1 The psycho meets The confused[PRIVATE/NO KILL/REN] Sun Aug 10, 2014 8:11 am
Tsuneo
D-rank
Yosuke speaks with the voice of Hiroshi Kamiya
Raging sun and the flowing lake that reflected the sunlight, upon them was shinobi moving with extreme speed and ferocity, brutality in his eyes, merciless attacks sent all over towards the attackers, a couple of fools that decided to vandalize the peace of a psychotic psychopath, and oh are they going to pay for it, but still not the payment Tsuneo had in mind for his only one was death, but doing so would shame the one he serves and bringing shame was not what he had wanted, as always, his life was filled with violence, why had these punks attack him, well his pocket is quite pretty nowadays, his capabilities however have grown, drastically so too. the six punks threw punches and attacked him with elemental techniques multiple times, but dodging them while yawning lasted for a couple of minutes, until he had gotten sick, and decided to attack, he was as ferocious as ever, showing a slight bit of mercy, still the punks escaped with multiple breaks, at least twelve bones were broken in all of them, Tsuneo returned to the rock he sat on and spoke to himself reminding himself of not letting himself grow rusty, he needed to train, at least just hone his skills otherwise he'd lose out to others, he hates losing, and accepting it was an unacceptable matter, so there's no way of avoiding training, Tsuneo was far more harsh on his body than any other shinobi he new, under severe pressure , and difficult situations he was a top notch shinobi, those weaklings had come at the wrong time, it's been three days since he ever drank or ate something, he's training his endurance, and luckily he has been doing fine, nothing to worry about on his end, even after the punks attacked him, he was still doing fine, it was barely even considered a workout, his morning workouts were far more absurd than fighting six chunin leveled on an empty stomach. As he was sitting down the rock, gazing at the flowing lake, his eyes calm, but the insides of his head were as chaotic as could be, destructive and chaotic, the psycho was back to his destructive nature, he wanted to kill so bad, but he had to hold in his thirst for blood, and he was good at doing so, and while he might appear to be slacking off, he was not, he was training his endurance and his perception he was not the kind to slack off, well, not in training for more power, his target of revenge remains on his mind, his anger and rage remain his peacefulness collided with his psychopathic nature, in the end neither one of them won over, but instead they collided.
In the beginning he was merely a chaotic child, a dark loner, hating all the world has to offer, this nature had been given birth to by the chaotic events of his life, his darkness overwhelmed him, and as he began clearing up, a dream began shining in his darkness, to become Hokage, and protect everyone, but then, a mission dissolved his dream, he had to sacrifice his whole being for the sake of the village he had always loved, and as he completed that mission, his darkness turned him into blind sword swinging at whoever came close to him, he wanted nothing but death, the death of all of his enemies, mercy was not even a word in his dictionary, money blood, and sex was all he thought of, and he was known as the murder prince, but no one knew his appearance because who did see him, was killed, by none other than him, in the most gruesome fashion too, nothing but bloodshed was what made him happy, the young murder prince sought no pleasure in anything except killing, and then the war came and the murder prince, was never ever happier, he killed and murdered and bathed in blood of all that stood in his path, tortured them in gruesome fashion enjoyed pigs squeals that were forced out of their bloody mouths from their bloody throats, cutting limbs, removing intestines, dismembering limbs, removing livers, selling kidneys, bathing in blood, his world was a world o extreme hardcore gore, despite the murdered being rogues but he was far too gruesome, bathed in blood he went to a camp were he met soldiers their commanders, they realized the talent tainted in blood was a crucial one especially for their position in the war where they needed every man power they could gain.
Living, eating, and surviving with them, fighting with them, being protected and protecting them, it all affected his ill sick mind, and heart. He became a much more cheerful person, a peaceful one, he was far more peaceful than he ever was, he cared greatly for each friend and protected every loved one in his arms reach, and hesitate for not even a moment, he was far more compassionate and caring than ever, he found power in his passion, which strengthened him greatly so, he gladly risked his life in many dangerous situations, recklessness overcame him and idiocy, still he didn't care, and later on he met many other people, Yuudai one of the sanins in Kirigakure, and Daraku his brother in the aoi bara, and Sanosuke who's now the Raikage, and his master Shinobu, whom rescued him, and was with him during the attack on the hidden leaf, not ton forget the busty genin Oomi, and the sanin named strafe, then met up with the lord of the rose his older brother, whom he admires, proved his strength, and was asked to work under the current new Tsuchikage, Tsuneo at first didn't like him, but he turned out to be nice, and somehow he was similar to his older brother, Kajiya.
As he returned to the village of mist carrying gifts for the mizukage, as a mission from the Tsuchikage, and an order to train under the Mizukage, Tsuneo found himself with a huge burden, still nothing was too heavy for Tsuneo's teenager back, he delivered the goods and trained under the Mizukage gaining an immense amount of power, power he never thought was possible for him, he was a far more destructive and powerful, and while his inner conscious fought its own reflection both collided and both led to the birth of the true Tsuneo, the one whom never had a say in all disputes in the fight between himself, and his darker self. The gray colored Tsuneo was the true Tsuneo, the one given birth to after years of struggle in a personality disorder. The avenger was not a hero, nor the devil, or maybe he was both, nothing can be known as for now, but one thing is for sure, Tsuneo was no longer a weakling and he will begin moving, after finishing his business in Takigakure, he would seek out his vengeance, the young avenger would head to a bar where he began reading and listening and feeling everything around him enhancing his perception with no mercy, training to the maximum of his abilities.
