1 Something not to forget Tue Oct 23, 2012 8:08 pm
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Uchiha Hao, the one that brought down the Mizukage, Hikou Misora, just a couple of moments ago, set his first step out of the village gates, but before walking down the path, into the distance, he turns around once more to eye the village. The death of the Mizukage was another weight lifted off his shoulders, now just to rid the world of Kirigakure’s empty shell. The village has lost its worth after the death of their Kage plus the fact that the village is currently lacking in villagers, that in Hao’s eyes, they’re not even worthy of existing in this world. He remained silent and thought of what to do next; walk away or pull some other stunt to let the world know that an Uchiha has chosen the path of chaos and destruction. He still wanted to make a name for himself.
The wind silently passed through the area, the trees dancing along with the flow and clouds blocking the sun, creating shadows all around. The temperature dropped, though with Hao lost in thoughts, the feeling of the cold breeze didn’t even bother him. He let out a slight sigh, before a wide and somewhat twisted smirk grew across his face. It obviously meant that Hao was up to something. One of his eyes widened further than the other one, revealing his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan in both of his eyes. “Amaterasu.” He silently spoke, the village walls instantly combusted, everything engulfed in black flames. After not too long, the flames spread like fireworks on New Years Eve. The entire village was now engulfed in flames from the deadly Amaterasu. He watched as the flames kept burning and burning, just like the Mizukage’s body earlier.
Just before he walked away, he figured that the people of the world wouldn’t know of his existence unless he left his name somewhere. He turned around, facing into the distance away from the village. A unusual sound was heard outside, something you normally wouldn’t hear in the open world; a sound of liquid flowing out and hitting the ground and with several movements, it stopped. As it stopped, Hao walked into the distance, his Mangekyou having de-activated. On the place where the sound was heard, was Hao’s name “Hao”, written in pee. Slowly but surely, he disappeared into the distance, leaving the burning village behind.
The wind silently passed through the area, the trees dancing along with the flow and clouds blocking the sun, creating shadows all around. The temperature dropped, though with Hao lost in thoughts, the feeling of the cold breeze didn’t even bother him. He let out a slight sigh, before a wide and somewhat twisted smirk grew across his face. It obviously meant that Hao was up to something. One of his eyes widened further than the other one, revealing his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan in both of his eyes. “Amaterasu.” He silently spoke, the village walls instantly combusted, everything engulfed in black flames. After not too long, the flames spread like fireworks on New Years Eve. The entire village was now engulfed in flames from the deadly Amaterasu. He watched as the flames kept burning and burning, just like the Mizukage’s body earlier.
Just before he walked away, he figured that the people of the world wouldn’t know of his existence unless he left his name somewhere. He turned around, facing into the distance away from the village. A unusual sound was heard outside, something you normally wouldn’t hear in the open world; a sound of liquid flowing out and hitting the ground and with several movements, it stopped. As it stopped, Hao walked into the distance, his Mangekyou having de-activated. On the place where the sound was heard, was Hao’s name “Hao”, written in pee. Slowly but surely, he disappeared into the distance, leaving the burning village behind.