1 Enter the Labyrinth that is Life [Private/Plot/Uchiha Susumu] Fri Jan 03, 2014 4:55 pm
Shibirin
D-rank
A leaf...there goes another one. No not the child nature sprouts from the edges of tree branches, but the little soul that walks by to see this scene in person. Ahh yes, a persona, yet another face Shibirin will have to learn to love no matter what chapter they are up to in their story knowing there's always going to be a happy ending...right? The young man had opened his eyes too late, realizing he had walked the wrong path in life only after reaching the path's end with no hope of turning back. Most people worry too much about where their path will take them next that they don't take time to enjoy their ride there. Of all great quotes Shibirin would have heard of in his lifetime his favourite was definitely, 'Life is not about the destination, it's about the journey' or something along those lines. The once internationally band of ninjas he had walked alongside and called battle companions had fallen, or rather went their separate ways. The once feared Shichiouza was now just a name to ignore for most, to those who had lived in their time and had witnessed their actions the name brought back negative memories and feelings, even to the Shichi members themselves. After 5 years of walking around blind in the shinobi world, desperately searching for his role in life Shibirin had finally come to a stop. He had finally realized that what he thought he was looking for didn't exist, yet. What he once killed people for in hope to one day achieve or experience such a prize was now just a lonely thought that started with 'If only...' and ended with 'but sadly impossible.' The man had realized that this one thing he had been fighting for all his life had to be found first and then embraced, but it could not be made nor achieved. After walking the earth blind, on this day Shibirin had found peace in himself.
The man stood atop a tall building that sat within the busy streets of Konohagakure no Sato, the village he once saw as an ally under allegiance to Sunagakure, once saw as an enemy whilst under the care of Iwagakure no Sato and saw as a target under his membership within the Shichiouza. A village that was gifted with luscious plant life and wild life, often praised by foreign visitors for its lively villagers and looked up to by many believers for its internationally well-known History, yet even today Shibirin doubted whether or not people outside its residency knew anything true about the village, or whether Konoha was just an image they saw, created by the many different stories told world wide about the place by many different sources all offering similar yet different information to those who were willing to listen. The former assumption seemed more forthright than the latter, though everyone had their own perspective and opinion the case. Standing on top of one of Konoha's architectural designs and looking towards the many heads shaped into the large man-made mountain that almost sheltered the village seemed like a nice way to spend the good part of his afternoon, though one would question another who stared at static objects for so long without so much as a verbal response to the scene. "You all walked different paths, yet you all had the same ending," Shibirin spoke to himself, listening as he'd hear his voice dominate the quiet atmosphere surrounding him. The village had been recently deserted thanks to the war going on in Kirigakure no sato, a war Shibirin didn't see a part in for himself to be involved in. This war however had given the man a chance at freedom, a chance to secretly re-conciliate to those few people who witnessed his short-ending terror, those few who stood in his way and had to pay the unnecessary price. Standing here today, Shibirin could only think of one person he needed to apologize to: the past Hokage known as Kimura Takao. The man had been the only soul alive that had witnessed Shibirin's terror, as the two had fought privately during the war against the Shichiouza and the Gokages. At the time Shibirin had only viewed the man as a worthless body bag that had been standing in his way, but today he had traveled all the way from Iwagakure no sato to Konohagakure in order to pay his respect to the man. Whether he had died or not was beyond his knowledge, but that didn't stop Shibirin from meditating near the kage heads and asking for the man's forgiveness wherever he was.
"I never got to compliment your skills in battle old friend, but i'm sure you knew they were exceptionally well played," Shibirin spoke as he smiled towards the giant head monument of the past Hokage Takao. Many people hadn't lived long enough to ask for forgiveness from their enemies/once enemies. Most people died with regret or lived with hatred, but it didn't take the average man long to realize that constant pain and suffering did no one any good, that it only crippled the thought of peace and instead fooled those who had been hurt into thinking that hatred was all there was in the world, that it was the only thing worth living for. Many if not all human beings wanted some peace in the world, but most did not understand what true peace is. Peace wasn't the prize of a war won, peace wasn't the prize you got after defeating your enemy or imprisoning the man that killed your family. Peace wasn't achieved after bribing another party to stop fighting, peace wasn't a sign you could show everyone in the world and get your meaning across with every time you did, peace wasn't just a word that was to envied by all, but peace was a reality we had to find in ourselves. Peace could only be acquired or seen once someone accepted their differences from everyone else but decided to embrace them instead of shunning them. Peace was more than a perspective, it was a possibility, peace when present can be seen within and without. It's always easier to find the peace in others after first finding the peace within ourselves. For Shibirin, his peace was within the memories he cared about whilst walking the earth a live man. The only goal he now had was to leave something positive behind that people will remember him by, something like peace itself...