In order to strengthen his abilities, he would multitask, and focus on other noises surrounding him all at once focusing at every word and perceiving every word from over twenty people at once, while feeling everything on the counter of the bar as it was touched, perceiving everything all at once, not showing mercy to his eyes he began reading and also perceiving the words and understanding them, the book was about to boys.
In a magical modern world, two magicians or something about sacrifices and their fighters. Gunpowder, bullets, splattered blood, corpses, torn limbs, tears, cries, howls, war, death, sorrow, despair, pain, hatred, and the stench of death choking whoever enters the atmosphere of the endless battlefield, were a moment feels like an hour, and an hour passes like a moment, such was the world Zerexes had learned to live in, were bloodshed was as normal as brushing teeth, killing was a daily habit, emotions are a mere hindrance, they were not necessary.
Zerexes was a quite kid, whom lived in an orphanage, a happy life? No, it was a calm one, that's how he explains it, but that calm life burned to ashes, the dictators were a rebel group kidnapped all children there, trained them, their emotions they destroyed, despair they instilled, hope was a mere myth, but Zerexes, although he looked the most despairing child, being quite and talking to no one, killing without flinching in fear, he feared no death, or torture, still he was the most hopeful one, believing that their still is hope for them, or their calm life.
He was a special one, the rebel group believed him to be quite the find, an elite, he was unstoppable in hand to hand combat, along with his knives, and his guns, he was capable of hiding them better than anyone even if one inspects his naked body no one would find anything, he was far more stronger than anyone, a living killing machine, far more dangerous and stronger than anyone, he was one of the few that were sent to war zones alone, he would kill a thousand soldier in two mere days, throughout his life he had killed much more than anyone on the rebellion, and eventually he was called the one eyed devil, he shows no mercy, and no one knows his fighting style, because whoever saw it died, no one aside from the rebellion, Zerexes was feared by those around him, he was far more murderous than a crazy psychopath, dogs would cower around him, no fear exists in his heart, death? It was a promise, something he could not escape from, and he knows that he'll only die when he die, after a couple of years a name appeared on his bare chest, 'solace' that was the word, and around that time he gained a new power, the power of spells.
Years passed and he met another one similar to him, his name was Danner, Danner kept pestering Zerexes with his friendly talk, and dreams and hopes, forcing his way into Zerexes' heart, eventually Zerexes gave up and let him in, the two were quite the partners, these were both elite killing machines, the most wanted rebels, their power was far more dangerous than any other, the leaders finally decided to rid themselves of them, fearing them from their power, and so they were told of their execution, Zerexes accepted his execution but Danner didn't, he spoke of his wild fantasies and dreams, his hopes, Zerexes couldn't resist not standing once again by the side of his one and only true partner, and so they began their escape.
Found by a bonded pair, they spoke of their rank, they were supposedly elites from Rapture, the young Zerexes would tell them to scram, why were Rupture assisting such a rebel group, such were questions that Danner asked the two, but they replied by grim glares at the two, they were being forced, it was nothing personal, they had their reasons, and the two partners had their reasons, it was a fight for survival, Zerexes smiled for the first time as he turned towards his partner and spoke:
“Go live happy”
Saying so he turned to the couple and spoke about handing himself over if they let his partner go, of course Danner refused to accept such a fact, and ran towards Zerexes to take him away with him, the two couples were pissed and mentally crushed forced to live by sacrificing others, but Danner got in their way, next thing was an order from the boss, unless it's both of them, the couple are dead, and so Zerexes offered a plan Danner had listened carefully, and accepted the plan, Danner had a spell that allowed him to speak to peoples minds and connect them together, that spell he used to offer them the plan and that spell was the crest of their alliance, acting as if being chased by the couples they attack the rebellion, murdering every last one of them, no mercy, the four murdered and destroyed everything, no skull was not crushed, and no blood was not splattered.
However greed is a monster, and mankind is its pray, seeing a poster of the two boys made the couple go cuckoo, the reward on their head was most tempting, the couples' switch flipped, greed overcame their weak hearts and crushed it, seeing the two partners' bounty they attacked Zerexes, who noticed them? Danner, he had done it, he protected his friend, stepping over his own dreams, sacrificing his life, as he was in Zerexes' arms he spoke his final words, he spoke about his dreams and hopes, and thus, rage filled Zerexes for the first time, his power was doubled by one hundred times.
With anger, he destroyed the couple tortured them and murdered them. After killing them he went to a corpse deforming specialist, he knew him through connections made by the rebellion. He changed the couple's appearance into his, and Danner's.
After doing so, he met up with an arms dealer, whom was a previous arms manufacturer, a weapons of mass destruction scientist, and developer, a man known by his fearsome connections, wealth, and social power in the underground world, his name was Black Jack, aka Walter C. Dornez, his true name was known by no one other than Zerexes, Zerexes spoke to him and told him about his latest exploits, the corpses of one thousand and two hundred and thirty nine man, in other words, the whole army of wimps, along with the deformed corpses of his and his late partner, Jack saw this as a deal worth dying for, and thanks to Zerexes' cold manner 39% of the money was all Jack took, giving the rest to Zerexes, of course he sent his friends corpse and his own deformed corpse, but the corpse of Rapture's female elite remained, Zerexes thought he'd warn Rapture from a similar act, and left her corpse hanging on their gathering place.
Later on a man took in the despairful man and gave him his own dog tag, and enrolled him into The rebel group called Wraith, as the elite cancer.
