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Locked and Loaded [Private] Fri Mar 31, 2017 10:03 pm
Seiryū
D-rank
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An eerie whistle reached his ears, putting the white haired ANBU on edge instantly. Usually, Seiryū would be relatively calm and relaxed, not letting the slightest of noises deter him, but as of recently there had been moments where he knew something was off about his surroundings. No longer did Seiryū have only the peaceful atmosphere that surrounded him, for he had been constantly visited by the ghosts of his past, ghosts that haven’t forgotten what he had done nor would fully allow him to leave the past behind. As much as the jonin had tried to stray away from that life, no matter how much precaution he had taken to eliminate his ties with them, the ties had continued to exist nonetheless.
Having accomplished so much, yet so little, in the life of a shinobi, Seiryū knew that whatever actions he had taken would forever be written in the sand. They may eventually be forgotten, but they would always exist. The life of a shinobi was exactly that, numerous lives had been taken by his very own hands, all for the sake of trying to better himself – of trying to atone for his own past mistakes. Nothing that Seiryū would do, or has done, would be unwritten, for each memory would constantly live in his mind. Whether it be the memory of his abandonment by his father, his past as a supposed orphan, or his late adolescence of becoming a shinobi, all of those memories would constantly be present within the realm of his own mind – always present and never forgotten. Having no way to forget, he had taught himself to accept the past for what it was, solely to try and bring about a brighter future – one that would be at the risk of his own life at times. When it came down to the nitty-gritty, Seiryū had very little attached to his own name. Aside from numerous acquaintances who he could barely recall, a few people that could be considered friends, but unlikely to be seen ever again, there truly never was anyone Seiryū could rely on for the littlest details. He had always been alone and that pattern looks like it would continue. While Momo, a tiny female jerboa, had taken residence with him with no sight of leaving, that was the only real companionship Seiryū had over the past few months. With the exception of the ghosts that had visited over the past month and a half.
Ultimately, Seiryū knew there was only one route he could take to alleviate one portion of his past from coming back to hound him. And really, it was the most logical and efficient way to do so. Unfortunately, there would be no going back if he did so. The amount of times he encountered them in the past – with no physical confrontations – resulted in next to nothing, but he knew that wouldn’t last, not with them. He knew them, he had once thought like them, and he had been one of them at one point in his life. Thus, Seiryū knew that the only way to get them to stop was to make them stop. Really, this was the only way Seiryū knew that would cause them to stop, at least temporarily. Running, like he had been, while an option, wasn’t something he could do forever. Though, even if he did whatever idea his mind concocted, Seiryū knew that it would just create greater problems for himself in the future. It would be a start, one that would ultimately get Seiryū to his end goal, but it would be one step at a time. And, they would likely leave him be for some time, for he would no longer be in their jurisdiction for them to bother him.
Thus, with his mind set on this particular idea, Seiryū started gathering all his weaponry, ready to vacate his apartment. Turning to his female rodent companion, Seiryū would issue out one command to her, one that he hoped she understood, “Meet me where we first met. I should be there in an hour.” Then, Seiryū turned, ready to accomplish the task he set for himself.
699|699 Total
Having accomplished so much, yet so little, in the life of a shinobi, Seiryū knew that whatever actions he had taken would forever be written in the sand. They may eventually be forgotten, but they would always exist. The life of a shinobi was exactly that, numerous lives had been taken by his very own hands, all for the sake of trying to better himself – of trying to atone for his own past mistakes. Nothing that Seiryū would do, or has done, would be unwritten, for each memory would constantly live in his mind. Whether it be the memory of his abandonment by his father, his past as a supposed orphan, or his late adolescence of becoming a shinobi, all of those memories would constantly be present within the realm of his own mind – always present and never forgotten. Having no way to forget, he had taught himself to accept the past for what it was, solely to try and bring about a brighter future – one that would be at the risk of his own life at times. When it came down to the nitty-gritty, Seiryū had very little attached to his own name. Aside from numerous acquaintances who he could barely recall, a few people that could be considered friends, but unlikely to be seen ever again, there truly never was anyone Seiryū could rely on for the littlest details. He had always been alone and that pattern looks like it would continue. While Momo, a tiny female jerboa, had taken residence with him with no sight of leaving, that was the only real companionship Seiryū had over the past few months. With the exception of the ghosts that had visited over the past month and a half.
Ultimately, Seiryū knew there was only one route he could take to alleviate one portion of his past from coming back to hound him. And really, it was the most logical and efficient way to do so. Unfortunately, there would be no going back if he did so. The amount of times he encountered them in the past – with no physical confrontations – resulted in next to nothing, but he knew that wouldn’t last, not with them. He knew them, he had once thought like them, and he had been one of them at one point in his life. Thus, Seiryū knew that the only way to get them to stop was to make them stop. Really, this was the only way Seiryū knew that would cause them to stop, at least temporarily. Running, like he had been, while an option, wasn’t something he could do forever. Though, even if he did whatever idea his mind concocted, Seiryū knew that it would just create greater problems for himself in the future. It would be a start, one that would ultimately get Seiryū to his end goal, but it would be one step at a time. And, they would likely leave him be for some time, for he would no longer be in their jurisdiction for them to bother him.
Thus, with his mind set on this particular idea, Seiryū started gathering all his weaponry, ready to vacate his apartment. Turning to his female rodent companion, Seiryū would issue out one command to her, one that he hoped she understood, “Meet me where we first met. I should be there in an hour.” Then, Seiryū turned, ready to accomplish the task he set for himself.
699|699 Total
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