat. With one hand grabbing for his throat, the other coming for his chest, she used every ounce of chakra scorched adrenaline to push the male back against the mausoleum wall and attempt to hold him there while she looked him right in the eyes through the mask. Her hands hot to the touch but not burning..... not yet.

"Tell me who you are" she all but whispered, her crackled voice barely making it past the lump in her throat. Tears creeping out from the base of the slowly slipping mask "Just.... Show me your eyes. Sh....show me your scars. Tell me. Tell me... does the name on that grave match the person in... the person buried under there".

She could barely speak. She could barely breathe. Her thoughts skimmed so fast around her skull that she could barely put the pieces together. All she could think at the moment is what if? She remembered his eyes and the sound of his voice. The way his chakra felt when it arced across the searing skin of her ribs. She never could manage to lay a mark on her Sanin friend. He was always that much stronger than her. Than anyone. It's what made it so hard to believe what happened. No one could take down Genko,Binsu. He was the one person that she thought that no one could ever taken away from her. She had been wrong.... but what if... what if she wasn't. She had to know. Tenmei Sotsuji needed to know.  This little candle needed to know so she could either finally find if she was right... or finally find the closure she needed. If... she would ever forget it.

"Please just.... I need to...."


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8Until we meet again (Private/NK) Empty Re: Until we meet again (Private/NK) Sat Apr 30, 2016 1:03 pm

Binsu

Binsu


D-rank

It had happened before, history repeating itself. Binsu had pushed her this far before, only this time she pushed back with a much stronger force. Like a second wave resonating to the natural frequency of the water, she hit the wall harder each time it refused to break - until it could take no more. Her heat, that fiery force behind her volatile strength - fueled with all her rage and tamed only by her heritage - burst through his cage of stone moments before it had fully arrested her momentum. A cloud of dust surrounded the explosion and masked the disappearance of his cold creation. A figure dashed out from the smokescreen and latched onto the swordsman’s neck in the same time it took the man to slide back, just far back enough to  leave him standing only inches in front of the mausoleum wall. Her grip was hot and her temper was radiant. Her other hand came for his chest, but the swordsman reacted in time to catch it with his own. A troubled expression plastered itself across his face and his eyes were trapped in the kunoichi’s red glare. Gritting teeth made the burning sensation more bearable, albeit failing to remedy the overall situation. He had never stood so close to the kunoichi before; her feminine scent was alluring to say the least and her fair skin was a treat for the eyes. Tenmei had never looked more determined, more agitated...more confused. She was desperately looking for something familiar in this stranger, the one thing he was desperately trying to hide from her.


She wanted to see Binsu…

Why was he hiding from her?



~




Han looked shocked intentionally, though there wasn’t a shred of true fear in his heart. He didn’t want to be himself, his calm and collected self: it’d give away too much, just enough for her to uncover the truth. She held his body up against the wall and interrogated him, she had enough patience left for just that. "Tell me who you are," she demanded, but his lips maintained their sealed composure. It was eating her from the inside; the need for clarity, reassurance perhaps...or just the inability of never learning the truth. Han could sense a hint of suspicion in the way the woman phrased her questions. Like she already knew who he was, but wanted to know for sure. Her questions were closed-ended and should only have had one true answer, for each. "Just.... Show me your eyes. Sh....show me your scars. Tell me. Tell me... does the name on that grave match the person in... the person buried under there?" She could see his ghost - ‘Binsu’s ghost’ - in him, but she couldn’t sense a trace of his soul in the grave that lay behind her. And Binsu knew why.

The identity of ‘Han’ was a poor-excuses for a disguise; he looked too similar to the very man he was supposed to not be. He had the same height and build, his facial features resembled the ‘deceased’ swordsman’s almost perfectly, and he almost sounded like the guy and would have if he hadn’t changed its pitch to a higher frequency. He practically walked like Binsu, with a much quicker stride and his shoulders were always contrastingly elevated whenever he was seated. It was no surprise to Han then, that the kunoichi was having doubts about the supposed death of her loyal companion. After all, she was almost convinced that the grave in his name wasn’t truly his, and that someone else was buried under there in his place. Why else would she had asked about it? Curiosity? Such a specific question couldn’t have been credited to curiosity alone. Suspicion had a part to play in her uncertainty. And still he maintained this disguise. This evasive smokescreen. “No, that’s enough”.



~



Han’s facial expression flashed in the blink of an eye, and his once-fearful mask  was now hidden underneath a gentle smile and placid glare. His grip loosened on the kunoichi’s wrist and for once he could feel the full weight of his body falling limp into the woman’s grip. A wave of chakra pulsed through his tanketsu - originating from the chakra points in his head to those located in his toes - before changing the molecular structure of the Sannin’s body to that of mud. His neck would give in to the woman’s squeeze, allowing her entire hand to pass freely through it’s fluid mass. The Sannin would slowly pass around the lady’s mass, like water splashing over any solid object, allowing her body to phase through his own as he now walked over towards ‘his grave’. “I didn’t know where to start looking for you,” Binsu would finally say, breaking his month-long silence and finally dropping the last hint for his true identity.