“I've never met someone as powerful as Zerexes and despite not taking on that army alone, he had killed many in his life, he took on army of hundreds and never faltered, his special power is his hesitation, it doesn't exist, and despite the chaos he lived in and the darkness he bathed in, I've never met someone as peaceful as him, even if those were normal humans, murdering trained soldiers and in large numbers, the experiments appear to be quite successful, and despite the fail of other subjects, the final subject, subject No. 99999 has only been successful because of his own power, and his own nature, Zerexes is a killing machine by nature.”
So were the words of the higher ups in wraith, Zerexes continues to strike fear in the hearts of everyone, as the one eyed devil, there were two protagonists, the first one which seem to be a dark yet a peaceful character as the first protagonist, a professional assassin it seems, using western warfare weapons, and his past life, gruesome life, somehow in some ways, Tsuneo found it easy to relate to such characters, the second one, was a completely different character, but another tragic one, still relating to it was possible at some point.
The second one?
“How troublesome......Call me a reaper, frame me a murderer, sure, why not. I'll assume the role you force upon me, wreck havoc? Save a nation? I don't care what's the price, so long as I can find someone who can see the me buried in lies, buried in lies as if a pitiful corpse in sand” so he spoke, yes, that was what he wished for, regardless of the price, his wish was to be accepted, for almost all of his life, he was denied and was a mere outcast, whenever happiness was in his grasp, he was shot by the bullet of sadness, his murderer was none other than fate, he accepted his true name the name he saw as ironic, and accepted all that there's for him to accept, and wished for nothing but acceptance, hatred never stained his heart, maybe for few moments, but in the end he still overcame it, he stood there on top of the tower gazing at the people beneath him, wondering what awaits him as he recalls the past that murderously tortures his worn out soul, the seventeen years old young Iziel, recalled his past, as he glared at what awaited him, numb from pain, and brimming with hope.
Ten years ago the boy was told of his name, his age, and where he belonged, his memory was foggy, all that he recalled was that he was Iziell, the doctors assured him of his name, and informed him of his family's condition, the silent boy's tears would roll down his cheeks glittering sunlight radiating from the sun through the window by his side, as hit right. Such was the story he was told, he remembers nothing from his childhood, how he lost his parents, or anything of anything. He for one, though, knew that he was an orphan at zonlicht orphanage, a dutch orphanage, the name meant: Sun light.
There he met a girl, her name was Sarah, a girl his age, purple hair, and blue irises, she wore black, was kind to everyone, helped everyone, and was loved by everyone, and admired by kids her age, she, and Iziell were very close friends, they were so close to one another they plotted the exact same pranks, and enjoyed being together, and then came the day were the owners of the orphanage owners came for a small visit, they were a sacrifice and her fighter, they were heartwarming, the two friends looked at them as father and mother.
The two, were quite mischievous, despite being loved, by everyone around, they went in the night for a candy store in a nearby place, and as they were walking towards the store fearing the pitch black night they were approached by somewhat a shady person, the man enjoyed seeing Sarah's courage and decided to take her as his slave, forcefully so. But what appeared out of thin air, were the sacrifice and her fighters knocking the man who seemed to have been a blank fighter.
The young boy couldn't help but cry at his helplessness, he was far too weak, she would always scold him, and yell at him for being so emotionally fragile. And then came the day were they asked about the kids' dreams, the kids enjoyed surprising the owners with their dreams, but what surprised them the most, were two, those two spoke of becoming a sacrifice and her fighter, they couldn't help but smile, at the innocence, they knew nothing of the difficulties this dream of theirs had, the path, this specific path, was one filled with strife, fate will be sure to trifle with their hearts but will they falter as they forge their path, an intriguing question left to the future to come.
The Sacrifice and her fighter accepted both of them as disciples, and began training the two, and what upheld a smile stretching through their gentle faces, were their heart warming undying determination, the frail boy, and his friend whom turned out to also be a fighter, saddened that they can't be like the two they admired, they teared up, but as soon as the next day came, they were rivals instead of partners, and both of them had their determination burning through their eyes like eternal flames.
The boy, however, while he seemed to be brimming with life, he was slowly dying, Iziel was slowly dying. The young boy would collapse multiple times due to his heart's condition, but would come even stronger trying even harder, until he reached his limit, or his heart did at least. The young boy would lay down on his soon to be death bed, or so he thought. S he sat stood next to him behind her the two partners, sad faces surrounded him, and her tear streaked faced, pained him even more that he himself began crying, they were both twelve years old at the time, and she refused to let her friend die such a sad death, and sacrificed herself. A heart transplant is the only thing that could save him, so was the solution the doctor offered, and not a single one was compatible, except for her, fate was playing them like dolls in his palms, such cruelty had befallen them, the young girl transplanted her heart into his worn out body.
And with her death something in the everyone's heart, died, Iziell now was the one crying over her, a face streaked with tears, and sincere apologies were all he could offer his dead friend, the young boy's pain and hatred remained to himself and directed at only himself, but so was not true for everyone around him. They began loathing his very existence, and blaming him for existing, who were they? Everyone that knew of the tragic sacrifice. And so he was incapable of resisting the hatred and the unfair treatment, which slowly crushed his pained soul, and eventually he left...
Sinless
After he moved away he joined a group of mercenaries. they offered him a place to belong to, and acceptance, he was happy, sweet moments filled his life, friendship, happiness, for him, it was heaven after hell, after surviving, he was blamed, and deemed guilty, and guilty he saw himself as, how can he blame others for hating him for surviving, when he himself loathes himself for existing, he saw himself as nothing but guilty, those new friends of his accepted him, and lessened the burden gripping his new heart, his life was no longer his, Sarah accepted the truth of his situation, and changed it, turning herself into his stepping stone, her smiles, haunt them, he wishes them gone, he really do, but they're engraved in his memories, and in his body.
