1 Judgement hath come[Priv•Plot] Mon Nov 28, 2016 11:00 am
Aomine
D-rank
"I'm not afraid of death but see to it that Ichido gets whats coming for him, Senju. He will attend a meeting in the thunder grounds of kumogakure about a month from now. Beware, he is highly guarded."
Those were the last words of the shinobi -Zen before he met his demise at the hands of this jounin that would later come to be acknowledged as Syn of the Sharingan. Both Zen and his master Ichido had committed a terrible crime to Syn especially and the whole world at large. They had indulged in an immoral way of revitalizing their own life span with the use of another's life force. Syn had happened to survive this deadly ritual through some mystical grace that was beyond his own understanding but in return, he was brought back as an empty husk left to roam the world unguided. This man fought his way through all odds and in the end retrieved his lost memories from the depths of where they had been burried as he began the hunt for the two who had shed his first skin and taken away his previous life. Zen was the first to fall at the hands of the Senju and Ichido was next in line.
TIME: 8:00pm
LOCATION: SYN'S WOODEN HOUSE
It was all as if nothing was going to happen. The jounin had calmed himself all day, taking his time to sleep all through for the greater hunt to come. No, this wasn't an hunt, it was an extermination. He was going to sever the last ties to his former life as Draygglez Senju. After Ichido's death, no one would know.. Or so he thought. The day had been unlike any other. He had spent more than enough time resting and it was about time. He looked at the clock and watched every second tick. He was not restless and neither was he in a hurry. He had planned not to allow his anger overtake him but he was not certain if he could guarantee that. He was going to savour every moment of the battle and he did not expect to finish off his target so easily. The first time, he had been captured by a rat with a very silly technique. Cowardly he'd say but versatile too. Tricks were very good in turning the tides of a battle and even the mighty could apply a few for better results.
He looked once more, about fifteen minutes to eight thirty pm. He walked calmly into the shower and turned the knob as the water flushed down on him. The cold temperature soothed his nerves, giving him some sort of comfort. Water is life. The jounin got out of the bathroom, walking towards his window and staring out to the sky while letting his body dry by itself.
The stars were just beginning to come out and they basked beautifully in the glory of the full moon. It was always said that a full moon could signify a great number of things and this one here, Syn believed was a sign that the blood of a man.. No, the blood of more than one man would be spilled today because he knew that there would be many others willing to sacrifice their lives at the end of Syn's blades for Ichido's cause. He breathed out slowly, his body fully dry as he walked over to his wadrobe. Picking out a black knee length high collared coat and pants, he wore them over his already worn camelio suit as he wrapped pieces of bandages round his hands though not covering his fingers. He rechecked his inventory that contained about twnety kunais, fifteen shurikens, twenty senbons, some smoke bombs and two explosive tags as the bag rested tightly on his right back pocket while a maximum of three scrolls were about his waist. He removed the demon's fang from where it rested on the wall as he took a minute to sharpen the blade, striking it softly to hear the tingling sound it made loudly. His black high soled shoes were next and he was done. Oh, one more thing. He picked up his kumogakure no sato head band and tied it around his head before sliding the head band down to cover his left sharingan. Fully equipped, he exited his home, locking the little mercy he had within him inside the house.
This mission is one that regards no mercy, only violence!
WC:792
Those were the last words of the shinobi -Zen before he met his demise at the hands of this jounin that would later come to be acknowledged as Syn of the Sharingan. Both Zen and his master Ichido had committed a terrible crime to Syn especially and the whole world at large. They had indulged in an immoral way of revitalizing their own life span with the use of another's life force. Syn had happened to survive this deadly ritual through some mystical grace that was beyond his own understanding but in return, he was brought back as an empty husk left to roam the world unguided. This man fought his way through all odds and in the end retrieved his lost memories from the depths of where they had been burried as he began the hunt for the two who had shed his first skin and taken away his previous life. Zen was the first to fall at the hands of the Senju and Ichido was next in line.
...Today is the day...
...The bells of doom would toll...
...The colors of crimsion would stain the clouds...
...And the vultures of the sky would feast with joy...
...Cos a soul would be reaped...
...And locked away.. IN ETERNAL DAMNATION!...
...The bells of doom would toll...
...The colors of crimsion would stain the clouds...
...And the vultures of the sky would feast with joy...
...Cos a soul would be reaped...
...And locked away.. IN ETERNAL DAMNATION!...
TIME: 8:00pm
LOCATION: SYN'S WOODEN HOUSE
It was all as if nothing was going to happen. The jounin had calmed himself all day, taking his time to sleep all through for the greater hunt to come. No, this wasn't an hunt, it was an extermination. He was going to sever the last ties to his former life as Draygglez Senju. After Ichido's death, no one would know.. Or so he thought. The day had been unlike any other. He had spent more than enough time resting and it was about time. He looked at the clock and watched every second tick. He was not restless and neither was he in a hurry. He had planned not to allow his anger overtake him but he was not certain if he could guarantee that. He was going to savour every moment of the battle and he did not expect to finish off his target so easily. The first time, he had been captured by a rat with a very silly technique. Cowardly he'd say but versatile too. Tricks were very good in turning the tides of a battle and even the mighty could apply a few for better results.
He looked once more, about fifteen minutes to eight thirty pm. He walked calmly into the shower and turned the knob as the water flushed down on him. The cold temperature soothed his nerves, giving him some sort of comfort. Water is life. The jounin got out of the bathroom, walking towards his window and staring out to the sky while letting his body dry by itself.
The stars were just beginning to come out and they basked beautifully in the glory of the full moon. It was always said that a full moon could signify a great number of things and this one here, Syn believed was a sign that the blood of a man.. No, the blood of more than one man would be spilled today because he knew that there would be many others willing to sacrifice their lives at the end of Syn's blades for Ichido's cause. He breathed out slowly, his body fully dry as he walked over to his wadrobe. Picking out a black knee length high collared coat and pants, he wore them over his already worn camelio suit as he wrapped pieces of bandages round his hands though not covering his fingers. He rechecked his inventory that contained about twnety kunais, fifteen shurikens, twenty senbons, some smoke bombs and two explosive tags as the bag rested tightly on his right back pocket while a maximum of three scrolls were about his waist. He removed the demon's fang from where it rested on the wall as he took a minute to sharpen the blade, striking it softly to hear the tingling sound it made loudly. His black high soled shoes were next and he was done. Oh, one more thing. He picked up his kumogakure no sato head band and tied it around his head before sliding the head band down to cover his left sharingan. Fully equipped, he exited his home, locking the little mercy he had within him inside the house.
This mission is one that regards no mercy, only violence!
WC:792