He’d slowly waltz over to his fake grave, all-the-while addressing the kunoichi he was leaving behind, before fixing his gaze once more over the headstone that decorated his grave. "Not a single flower," he thought to himself, as he looked down upon the small mountain of soil, unreasonably disappointed at the plain sight. He saw his name engraved in the granite stone; a symbolic reminder of what had become of him. Dead and buried below the surface of a lie, the real Binsu felt so empty inside. The Sannin felt his heart sink into his stomach; the thought had returned, the thought of abandoning his friends. The thought of betrayal. That’s exactly how it felt. He felt as though he had betrayed Tenmei. He had once promised he would never leave her, but here he was desperately trying to hide from her. She was crying for him, feeling hurt by the lack of his presence and desperately searching for any little piece of him that was left. Anything she could take home in a jar and preserve...anything to hold onto. Anything at all.

All because of him. Sanosuke would pay. Binsu was far from dead, and now Tenmei knew it too.

“You were always so passionate, Tenmei, and it’s good to see that side of you again. Every side of you.” Han had lost his grip on the cover. Binsu had never felt more free. “Buried beneath this grave is a body, but it doesn’t belong to me. Everything engraved in that stone was fabricated to hide my existence...to humiliate me…and it worked. No man today has ever felt a greater shame, than the shame of living your life knowing that everyone around you thinks you’re dead. Knowing that no matter how much you want to write to your friends and family, you couldn’t. It  would mean your death. It would colour in the grey lie that’s keeping you alive. I never meant to abandon you, Tenmei, but I had to in order to save my country from the iron fists of a mad ruler.” A stream of tears rolled down from his left and right eyes, the first in years. Binsu the once-emotionless swordsman, had finally yielded to his heart’s passionate protest.




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Tenmei

Tenmei


D-rank
While time played it's game

Reality started to twist its way around the pieces.

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She didn't know anymore. How could she? Trying to piece together what was truly, actually there and what were just merely creations of a sadistic sense of wishful thinking; It was like running in circles. Racing around a track of her own footprints, coming back to the same questions, the same conclusions. The same doubts that had surfaced when first coming here.... It was too much. Time may have appeared to move on and resume its normal patterns, but in this moment...the twists and turns of this somewhat misguided reality; had only just begun to play it's part. And it was starting to make the young woman dizzy. It twirled and spun, and turned her logic and rationality around so fast and so many times that she was left to stumble down one of the only two paths remaining. That of which she knew.... and that of which her senses were begging.... pleading with her to follow. If only there was a sure way to tell which of those were the correct without following that same damned cycle. If only....


She kept trying anyway


There was no question in what she knew. It was the same as what everyone else had come to know. Genkou, Binsu, the legendary masked rogue shinobi had gone up against the Raikage, Sanosuke in battle, and had lost. He was defeated fairly and then murdered justly before they finally laid the missing nin to rest in the ground. Leaving the dull engraved tomb stone standing in his place with  the name marked across it's surface as clear as the clouded sky. And that was the end. It just didn't seem right It didn't feel right. None of it did. But that didn't matter, did it? It didn't make a difference that the young Sotsuji had always thought that killing this man would have been impossible. That he was invincible because he promised to always be there. But there was no way it could be true. After hearing the exact same story from every brown nosing gossip and the exact tale told by the regular shut ins and reclusive elderly; There was simply no way that every villager that the female had spoken to, would know the exact same lie and tell it flawlessly. No.... No. Her ally, her companion.... her friend; Binsu was dead. And this stranger here. The person staring back at her with fear in his eyes and breath trapped beneath the iron grip of her fingers... with tension so thick between them that she could almost taste it; he had just followed the female to ensure that she was not here to cause trouble and just found it himself any way. That was all. That was it.

It was done.

Binsu was dead



So why? Why? WHY?

Why did reality have to be so cruel?



Someone answer me. Help me... please?


How was he just standing there? Why was he looking at her in that frightened way? What had she done? What was she even doing? The female realized she must have been staring through blurred eyes too long, because the second her sight became too obstructed to focus, the shocked frozen expression before her suddenly disappeared. Vanished. Replaced by a mask that looked so familiar... so steady and flawlessy fitted.... that for a single, fracture in time, Tenmei could have sworn that the identity of the one within her sun like grasp, was the same as the one buried beneath their feet. And that someone out there, something had heard the screaming, and crying and praying.... and had granted her a single glimmer of mercy. Parading one last image of that one last bond, before tearing that last shred of sanity away and hiding it in a place she could never reach. At least, that's what she thought at first. But then it occurred to her....... ghosts couldn't be touched. They couldn't be held.... and they couldn't change their form from being a solid substance, to something that could easily slide through trembling fingers.