After joining the group he was informed about his true name, no not from his friends, but in a dream, he saw a girl, point towards him, in his dream, a familiar voice spoke saying: Sinless. He then recalled something from his two teachers, something about their true names, and that someday, it would be revealed to them, Iziell questioned the fact of this dream, and shared it with his mates, they informed that is could truly be, his true name.
The next day a mission was issued, they were to assassinate a similar group, only the group was directed in the way of murder and destruction, a way Iziell and his friends would love to erase, and so they forged ahead towards this assassination attempt, and they knew nothing of what awaited them, it was a trap, the villainous group feared they would stand in their way, and thus, decided they're to be erased.
The flames of conflict were lit, everyone fought to their last drop of blood, and they were all maimed, no mercy was shown, both parties were eliminated, and all were hospitalized, three survived, those three went their ways, and disbanded the group, the young boy Iziell was one of the survivors, kids from the orphanage heard of this story, and threw the blame on Iziell's shoulders, saying he must've been the one to murder them, rumors were spread by kids that came to Selene isle about the incident, the reaper, the harbringer of death, murders whoever stands beside him, and ever since then, by fighters and sacrifices, he was hated and feared by some, some saw him as an interesting subject, but as things are now, in the present, nothing is known about the seventeen years old Iziell except for him being the lost/wandering reaper.
The young boy is capable of joining whatever career he chooses as a target of his interest, thanks to his connections he was capable of moving around as he pleased. The young boy was still looked at as thee wandering/lost reaper by sacrifices and fighters despite the police investigation the proved him to be innocent, rumor has it that he used his connections to be proven innocent, but it was all nothing but hogwash.
An so the young man continues to wander around, looking for acceptance, and searching for his fated one: His sacrifice. He now works as an odd jobs man, taking whatever quests that come his way, earning his extra penny. The young man took his steps as his deadly presence spread around the isle, a member of Rapture took interest. He spoke to the boy, calmly so, inviting him to join in, the man explained all of their requirements, and handed him a mask, the mask of the Panthera. The young man was an engaging subject in the eyes of Rapture's officials, they took interest and secretly placed him as next in line regalia.
The second one was also an elite it seems, both of the main protagonists were elites and were in waring factions, the story seemed incredibly intriguing with such two characters, that Tsuneo was overwhelmed and continued reading for hours and hours and hours, realizing he enjoyed himself while training his perception also gaining knowledge and learning from such characters, night came, the young shinobi returned to the lake and sat at the exact same spot on the exact same rock, enjoying the view of the night, as he spoke to himself:
“Murder no longer interests me, I have merely one target, and I will never die until the day I avenge my loved ones, I'll destroy EVERYTHING that stand in my way towards my goal, no matter the sacrifices, vengeance will be mine”
As he was sitting he perceived a nearby figure, raising his left hand aiming with his palm towards the tree nearby the figure he located with his enhanced senses that he continues to improve, in the incredible enhanced speed of his he pointed with his palm towards the tree nearby the bushes where he sensed the strange movement only to alarm the hidden person that he will not hesitate to kill, he didn't underestimate the hiding shinobi, for his stealth was quite good, whoever it was, they were stealthier than average idiots and actually good at it, because even Tsuneo had barely managed to sniff them out.
FLASHBACK
"Your stance is wrong... " The Mizukage spoke looking at him, before walking over to him and standing beside him, so that he would be able to see her tutelage from her stance at a closer, more familiar angle. "When you stand to fight an opponent, there are three ways you can stand. One, is putting the weight on your front foot, which, many do before they run, or before they strike, it is an easy tell, and essential to gather forward power, the other, is to put your weight in your back foot, this grounds your defense, it's safer and better for retreating as you fight. Against an opponent who is stronger, placing your weight on your back foot, and counter-attacking can be a better option, at the very least, defending gives you enough time to gauge an opponent's fighting style enough so that you can make judgement calls, so that you can analyze their speed, strength, endurance, and their mistakes. mmkay?" She finished, making sure that his foot spacing was about a shoulder width apart before moving back to where she was before.
FLASHBACK END
The words of his mistress the Mizukage, words he dare not underestimate, and words he never forgot and actually preformed in every fight he fought from that time, the time he trained with her.
And so he began manipulating his weight as he focused on the approaching figure prepared to attack, and counter attack, and defend on the right moment, in the desired situation, Tsuneo was for sure no longer the weak fighter he was, he had trained with shinobu and S-ranked criminal, fought with sanosuke the current Raikage, fought with strafe, and yuudai, the sanins, worked with Tame, and fought in the war against many ferocious shinobi, and fought with his brother Daraku, murdered the Kraken with the sanin and the Raikage, preformed many deadly missions, trained with the Mizukage, and from every one of them he gained strength, by focusing on their actions, their words, their way of fighting, and their styles, reading scripts and books, the final product was an enhanced killing machine for a shinobi, refined and honed skills, confidence and a slight touch of cockiness high-self esteem which enabled him to stay on the same ground as the one the strongest of shinobi stand on, he was no child , one with such power, anyone with power is no mere child, but an emperor among emperors.
And so the young male spoke to the figure: “Show yourself” The young man had no interest in socializing with weaklings, but was intrigued at the skill of this person, who knows he might be the one, he was sent to meet, oh fate was as delirious as ever, playing its wonderful games that kept the young man entertained.
Revenge, that is my only motivation, and whoever stands in my way, will die a gruesome merciless death, death after all, is a promise, I merely keep it. I have no interest in weaklings, nor in powerful shinobi, and regardless of their power, skill level and their objective, if they stand in my way, a swift gruesome death, I will make sure to deliver.
