1 Sero The Demon Or Angel? ( NK/Inv Only/Sero) Tue Mar 21, 2017 1:41 am
Burittsu
D-rank
The morning was cold to the breath as Burittsu found himself on the wooden floors of the manor he sat in the corner and thought to himself for hours and hours without end. His mind was racing faster than his heart at the time as he actually found himself in the manor. As if the night before was a dream that wasn’t supposed to come true. But it did he met the demon and he looked him in all three of his eyes as they shined deeply into his soul ripping it apart only to observe it and put it back together as if it was puzzle trying to figure it out. The man in the room he left behind was something more than a shinobi but the words they exchanged that night rattled and played with his brain. Everything he thought he knew from his teacher seemed to be a lie as he was told a story that seemed to bare no lie. Especially from a being that he sat in front of and looked face to face with something no one else would probably do ever in their life.
Now that he thought about it he was a different type person then others the shinobi he talked to that night did mention something of his status. Putting even the title of Mizukage in the same sentence. Cracking his neck the male must have been someone known to mostly everyone was everyone except Burittsu of course he just met him last night. Exhaling a breath he did feel blessed that he didn’t wake up with anyone looking down at him or his happy that he woke up period especially after seeing the beast the serve their master. Which in fact was a beast on his own rights one that looks to kill but enough tricks to keep you going on wanting more. The taste of the wine was stained in his teeth leaving him that flavor of good taste. Reminding him that he actually filled his stomach to the brim for once something that he hasn’t done in a long time since probably a chunnin.
He did think about how life was good before all the drama and events before he lost his friend to someone who was merely a puppet. Now thinking about it whenever he saw Yasou once more he needed him to give out and spill more information about the person who hired him to kill Genbu. Even that made him chuckle as he knew if there was no actual puppet master ties were needed to be cut and the truth needed to hit his ear. Well that was something that for now could be put away and brought up later. Remaining on the ground he let out a groan gripping upon the walls next to him as his feet began to move looking for that secure grip to help him stand up and eventually get out of the corner.
His gaze studied everywhere possibly so nothing could come up and surprise him but what did catch him by curiosity it where was the host and did he really live in this place on his own. Taking one step on the floor sent out a loud creaking sound that was bound to wake up his host or anything else that resided in the building and even Burittsu decided to play it nice and not go on adventure that could possibly jeopardize his life. The storm itself was loud but it was good enough to put him to sleep but the cold was indeed there it felt like something he could not explain something manifested not from his chakra or even nature something that was darker.
Only one answer that could have been given in this type of situation as Burittsu continued to look at the interior decoration of the manor he was in the house of death itself. For some odd reason his only reaction was a smile upon his face a grin that showed how scared he was deep down inside but it wasn’t just that it seemed he found himself a source strong enough to give him a chance. A chance at being the person he wanted to be since the day that Genbu died a person to protect his comrades and the weak but mostly a person of vengeance and he knew if he could gain power he would indeed be strong enough to avenge himself. Taking a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down and slow down his heart rate he continued to focus upon the designs and portraits on the wall of the manor trying to ease his mind and remind himself that he was only out here because he was summoned. It seemed for training purposes and by the look of the island from that tour he took to get to the manor many must have ran away or died trying from the creatures that belong to the demon himself.
They may have seemed nice due to the fact their master was present but he doubt he would ever catch them acting the same way. When he wasn’t around he only thought of the chaos that would ensue if it were to happen. Even he knew without a doubt the spiders would win eventually killing him with their poison or simply outnumbering him to the point he didn’t have it in him to keep on fighting the giant beast that roamed the island. The size of each of them was enough to send chills down the back of Burittsu but thinking about facing them in combat was on a different level.
Looking up at the flight of stairs which led to somewhere mysterious he turned his back giving a grin as if he would fall for such a trap anything could occur going up those steps. Turning his back he drifted towards the window which showed him the lush plants and wildlife of the island as he saw in the distance shadows cutting through the green as if they were on the hunt. Only thing that he saw move at that speed were the giant spiders retreating from the room before Sero decided to put more on the table instead of a simple plate of food and a nice drink of wine.
The thought itself was too much for Burittsu to process and get through his mind but he did hope that the training Sero was mentioning was still up for grabs and he was ready for most likely a beating. And with that he continued to study nature from the safety of the manor without making a move or blinking much watching the beast move around in the forest and the plants dance in the breeze. He did like the garden that made by the man probably alone time on the island would give Burittsu the same amount of luck to test out what he could do instead of train, missions, and survive. Chuckling a little bit he found it amusing how he ended up in such a area far from the village but still so close but the silence was peaceful but he doubt it was like that in the forest with the hunting beast killing everything they can sink their fangs into.