“I didn’t know where to start looking for you,”

For the longest time, she just stood there. Cooling eyes gazing up to the overcast sky, hand still poised against the mausoleum wall. She could still feel the earthly substance splashing up against her skin as it crept around and behind. She could still feel the traces of warmth against the chilled stone wall in front. The ebony haired female would never forget the feeling of watching the last shred of hope literally slip away.... falling away.... flickering out.....but only to be rekindled in to the quietly genteel voice echoing close by. A voice that she never thought would be heard in this life time ever again. And it spoke again.... and again.
The Sotsuji dared not interrupt it. Eyes closed to catch the tears, hand falling loosely at her side, she stood statuesque as her speeding mind struggled to process this new reality. The feelings. The questions. Why? Why would he try so hard to hide from her after everything they had been through? Was he ever going to reveal himself if he she had never shown up? What was so important in this village that he had to abandon her... had to break that promise? Could she forgive him? Would she?


Tenmei turned to face him


Without so much as a word, she walked over to the older male, and reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders. Embracing him tightly with the gentle warmth that somehow remained with one hand resting on his back to keep him close while the other carefully rested behind his head. Occasionally moving her fingers to stroke the hair there. The way normal people did when trying to comfort someone that they cared for. It was like this; that she stayed for the longest time. Until finally, her voice found its way to her tongue once more and then it was her turn to speak.

"Shame? Yes. You should be ashamed. And so should they.... but not for the reasons you think"
Carefully, the female pulled away slightly and tentatively tilted his chin up so he was looking at her straight in the eye. So that he could see the serious truth that lingered there within the fire in her gaze.
"It was a selfish thing that they did. Backing you in to a corner? Making you change your name, your face? They kept you hidden away in a little corner of the world with no way out? These people should be ashamed that they think they could have beaten the great, Binsu Genkou. And you should be ashamed that you couldn't see how wrong they were.
Look at yourself. These tears, this sadness. Regret. Pain. All these emotions. I've never seen your more alive. Don't you see. They didn't kill the entity known as Binsu. They just awoke Han, the other part of you"


The female stood back and gave him a moment to think about what she said. To consider the possibility that maybe she was right. Maybe they failed in their attempt to twist reality and restrict his time away from the village. Maybe.... that their attempt to snuff out one light, they just ignited another.
"I am so... so sorry that you had to go through this. But I am glad you held on. Remembering me... your family, your friends.... caring for the village even after it took everything from you....it means that despite everything. You were still there. You are still here. I knew you were too strong for them... you were too strong for me. Just... please.... you don't have anything left to prove. No more hiding. At least... not from me"


There was one last thing.. A thought that had been sitting at the back of her mind, on the tip of her tongue. Wanting and waiting since her own raspy broken words started to form in the silence. Maybe because, in a  way, she didnt want to say it because a part of her her already knew the answer. But the other, wanted to hear it anyway in hopes that it would give her the closure she had come searching for to begin with.
That other side of her was stronger, and so with an empty heart and a pit in her stomach the female reached up to wipe the tears from the males cheeks, hoping a slight smile would reassure them both.
"You're not going to come with me.... are you?" there it was, the words barely making it past the returned lump in her throat. "If I were to ask you to leave Kumo, to take back your old name and run away with me right now, would you do it? Or would you stay here? Whatever your choice, just know.... I will always try to find you"

Even after we have both left this world. I will keep looking.
I dont want to lose you again.

Please don't leave me alone with him


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But hope was not always something that happened straight away. That was something she had to learn. So the young female, instead, shook her head with that same sad smile and offered him two simple things.
The first: Was something the female pulled from a secret pouch within the cloak and placed in to his hand. A strange, tangerine coloured marble that seemed to encase frozen swirls of fiery chakra. Her chakra which gave off a subtle warmth that was akin to her own. The second: was a reprieve.

"No, its okay" she had said before he could answer. "You don't need to decide now. Take your time to figure out who you are. Just know that whoever you that is will still be my friend. Until then, keep the marble to remember me by. And when you are ready, we will find each other.

So until we meet again"

And with that, the female left her stranger friend with a gentle kiss to the forehead, before replacing her mask and pulling the hood back over her head. Becoming the unknown figure she had when first entering this country. It would be a while before the Sotsuji came back to Kumogakure. But when she did, hopefully, the next time she would leave, she wouldn't be alone.

~Exit Thread~

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Binsu

Binsu


D-rank
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