WC:5020/5020
PERCEPTION:E>B
Raging sun and the flowing lake that reflected the sunlight, upon them was shinobi moving with extreme speed and ferocity, brutality in his eyes, merciless attacks sent all over towards the attackers, a couple of fools that decided to vandalize the peace of a psychotic psychopath, and oh are they going to pay for it, but still not the payment Tsuneo had in mind for his only one was death, but doing so would shame the one he serves and bringing shame was not what he had wanted, as always, his life was filled with violence, why had these punks attack him, well his pocket is quite pretty nowadays, his capabilities however have grown, drastically so too. the six punks threw punches and attacked him with elemental techniques multiple times, but dodging them while yawning lasted for a couple of minutes, until he had gotten sick, and decided to attack, he was as ferocious as ever, showing a slight bit of mercy, still the punks escaped with multiple breaks, at least twelve bones were broken in all of them, Tsuneo returned to the rock he sat on and spoke to himself reminding himself of not letting himself grow rusty, he needed to train, at least just hone his skills otherwise he'd lose out to others, he hates losing, and accepting it was an unacceptable matter, so there's no way of avoiding training, Tsuneo was far more harsh on his body than any other shinobi he new, under severe pressure , and difficult situations he was a top notch shinobi, those weaklings had come at the wrong time, it's been three days since he ever drank or ate something, he's training his endurance, and luckily he has been doing fine, nothing to worry about on his end, even after the punks attacked him, he was still doing fine, it was barely even considered a workout, his morning workouts were far more absurd than fighting six chunin leveled on an empty stomach. As he was sitting down the rock, gazing at the flowing lake, his eyes calm, but the insides of his head were as chaotic as could be, destructive and chaotic, the psycho was back to his destructive nature, he wanted to kill so bad, but he had to hold in his thirst for blood, and he was good at doing so, and while he might appear to be slacking off, he was not, he was training his endurance and his perception he was not the kind to slack off, well, not in training for more power, his target of revenge remains on his mind, his anger and rage remain his peacefulness collided with his psychopathic nature, in the end neither one of them won over, but instead they collided.
In the beginning he was merely a chaotic child, a dark loner, hating all the world has to offer, this nature had been given birth to by the chaotic events of his life, his darkness overwhelmed him, and as he began clearing up, a dream began shining in his darkness, to become Hokage, and protect everyone, but then, a mission dissolved his dream, he had to sacrifice his whole being for the sake of the village he had always loved, and as he completed that mission, his darkness turned him into blind sword swinging at whoever came close to him, he wanted nothing but death, the death of all of his enemies, mercy was not even a word in his dictionary, money blood, and sex was all he thought of, and he was known as the murder prince, but no one knew his appearance because who did see him, was killed, by none other than him, in the most gruesome fashion too, nothing but bloodshed was what made him happy, the young murder prince sought no pleasure in anything except killing, and then the war came and the murder prince, was never ever happier, he killed and murdered and bathed in blood of all that stood in his path, tortured them in gruesome fashion enjoyed pigs squeals that were forced out of their bloody mouths from their bloody throats, cutting limbs, removing intestines, dismembering limbs, removing livers, selling kidneys, bathing in blood, his world was a world o extreme hardcore gore, despite the murdered being rogues but he was far too gruesome, bathed in blood he went to a camp were he met soldiers their commanders, they realized the talent tainted in blood was a crucial one especially for their position in the war where they needed every man power they could gain.
Living, eating, and surviving with them, fighting with them, being protected and protecting them, it all affected his ill sick mind, and heart. He became a much more cheerful person, a peaceful one, he was far more peaceful than he ever was, he cared greatly for each friend and protected every loved one in his arms reach, and hesitate for not even a moment, he was far more compassionate and caring than ever, he found power in his passion, which strengthened him greatly so, he gladly risked his life in many dangerous situations, recklessness overcame him and idiocy, still he didn't care, and later on he met many other people, Yuudai one of the sanins in Kirigakure, and Daraku his brother in the aoi bara, and Sanosuke who's now the Raikage, and his master Shinobu, whom rescued him, and was with him during the attack on the hidden leaf, not ton forget the busty genin Oomi, and the sanin named strafe, then met up with the lord of the rose his older brother, whom he admires, proved his strength, and was asked to work under the current new Tsuchikage, Tsuneo at first didn't like him, but he turned out to be nice, and somehow he was similar to his older brother, Kajiya.
As he returned to the village of mist carrying gifts for the mizukage, as a mission from the Tsuchikage, and an order to train under the Mizukage, Tsuneo found himself with a huge burden, still nothing was too heavy for Tsuneo's teenager back, he delivered the goods and trained under the Mizukage gaining an immense amount of power, power he never thought was possible for him, he was a far more destructive and powerful, and while his inner conscious fought its own reflection both collided and both led to the birth of the true Tsuneo, the one whom never had a say in all disputes in the fight between himself, and his darker self. The gray colored Tsuneo was the true Tsuneo, the one given birth to after years of struggle in a personality disorder. The avenger was not a hero, nor the devil, or maybe he was both, nothing can be known as for now, but one thing is for sure, Tsuneo was no longer a weakling and he will begin moving, after finishing his business in Takigakure, he would seek out his vengeance, the young avenger would head to a bar where he began reading and listening and feeling everything around him enhancing his perception with no mercy, training to the maximum of his abilities.
In order to strengthen his abilities, he would multitask, and focus on other noises surrounding him all at once focusing at every word and perceiving every word from over twenty people at once, while feeling everything on the counter of the bar as it was touched, perceiving everything all at once, not showing mercy to his eyes he began reading and also perceiving the words and understanding them, the book was about to boys.