“The beast of this island have two unique sides it seems they hunt and kill just like any other wild animal that is willing to survive. But when it comes to certain times they are obedient and friendly.. Best not cross paths with them but they are unique in many ways..”
WC:1268
Now that he thought about it he was a different type person then others the shinobi he talked to that night did mention something of his status. Putting even the title of Mizukage in the same sentence. Cracking his neck the male must have been someone known to mostly everyone was everyone except Burittsu of course he just met him last night. Exhaling a breath he did feel blessed that he didn’t wake up with anyone looking down at him or his happy that he woke up period especially after seeing the beast the serve their master. Which in fact was a beast on his own rights one that looks to kill but enough tricks to keep you going on wanting more. The taste of the wine was stained in his teeth leaving him that flavor of good taste. Reminding him that he actually filled his stomach to the brim for once something that he hasn’t done in a long time since probably a chunnin.
He did think about how life was good before all the drama and events before he lost his friend to someone who was merely a puppet. Now thinking about it whenever he saw Yasou once more he needed him to give out and spill more information about the person who hired him to kill Genbu. Even that made him chuckle as he knew if there was no actual puppet master ties were needed to be cut and the truth needed to hit his ear. Well that was something that for now could be put away and brought up later. Remaining on the ground he let out a groan gripping upon the walls next to him as his feet began to move looking for that secure grip to help him stand up and eventually get out of the corner.
His gaze studied everywhere possibly so nothing could come up and surprise him but what did catch him by curiosity it where was the host and did he really live in this place on his own. Taking one step on the floor sent out a loud creaking sound that was bound to wake up his host or anything else that resided in the building and even Burittsu decided to play it nice and not go on adventure that could possibly jeopardize his life. The storm itself was loud but it was good enough to put him to sleep but the cold was indeed there it felt like something he could not explain something manifested not from his chakra or even nature something that was darker.
Only one answer that could have been given in this type of situation as Burittsu continued to look at the interior decoration of the manor he was in the house of death itself. For some odd reason his only reaction was a smile upon his face a grin that showed how scared he was deep down inside but it wasn’t just that it seemed he found himself a source strong enough to give him a chance. A chance at being the person he wanted to be since the day that Genbu died a person to protect his comrades and the weak but mostly a person of vengeance and he knew if he could gain power he would indeed be strong enough to avenge himself. Taking a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down and slow down his heart rate he continued to focus upon the designs and portraits on the wall of the manor trying to ease his mind and remind himself that he was only out here because he was summoned. It seemed for training purposes and by the look of the island from that tour he took to get to the manor many must have ran away or died trying from the creatures that belong to the demon himself.
They may have seemed nice due to the fact their master was present but he doubt he would ever catch them acting the same way. When he wasn’t around he only thought of the chaos that would ensue if it were to happen. Even he knew without a doubt the spiders would win eventually killing him with their poison or simply outnumbering him to the point he didn’t have it in him to keep on fighting the giant beast that roamed the island. The size of each of them was enough to send chills down the back of Burittsu but thinking about facing them in combat was on a different level.
Looking up at the flight of stairs which led to somewhere mysterious he turned his back giving a grin as if he would fall for such a trap anything could occur going up those steps. Turning his back he drifted towards the window which showed him the lush plants and wildlife of the island as he saw in the distance shadows cutting through the green as if they were on the hunt. Only thing that he saw move at that speed were the giant spiders retreating from the room before Sero decided to put more on the table instead of a simple plate of food and a nice drink of wine.
The thought itself was too much for Burittsu to process and get through his mind but he did hope that the training Sero was mentioning was still up for grabs and he was ready for most likely a beating. And with that he continued to study nature from the safety of the manor without making a move or blinking much watching the beast move around in the forest and the plants dance in the breeze. He did like the garden that made by the man probably alone time on the island would give Burittsu the same amount of luck to test out what he could do instead of train, missions, and survive. Chuckling a little bit he found it amusing how he ended up in such a area far from the village but still so close but the silence was peaceful but he doubt it was like that in the forest with the hunting beast killing everything they can sink their fangs into.
“The beast of this island have two unique sides it seems they hunt and kill just like any other wild animal that is willing to survive. But when it comes to certain times they are obedient and friendly.. Best not cross paths with them but they are unique in many ways..”
WC:1268