1 Highnoon; The Demonic Tree...[P/NK] Wed Jan 13, 2016 11:34 am
Seito
D-rank
Leaves wrestled in the air, desperate in their attempt to abolish their association with the Demonic Tree of Knowledge. Black orbs examined the leaves as he stood in silence at the base of the tree. He noted how much the leaves struggled to break free, they notably flicked in the breeze. If the leaves were to get their desires and be set free from the tree, they would die. Yet, if they endure the pain of absorbing evil, then they would live a longer and more nutritious life. The young Hattori watched in silence, unsure if he should do anything. The eyes of the leaves called for desperate help; yet, Seito was unsure if he was willing to do this.
His mind pondered for only a few seconds, then his hand grasped his Hattori tanto that laid behind his left shoulder. He slowly unsheathed it, and cut a single leaf from the tree. The winds carried the leaf with joy as it pummeled down towards the village. Only to be forgotten, step on and eventually die as a shriveled leaf. This was oddly surreal for the boy, a real moment in life that had placed an unusual somber effect on the young man. He examined the tree for any more volunteers and seemingly, they all changed their minds by enduring the winds with the branches they kept them all together. Seito quickly put his tanto back with almost a feeling of regret as he took several steps back to embank in the tree's warmth, to hide in the cooling shade that encompassed the entirety of the mountain.
The lean shinobi was captured by the legendary fruit of the demonic tree. He only heard about the fruit. It would cause mesmerizing flavors to envelop in the mouth, begging for more to be eaten but eventually cause stomach pains. He figured some loony heads must have been addicted to the fruit. His heart and mind wanted to try the fruit for the experience; to cross it off his list of a life well lived. He stood there as the wind pushed his trench like coat and played with his hair; as the leaves danced in the breeze. The only two in the vicinity stared at each other, analyzing each other. His lips begun to curl into a light smile as the demonic tree started daggers into his soul.
He stood there in almost a trace, thinking about all the bad things he had ever done in his life. Nothing to bad but he remembered stealing money from his mothers purse, or lying to his supervisors. He remembered about the time when he had to hold the secret or maybe his own boss would have been fired, even though he should have. It seemed like the tree was forcing these dark thoughts out of his head, compelling Seito to let go of all the terrible things he had done and start a new. No wonder why people would get addicted to this tree, it was cleansing for the soul. A large exhale exited his body as he stood with the tree, with a smile.
His mind pondered for only a few seconds, then his hand grasped his Hattori tanto that laid behind his left shoulder. He slowly unsheathed it, and cut a single leaf from the tree. The winds carried the leaf with joy as it pummeled down towards the village. Only to be forgotten, step on and eventually die as a shriveled leaf. This was oddly surreal for the boy, a real moment in life that had placed an unusual somber effect on the young man. He examined the tree for any more volunteers and seemingly, they all changed their minds by enduring the winds with the branches they kept them all together. Seito quickly put his tanto back with almost a feeling of regret as he took several steps back to embank in the tree's warmth, to hide in the cooling shade that encompassed the entirety of the mountain.
The lean shinobi was captured by the legendary fruit of the demonic tree. He only heard about the fruit. It would cause mesmerizing flavors to envelop in the mouth, begging for more to be eaten but eventually cause stomach pains. He figured some loony heads must have been addicted to the fruit. His heart and mind wanted to try the fruit for the experience; to cross it off his list of a life well lived. He stood there as the wind pushed his trench like coat and played with his hair; as the leaves danced in the breeze. The only two in the vicinity stared at each other, analyzing each other. His lips begun to curl into a light smile as the demonic tree started daggers into his soul.
He stood there in almost a trace, thinking about all the bad things he had ever done in his life. Nothing to bad but he remembered stealing money from his mothers purse, or lying to his supervisors. He remembered about the time when he had to hold the secret or maybe his own boss would have been fired, even though he should have. It seemed like the tree was forcing these dark thoughts out of his head, compelling Seito to let go of all the terrible things he had done and start a new. No wonder why people would get addicted to this tree, it was cleansing for the soul. A large exhale exited his body as he stood with the tree, with a smile.