In a magical modern world, two magicians or something about sacrifices and their fighters. Gunpowder, bullets, splattered blood, corpses, torn limbs, tears, cries, howls, war, death, sorrow, despair, pain, hatred, and the stench of death choking whoever enters the atmosphere of the endless battlefield, were a moment feels like an hour, and an hour passes like a moment, such was the world Zerexes had learned to live in, were bloodshed was as normal as brushing teeth, killing was a daily habit, emotions are a mere hindrance, they were not necessary.
Zerexes was a quite kid, whom lived in an orphanage, a happy life? No, it was a calm one, that's how he explains it, but that calm life burned to ashes, the dictators were a rebel group kidnapped all children there, trained them, their emotions they destroyed, despair they instilled, hope was a mere myth, but Zerexes, although he looked the most despairing child, being quite and talking to no one, killing without flinching in fear, he feared no death, or torture, still he was the most hopeful one, believing that their still is hope for them, or their calm life.
He was a special one, the rebel group believed him to be quite the find, an elite, he was unstoppable in hand to hand combat, along with his knives, and his guns, he was capable of hiding them better than anyone even if one inspects his naked body no one would find anything, he was far more stronger than anyone, a living killing machine, far more dangerous and stronger than anyone, he was one of the few that were sent to war zones alone, he would kill a thousand soldier in two mere days, throughout his life he had killed much more than anyone on the rebellion, and eventually he was called the one eyed devil, he shows no mercy, and no one knows his fighting style, because whoever saw it died, no one aside from the rebellion, Zerexes was feared by those around him, he was far more murderous than a crazy psychopath, dogs would cower around him, no fear exists in his heart, death? It was a promise, something he could not escape from, and he knows that he'll only die when he die, after a couple of years a name appeared on his bare chest, 'solace' that was the word, and around that time he gained a new power, the power of spells.
Years passed and he met another one similar to him, his name was Danner, Danner kept pestering Zerexes with his friendly talk, and dreams and hopes, forcing his way into Zerexes' heart, eventually Zerexes gave up and let him in, the two were quite the partners, these were both elite killing machines, the most wanted rebels, their power was far more dangerous than any other, the leaders finally decided to rid themselves of them, fearing them from their power, and so they were told of their execution, Zerexes accepted his execution but Danner didn't, he spoke of his wild fantasies and dreams, his hopes, Zerexes couldn't resist not standing once again by the side of his one and only true partner, and so they began their escape.
Found by a bonded pair, they spoke of their rank, they were supposedly elites from Rapture, the young Zerexes would tell them to scram, why were Rupture assisting such a rebel group, such were questions that Danner asked the two, but they replied by grim glares at the two, they were being forced, it was nothing personal, they had their reasons, and the two partners had their reasons, it was a fight for survival, Zerexes smiled for the first time as he turned towards his partner and spoke:
“Go live happy”
Saying so he turned to the couple and spoke about handing himself over if they let his partner go, of course Danner refused to accept such a fact, and ran towards Zerexes to take him away with him, the two couples were pissed and mentally crushed forced to live by sacrificing others, but Danner got in their way, next thing was an order from the boss, unless it's both of them, the couple are dead, and so Zerexes offered a plan Danner had listened carefully, and accepted the plan, Danner had a spell that allowed him to speak to peoples minds and connect them together, that spell he used to offer them the plan and that spell was the crest of their alliance, acting as if being chased by the couples they attack the rebellion, murdering every last one of them, no mercy, the four murdered and destroyed everything, no skull was not crushed, and no blood was not splattered.
However greed is a monster, and mankind is its pray, seeing a poster of the two boys made the couple go cuckoo, the reward on their head was most tempting, the couples' switch flipped, greed overcame their weak hearts and crushed it, seeing the two partners' bounty they attacked Zerexes, who noticed them? Danner, he had done it, he protected his friend, stepping over his own dreams, sacrificing his life, as he was in Zerexes' arms he spoke his final words, he spoke about his dreams and hopes, and thus, rage filled Zerexes for the first time, his power was doubled by one hundred times.
With anger, he destroyed the couple tortured them and murdered them. After killing them he went to a corpse deforming specialist, he knew him through connections made by the rebellion. He changed the couple's appearance into his, and Danner's.
After doing so, he met up with an arms dealer, whom was a previous arms manufacturer, a weapons of mass destruction scientist, and developer, a man known by his fearsome connections, wealth, and social power in the underground world, his name was Black Jack, aka Walter C. Dornez, his true name was known by no one other than Zerexes, Zerexes spoke to him and told him about his latest exploits, the corpses of one thousand and two hundred and thirty nine man, in other words, the whole army of wimps, along with the deformed corpses of his and his late partner, Jack saw this as a deal worth dying for, and thanks to Zerexes' cold manner 39% of the money was all Jack took, giving the rest to Zerexes, of course he sent his friends corpse and his own deformed corpse, but the corpse of Rapture's female elite remained, Zerexes thought he'd warn Rapture from a similar act, and left her corpse hanging on their gathering place.
Later on a man took in the despairful man and gave him his own dog tag, and enrolled him into The rebel group called Wraith, as the elite cancer.
“I've never met someone as powerful as Zerexes and despite not taking on that army alone, he had killed many in his life, he took on army of hundreds and never faltered, his special power is his hesitation, it doesn't exist, and despite the chaos he lived in and the darkness he bathed in, I've never met someone as peaceful as him, even if those were normal humans, murdering trained soldiers and in large numbers, the experiments appear to be quite successful, and despite the fail of other subjects, the final subject, subject No. 99999 has only been successful because of his own power, and his own nature, Zerexes is a killing machine by nature.”
