1 The Evil Tree Awaits [Fukai/Private] Thu Aug 27, 2015 3:24 am
Hyūga Satsuji
D-rank
It had been a few days ago since he had been in the interior of the hotel resort that was Mt. Ikkyu. The location that was a hot spring didn’t exactly fit well with him, especially since he was so young since he didn’t entirely see the purpose as to why one was needed, but he did simply feel as if they were… Weird. Why not simply take a hot bath in your privacy instead of stripping to the nude in front of the same gender as you? There were much more ways for someone to relax in the world, and being naked just wasn’t one of the things that he found… Entertaining. Because it had been a few days since he had last been in the hotel, it had also been quite a while since he had seen a Hyuga other than his father’s brother and his cousin, the two retainers that had come with the young Hyuga Genin that was Satsuji. Due to that inconvenience he was forced to practice what he knew of Juken on his own time, and alone. Not that he particularly cared, he rarely saw the reason to find someone to be his partner.
Unless it’s father, then it’s fine. He’s one of the best.
Drawing in a breath, he looked around Kumogakure no Sato, the Village Hidden in the Clouds. There were so many people around, although he had been made aware that it was significantly less after the first stage of the Chunin Selection Exams, and when he had gone as far as to ask why, his uncle had reminded him that many people had gone to see members of their own village partake, friends and family, and in the instant that said participant had fallen or loss in their assignment, then those groups of people that had come to support them would’ve no doubt left soon after. Because they had arrived between the first and second stages, Satsuji’s cousin and uncle had both told him repeatedly that he was quite lucky to have arrived when people were leaving and others prepared for an even longer stay. But he didn’t bother asking another question in the fear of being berated by those handlers of his.
Folding his arms over his chest, he walked down the road, ever closer to the Durian Tree of Knowledge. A tree that sits on the same mountain as the Administration Building, and it’s even speculated to be evil. He had heard rumours that in times past the inhabitants of Kumogakure no Sato had wanted to remove it, but they were also smart enough to not attempt such a thing. It was said that the tree wasn’t actually evil in essence, instead, it simply harboured evil, absorbing malicious, violent, and evil thoughts from those that came within it’s proximity. Looking closely, it was clear that the tree had fruits upon it, and he remembered the words of his uncle that morning.
“Don’t think about touching those fruit, boy. No one knows the true mysteries that lay behind thise great tree. Tread carefully and…” Of course at that point Satsuji was already gone, not caring to hear the rest of the counsel that he was meant to be receiving. He knew he’d receive an earful for it when he returned to their room at the inn, but he was particularly interested in this tree… To see if it truly drew out evil and malicious thoughts from those that came close to it.
The breath that he had inhaled moments before was finally exhaled, releasing the pent up breath as if it were going to protect his inner, darkest secrets from the public eye. Once he started to get close to the tree, he expected to see a darker version of himself being torn from his body’s clutches and to be absorbed by the tree, but alas, he saw nothing… Except wood, and fruit hanging on the branches high above the people that had came alone.
WC: 666
Unless it’s father, then it’s fine. He’s one of the best.
Drawing in a breath, he looked around Kumogakure no Sato, the Village Hidden in the Clouds. There were so many people around, although he had been made aware that it was significantly less after the first stage of the Chunin Selection Exams, and when he had gone as far as to ask why, his uncle had reminded him that many people had gone to see members of their own village partake, friends and family, and in the instant that said participant had fallen or loss in their assignment, then those groups of people that had come to support them would’ve no doubt left soon after. Because they had arrived between the first and second stages, Satsuji’s cousin and uncle had both told him repeatedly that he was quite lucky to have arrived when people were leaving and others prepared for an even longer stay. But he didn’t bother asking another question in the fear of being berated by those handlers of his.
Folding his arms over his chest, he walked down the road, ever closer to the Durian Tree of Knowledge. A tree that sits on the same mountain as the Administration Building, and it’s even speculated to be evil. He had heard rumours that in times past the inhabitants of Kumogakure no Sato had wanted to remove it, but they were also smart enough to not attempt such a thing. It was said that the tree wasn’t actually evil in essence, instead, it simply harboured evil, absorbing malicious, violent, and evil thoughts from those that came within it’s proximity. Looking closely, it was clear that the tree had fruits upon it, and he remembered the words of his uncle that morning.
“Don’t think about touching those fruit, boy. No one knows the true mysteries that lay behind thise great tree. Tread carefully and…” Of course at that point Satsuji was already gone, not caring to hear the rest of the counsel that he was meant to be receiving. He knew he’d receive an earful for it when he returned to their room at the inn, but he was particularly interested in this tree… To see if it truly drew out evil and malicious thoughts from those that came close to it.
The breath that he had inhaled moments before was finally exhaled, releasing the pent up breath as if it were going to protect his inner, darkest secrets from the public eye. Once he started to get close to the tree, he expected to see a darker version of himself being torn from his body’s clutches and to be absorbed by the tree, but alas, he saw nothing… Except wood, and fruit hanging on the branches high above the people that had came alone.
WC: 666