The boy stood in the place he once called home as he entered into the sanctum and looked to the five guardians in order to determine what it was that he had to do in order to find a path for himself as he placed his hands upon the seal of the temple it became clear that this section of the temple he called home had to be destroyed as his eyes changed from their usual red, what was it that was going to occur now in the midst of his past a storm began to rage as he remembered, a time when they were all together.

This is the story of a small boy born into a world adopted by a creed hidden within the illusion known as family.

Words 130

The boy looked to the first guardian who held a clear white ethereal like blade with the words etched and engraved deeply within its blade.

"Rend"

The meaning behind this was that no matter how powerful the enemy or how great an obstacle was the lesson was this. When one can not pierce through and finds a wall that can not be cut, look deep within yourself and then take up the sword that is your heart and rend it apart as you rend the wall within yourself and breakthrough for there is no wall that one can not pass and no goal that one can not surpass. To anything and everything that stands in your way rend it apart and walk your path

Words 130 + 124 = 254

The small boy took the white blade and raised it up and cut forth breaking the first great statue of the sword saint of the white edge. While not an official sword saint within the sanctum this was how he was known and outsiders were not allowed to know this, so was he not an outsider and why was his heart hurting so. In the end this was the path that he chose as he now made his way towards the second statue. This statue was a woman with long flowing hair from the top of her head to the bottom of the earth and spreading as she held a bowl and inside this bowl was some water like substance as he dropped the sword he held earlier as he looked to her with sadness in his eyes.

Etched on the top of her forehead was

"Perseverance"

Words = 254 + 147 = 401

He crossed his legs and sat before her as he began to meditate as the water stood calm within the bowl as he thought back to times when he had to persevere as he remembered all those years wasted inside the confines of a bed, with no hope of ever returning to a normal life again. It was with these thoughts he began to wonder what it was that made him persevere so long and why was he waiting and what was he expecting to appear before him.

He persevered and held his composure as he awaited for the moment to dawn upon him as the world kept moving he remained still.

Words 401 + 112 = 513

As time passed him by he felt a pain deep within his belly as he began to feel like he got stabbed as the pain kept digging deeper into his gut, the clouds had moved and the seasons would seem to change. It was unclear how long he had been waiting but he kept waiting for as long as it would take to reveal the truth behind who he was and the truth about who they were and he needed to know where he had to go.

As he kept his eyes closed he believed and he hoped that the moment would come as he felt the pain gnawing away at him as his ribs began to ache and a feeling as if he could die at any moment was upon him.

Words 513 + 132 = 645

He heard the drop as the water began to have a ripple effect in the bowl as he opened his eyes there was something within the bowl, he reached inside the water as he pressed against it and with a small click the statue shattered and the water splashed over him. He needed to cool off but he was not sure what the real meaning behind the end of this was as he now made his way to the third statue of the monk with the golden locks

This monk had nothing special about it and he could not find the key word as he searched around getting a bit frustrated until he noticed the golden locks were in fact gold.

Words 645 + 121 = 766

Training D-rank Jutsu Ignite

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