So were the words of the higher ups in wraith, Zerexes continues to strike fear in the hearts of everyone, as the one eyed devil, there were two protagonists, the first one which seem to be a dark yet a peaceful character as the first protagonist, a professional assassin it seems, using western warfare weapons, and his past life, gruesome life, somehow in some ways, Tsuneo found it easy to relate to such characters, the second one, was a completely different character, but another tragic one, still relating to it was possible at some point.
The second one?
“How troublesome......Call me a reaper, frame me a murderer, sure, why not. I'll assume the role you force upon me, wreck havoc? Save a nation? I don't care what's the price, so long as I can find someone who can see the me buried in lies, buried in lies as if a pitiful corpse in sand” so he spoke, yes, that was what he wished for, regardless of the price, his wish was to be accepted, for almost all of his life, he was denied and was a mere outcast, whenever happiness was in his grasp, he was shot by the bullet of sadness, his murderer was none other than fate, he accepted his true name the name he saw as ironic, and accepted all that there's for him to accept, and wished for nothing but acceptance, hatred never stained his heart, maybe for few moments, but in the end he still overcame it, he stood there on top of the tower gazing at the people beneath him, wondering what awaits him as he recalls the past that murderously tortures his worn out soul, the seventeen years old young Iziel, recalled his past, as he glared at what awaited him, numb from pain, and brimming with hope.
Ten years ago the boy was told of his name, his age, and where he belonged, his memory was foggy, all that he recalled was that he was Iziell, the doctors assured him of his name, and informed him of his family's condition, the silent boy's tears would roll down his cheeks glittering sunlight radiating from the sun through the window by his side, as hit right. Such was the story he was told, he remembers nothing from his childhood, how he lost his parents, or anything of anything. He for one, though, knew that he was an orphan at zonlicht orphanage, a dutch orphanage, the name meant: Sun light.
There he met a girl, her name was Sarah, a girl his age, purple hair, and blue irises, she wore black, was kind to everyone, helped everyone, and was loved by everyone, and admired by kids her age, she, and Iziell were very close friends, they were so close to one another they plotted the exact same pranks, and enjoyed being together, and then came the day were the owners of the orphanage owners came for a small visit, they were a sacrifice and her fighter, they were heartwarming, the two friends looked at them as father and mother.
The two, were quite mischievous, despite being loved, by everyone around, they went in the night for a candy store in a nearby place, and as they were walking towards the store fearing the pitch black night they were approached by somewhat a shady person, the man enjoyed seeing Sarah's courage and decided to take her as his slave, forcefully so. But what appeared out of thin air, were the sacrifice and her fighters knocking the man who seemed to have been a blank fighter.
The young boy couldn't help but cry at his helplessness, he was far too weak, she would always scold him, and yell at him for being so emotionally fragile. And then came the day were they asked about the kids' dreams, the kids enjoyed surprising the owners with their dreams, but what surprised them the most, were two, those two spoke of becoming a sacrifice and her fighter, they couldn't help but smile, at the innocence, they knew nothing of the difficulties this dream of theirs had, the path, this specific path, was one filled with strife, fate will be sure to trifle with their hearts but will they falter as they forge their path, an intriguing question left to the future to come.
The Sacrifice and her fighter accepted both of them as disciples, and began training the two, and what upheld a smile stretching through their gentle faces, were their heart warming undying determination, the frail boy, and his friend whom turned out to also be a fighter, saddened that they can't be like the two they admired, they teared up, but as soon as the next day came, they were rivals instead of partners, and both of them had their determination burning through their eyes like eternal flames.
The boy, however, while he seemed to be brimming with life, he was slowly dying, Iziel was slowly dying. The young boy would collapse multiple times due to his heart's condition, but would come even stronger trying even harder, until he reached his limit, or his heart did at least. The young boy would lay down on his soon to be death bed, or so he thought. S he sat stood next to him behind her the two partners, sad faces surrounded him, and her tear streaked faced, pained him even more that he himself began crying, they were both twelve years old at the time, and she refused to let her friend die such a sad death, and sacrificed herself. A heart transplant is the only thing that could save him, so was the solution the doctor offered, and not a single one was compatible, except for her, fate was playing them like dolls in his palms, such cruelty had befallen them, the young girl transplanted her heart into his worn out body.
And with her death something in the everyone's heart, died, Iziell now was the one crying over her, a face streaked with tears, and sincere apologies were all he could offer his dead friend, the young boy's pain and hatred remained to himself and directed at only himself, but so was not true for everyone around him. They began loathing his very existence, and blaming him for existing, who were they? Everyone that knew of the tragic sacrifice. And so he was incapable of resisting the hatred and the unfair treatment, which slowly crushed his pained soul, and eventually he left...
Sinless
After he moved away he joined a group of mercenaries. they offered him a place to belong to, and acceptance, he was happy, sweet moments filled his life, friendship, happiness, for him, it was heaven after hell, after surviving, he was blamed, and deemed guilty, and guilty he saw himself as, how can he blame others for hating him for surviving, when he himself loathes himself for existing, he saw himself as nothing but guilty, those new friends of his accepted him, and lessened the burden gripping his new heart, his life was no longer his, Sarah accepted the truth of his situation, and changed it, turning herself into his stepping stone, her smiles, haunt them, he wishes them gone, he really do, but they're engraved in his memories, and in his body.
