1 The downside of being disturbed (Yuzu/private) Tue Apr 14, 2015 11:06 am
Orochi Risu
S-rank
With the bodies of literally hundreds of bandits scattered across the place, the riverbank of the Nara river was no more than the site of a massacre and a wholehearted slaughter. It could no longer boast about its tremendously natural view or its clean appearance, for the entire area was now dyed in shades of red, brown and black, with liquids of disputable and despicable origin soaking into the sand and grass of the plains. Though weeks had passed and the carrion birds had already feasted upon the rotting and bloating corpses of those unfortunate bandits, it still remained a horrific site and a terrible sight.
Despite everything, this place attracted the young female ANBU captain going by the codename Lamya, as she wandered through the place, trying to figure out what had lead to this place being swarmed over with bandits and why this went unnoticed to Konoha and Hi no Kuni authorities. Since this wasn’t the Black ANBU’s doing, she deducted that this had to be the work of something or someone else and there was where the questions laying: who or what would be able to amass such a large group of bandits unnoticed?
No matter how she looked at the sight splayed out around her, the young woman did remember a single thing from the moment she had been taking part in the massacre; the fact that she knew at least one of the two others who participated in this gruesome occurrence: Yuru Ren, the kid who she had once believed to be an innocent child and who had beaten her and Chisaki so bad at the water dome spectacle in Taki no sato. Yet again this kid had shown how devious and diabolical he could be when holding a weapon in his tiny hands, but unlike before, Lamya was certain that she would be more than just a match for the kid.
This time she was confident about herself, for she had gained a new level of strength, learned a whole new arsenal of jutsu and techniques and could easily count herself among Konoha’s most elite shinobi, destined to reach the level of tannin or even greater. She knew however that Yuzu Ren originated from Kirigakure and thus had a lot of potential, but also a most likely clouded and rather bloody background. Their Mizukage known as a once in a lifetime genius, their seven swordsmen feared throughout the shinobi world and all that despite the fact that Kirigakure had been nearly wiped off the face of the earth two times already by outside influences.
Even now, the tales and rumors on Kirigakure’s shinobi spread across the land, tales of bloodthirsty and brutality and the rumor about the demon kid was one of them, a name Lamya instinctively acquitted to Yuzu Ren, for she had seen his ferocious nature first hand.
“Poor thing, rotting away in this decaying world,” The young woman whispered through her mask, which made her voice sound as eerie as the cackling howl of a wolf on a moonlit night. “Bringing forth such destruction and devastation, yet seemingly without a goal of your own. Oh I pity you demon kid of Kirigakure, for you have no idea how evil and how dark this world truly is and can be.”
She sighed, bending through her knees a bit, while caressing the naked skull of one of the many corpses, thinking about the words she had just uttered and glad that those words held a meaning, for she was certain that that so-called demon kid had not yet experienced the full scope, the true magnitude of the powers that played dormant in their disturbed and twisted shinobi world.
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Despite everything, this place attracted the young female ANBU captain going by the codename Lamya, as she wandered through the place, trying to figure out what had lead to this place being swarmed over with bandits and why this went unnoticed to Konoha and Hi no Kuni authorities. Since this wasn’t the Black ANBU’s doing, she deducted that this had to be the work of something or someone else and there was where the questions laying: who or what would be able to amass such a large group of bandits unnoticed?
No matter how she looked at the sight splayed out around her, the young woman did remember a single thing from the moment she had been taking part in the massacre; the fact that she knew at least one of the two others who participated in this gruesome occurrence: Yuru Ren, the kid who she had once believed to be an innocent child and who had beaten her and Chisaki so bad at the water dome spectacle in Taki no sato. Yet again this kid had shown how devious and diabolical he could be when holding a weapon in his tiny hands, but unlike before, Lamya was certain that she would be more than just a match for the kid.
This time she was confident about herself, for she had gained a new level of strength, learned a whole new arsenal of jutsu and techniques and could easily count herself among Konoha’s most elite shinobi, destined to reach the level of tannin or even greater. She knew however that Yuzu Ren originated from Kirigakure and thus had a lot of potential, but also a most likely clouded and rather bloody background. Their Mizukage known as a once in a lifetime genius, their seven swordsmen feared throughout the shinobi world and all that despite the fact that Kirigakure had been nearly wiped off the face of the earth two times already by outside influences.
Even now, the tales and rumors on Kirigakure’s shinobi spread across the land, tales of bloodthirsty and brutality and the rumor about the demon kid was one of them, a name Lamya instinctively acquitted to Yuzu Ren, for she had seen his ferocious nature first hand.
“Poor thing, rotting away in this decaying world,” The young woman whispered through her mask, which made her voice sound as eerie as the cackling howl of a wolf on a moonlit night. “Bringing forth such destruction and devastation, yet seemingly without a goal of your own. Oh I pity you demon kid of Kirigakure, for you have no idea how evil and how dark this world truly is and can be.”
She sighed, bending through her knees a bit, while caressing the naked skull of one of the many corpses, thinking about the words she had just uttered and glad that those words held a meaning, for she was certain that that so-called demon kid had not yet experienced the full scope, the true magnitude of the powers that played dormant in their disturbed and twisted shinobi world.
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