1 Beauty of the feared unknown[PRIVATE][NO KILL] Sun May 10, 2015 5:07 pm
Crimson
D-rank
Opening his crimson colored eyes he arose from his bed, washed his face, fixed his hair and clothes, and left for a day at Konohagakure, the village of green. Dante would decide to visit a new place, he only heard stories, of a splendidly beautiful place, and he couldn't help but check it out, and so he went forth towards the place, supposedly it's called Rolling Hills, the young man was excited for this trip, he had packed a ton of stuff, the boy reached the area after two hours of getting lost in the wilderness, he would search for the place above and below, but he finally reached the place he wanted to reach. He spread a cloth on the ground it would be where he would sit.
The young Uchiha would cool off with the water beside the area he sat in, he would look around him, he was all alone, beside him there was not a single soul, it was beautiful, sure, but it was lonely, Dante began thinking of what the girl he met at the bar said, if he wanted to know who he really is, he had to know his enemies, were his enemies the Uchiha clan, or were they a specific clan, supposedly there's a sister clan to the Uchiha clan, were all Uchiha as cruel as he read, Dante began questioning himself, he began questioning his personality, was he cruel? If he remembers anything it is fighting was he a soldier in the past? Is any of his relatives, or friends alive? Will he be capable of creating any friends, he seemed to have failed in many of his attempts, he's been treated as the popular handsome stranger, he was troubled by that, when one of the girls chases him and looks into his eyes directly, they suddenly shrink in motivation, whenever he tried to befriend one, he failed, this also happened with the boys, an old kind lady told him he should loosen up and lose the cold glare, which is why he came to this place in the first place.
Having friends at the moment did not matter or so he told himself, his lonely lonesome self. He would say that it is more important to capture bandits, and what's even more important is recovering his past, he has no memories of his past, aside from few flashbacks, nothing came to mind. The young one was blind to his past.
A flashback came~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A man with sword sheathed in a hilt strapped to his back, standing on a long pole wearing a fox's mask, a headband wrapped around his right shoulder with the engraving of a crescent moon, the cloth wrapping the metal band was black in color, the man was wearing black gloves that reached all the way above his elbows by an inch, on the man's left shoulder was a strange sign in black
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It was nice day, bu the young Uchiha was lonely, he decided to begin three hours of rough training, hoping to improve himself, his cold gaze, and tone, and silent huffing, remained the same, he was not only alone, but inexperienced in showing his emotions, was being alone so bad? The answer is a no, the young man saw himself as a stranger, even with people around, he would still remain alone, perhaps his path is a path of solitude, the cold tone oh his uttered few words “What is it that I exist for? I have no past, I have nothing. . . . ”
It was correct, what he had right now was nothing, the young lad, began darting around throwing kunai and shuriken moving ferociously with instinct, and targeting difficult targets around him, aiming perceiving and enduring, and timing his movements, he did it all with excellence for one of his own level, he moved as swift as bullet, compared to others his level.
The young man splashed his face with water as he moved the jacket he took off moments ago to the side, resting as water drops ran down his neck, fell from his hair, and rolled down his face and off of his chin.
The young lad was training ferociously, but still he was bored, at least he didn't forget his emotions.