After joining the group he was informed about his true name, no not from his friends, but in a dream, he saw a girl, point towards him, in his dream, a familiar voice spoke saying: Sinless. He then recalled something from his two teachers, something about their true names, and that someday, it would be revealed to them, Iziell questioned the fact of this dream, and shared it with his mates, they informed that is could truly be, his true name.
The next day a mission was issued, they were to assassinate a similar group, only the group was directed in the way of murder and destruction, a way Iziell and his friends would love to erase, and so they forged ahead towards this assassination attempt, and they knew nothing of what awaited them, it was a trap, the villainous group feared they would stand in their way, and thus, decided they're to be erased.
The flames of conflict were lit, everyone fought to their last drop of blood, and they were all maimed, no mercy was shown, both parties were eliminated, and all were hospitalized, three survived, those three went their ways, and disbanded the group, the young boy Iziell was one of the survivors, kids from the orphanage heard of this story, and threw the blame on Iziell's shoulders, saying he must've been the one to murder them, rumors were spread by kids that came to Selene isle about the incident, the reaper, the harbringer of death, murders whoever stands beside him, and ever since then, by fighters and sacrifices, he was hated and feared by some, some saw him as an interesting subject, but as things are now, in the present, nothing is known about the seventeen years old Iziell except for him being the lost/wandering reaper.
The young boy is capable of joining whatever career he chooses as a target of his interest, thanks to his connections he was capable of moving around as he pleased. The young boy was still looked at as thee wandering/lost reaper by sacrifices and fighters despite the police investigation the proved him to be innocent, rumor has it that he used his connections to be proven innocent, but it was all nothing but hogwash.
An so the young man continues to wander around, looking for acceptance, and searching for his fated one: His sacrifice. He now works as an odd jobs man, taking whatever quests that come his way, earning his extra penny. The young man took his steps as his deadly presence spread around the isle, a member of Rapture took interest. He spoke to the boy, calmly so, inviting him to join in, the man explained all of their requirements, and handed him a mask, the mask of the Panthera. The young man was an engaging subject in the eyes of Rapture's officials, they took interest and secretly placed him as next in line regalia.
The second one was also an elite it seems, both of the main protagonists were elites and were in waring factions, the story seemed incredibly intriguing with such two characters, that Tsuneo was overwhelmed and continued reading for hours and hours and hours, realizing he enjoyed himself while training his perception also gaining knowledge and learning from such characters, night came, the young shinobi returned to the lake and sat at the exact same spot on the exact same rock, enjoying the view of the night, as he spoke to himself:
“Murder no longer interests me, I have merely one target, and I will never die until the day I avenge my loved ones, I'll destroy EVERYTHING that stand in my way towards my goal, no matter the sacrifices, vengeance will be mine”
As he was sitting he perceived a nearby figure, raising his left hand aiming with his palm towards the tree nearby the figure he located with his enhanced senses that he continues to improve, in the incredible enhanced speed of his he pointed with his palm towards the tree nearby the bushes where he sensed the strange movement only to alarm the hidden person that he will not hesitate to kill, he didn't underestimate the hiding shinobi, for his stealth was quite good, whoever it was, they were stealthier than average idiots and actually good at it, because even Tsuneo had barely managed to sniff them out.
FLASHBACK
"Your stance is wrong... " The Mizukage spoke looking at him, before walking over to him and standing beside him, so that he would be able to see her tutelage from her stance at a closer, more familiar angle. "When you stand to fight an opponent, there are three ways you can stand. One, is putting the weight on your front foot, which, many do before they run, or before they strike, it is an easy tell, and essential to gather forward power, the other, is to put your weight in your back foot, this grounds your defense, it's safer and better for retreating as you fight. Against an opponent who is stronger, placing your weight on your back foot, and counter-attacking can be a better option, at the very least, defending gives you enough time to gauge an opponent's fighting style enough so that you can make judgement calls, so that you can analyze their speed, strength, endurance, and their mistakes. mmkay?" She finished, making sure that his foot spacing was about a shoulder width apart before moving back to where she was before.
FLASHBACK END
The words of his mistress the Mizukage, words he dare not underestimate, and words he never forgot and actually preformed in every fight he fought from that time, the time he trained with her.
And so he began manipulating his weight as he focused on the approaching figure prepared to attack, and counter attack, and defend on the right moment, in the desired situation, Tsuneo was for sure no longer the weak fighter he was, he had trained with shinobu and S-ranked criminal, fought with sanosuke the current Raikage, fought with strafe, and yuudai, the sanins, worked with Tame, and fought in the war against many ferocious shinobi, and fought with his brother Daraku, murdered the Kraken with the sanin and the Raikage, preformed many deadly missions, trained with the Mizukage, and from every one of them he gained strength, by focusing on their actions, their words, their way of fighting, and their styles, reading scripts and books, the final product was an enhanced killing machine for a shinobi, refined and honed skills, confidence and a slight touch of cockiness high-self esteem which enabled him to stay on the same ground as the one the strongest of shinobi stand on, he was no child , one with such power, anyone with power is no mere child, but an emperor among emperors.
And so the young male spoke to the figure: “Show yourself” The young man had no interest in socializing with weaklings, but was intrigued at the skill of this person, who knows he might be the one, he was sent to meet, oh fate was as delirious as ever, playing its wonderful games that kept the young man entertained.
Revenge, that is my only motivation, and whoever stands in my way, will die a gruesome merciless death, death after all, is a promise, I merely keep it. I have no interest in weaklings, nor in powerful shinobi, and regardless of their power, skill level and their objective, if they stand in my way, a swift gruesome death, I will make sure to deliver.
WC:5020/5020
PERCEPTION:E>B