1 Reunion with a Ghost[Jet/Private/NK] Sat Apr 15, 2017 6:19 pm
Daremo
S-rank
It was early morning in Iwagakure no Sato, the village hidden in the stone. The sun just starting to rise, painting the sky in oranges and yellows. People beginning to slowly wake up and start their day, merchants getting their shops ready, parents making breakfasts for their children with said children getting ready to go to school with some learning the art of murder and others learning the essentials needed to live a civilian life. All the while, high above the streets, away from the people below, shinobis of varying ranks and statues were moving across the rooftop, their barely touching the tiles before launching them off to the next, all the while, the populace below were unaware. This was just another day for those who called the village home.
As the sun shone into his apartment, one Guanyin Kido groaned, an uncharacteristic action for a man of his disposition, turning over so the sun's rays wouldn't hit his eyes. Normally, the Sannin would've been up by now, going about his day like many others were, however, a combination of multiple all-nighters and his current alignment left him not wanting to wake. Unfortunately or not, someone, no, something was planning to wake him.
"Young hatchling, wake up."
Nanashi's eyes lazily flickered open, having responded to the archaic language that urged him to awake. Yellow and animalistic, the reptilian eyes peered unblinkingly into a pair similar to his own, with the only difference being their coloration and intensity. "Morning," the singular word being spoken in the same archaic language the being, currently sitting on his chest, had spoken moments ago. To anyone else, it would sound like gibberish, but it was anything but that to him and the creatures who spoke it.
"Time to train.", he nodded in agreement with that settlement, getting up from the bed once the creature had moved, having to decide to curl up on the opposite side. "I won't be training with you today.", Nanashi didn't respond to the comment as he moved about the spacious room, putting on his attire for today, "Mother and Father want to talk to me about your progress to see if you are ready to take the test. So, far, you have handled it well, and seem to be ready. Only time will tell though.", Nanashi could also picture the creature shrugging after their statement before disappearing with a plume of smoke in it's wake
Twirling a pair of large senbons, the unorthodox weapons disappearing, being tucked within his flak jacket, Nanashi left his room and house entirely dressed in typical shinobi attire.
Stepping outside, a light breeze greeted him, causing his near waist length hair to shift a little. With a single bound, his form vanished from view, appearing on a nearby rooftop before flickering out of existence once more. Moving across the house's roofs, his thoughts shifted towards where he could train without being disturbed. The training grounds were out of the question with many of them usually being occupied by others who wish to hone their skills, not that he could fault them. The underground caverns littering in the wilderness was another option but was quickly dismissed. Some of them weren't the safest of places due to cave-ins and what lurk within them: not like he couldn't possibly deal with all of that, he simply didn't want to.
However, it seemed like fate, or maybe it was him subconsciously, had decided where he would train for the morning. Flickering into existence at the entrance that led to a familiar place. "Sightseeing Cliff.", he silently mused, walking along the trail that led one of Iwa's most notable landmarks. It had been a couple of years since he had stepped foot on this path, and even longer since he visited the landmark. The last time being with his former student, Yuurei Jet.
Jet
The name of his former student and apprentice, in his eyes at least, cause him to think back about their last encounter. A less than pleasant one that took place within Kumogakure no Sato. He remembered the rage he felt at the thought that she had kidnapped and hurt one of the many geishas that fell under his protection. Needless to say, he attacked her, and they fought with him coming extremely close to ending her life but staying his hand at the last moment and healing her, but not out of remorse. Finally, reaching the top of the cliff, he remembers the guilt he felt when the geisha, that he thought had been kidnapped by his student, told him the truth. Jet, the student he shouldn't have doubted, didn't kidnap the woman but saved her from some unsavory people who had less than pleasant plans for the geisha. The tongue lashing he received from the woman left him speechless, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. The woman had ever right to yell and scream at him back then, despite his younger self-beliefs, he didn't have complete control of his emotions then.
Now older, in his early thirties, he would like to think he had better control of his emotions.
Having reached the peak of the cliff, Nanashi shoved the thoughts to the aside, mentally preparing himself for the training that's he about to endure. Removing his flak jacket and deep maroon undershirt, one would notice a rather large bite mark on his right side. The tan skin around the mark is a nasty blackish-purple with blackish veins coming from it that seem to pulsate with each breath he took. A price to pay for what he wanted to learn.
Sitting down cross-legged, hands in a prayer fashion and head bowed, he released the restraints on his chakra while keeping it confine within him. A searing pain shot through his body, following the same path as his chakra paths, circulating through him endlessly. He tried but fail to hide the wince from appearing on his face as the pain seems to spike. All the while, the wound on his side began pulsating more quickly with the blackish veins beginning to encompass the entirety of his right side as nature chakra was being taken into his body.
So focusing on keeping the chakra from taking over, and the pain coursing through him, Nanashi wouldn't be aware of anything unless something broke his concentration.
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As the sun shone into his apartment, one Guanyin Kido groaned, an uncharacteristic action for a man of his disposition, turning over so the sun's rays wouldn't hit his eyes. Normally, the Sannin would've been up by now, going about his day like many others were, however, a combination of multiple all-nighters and his current alignment left him not wanting to wake. Unfortunately or not, someone, no, something was planning to wake him.
"Young hatchling, wake up."
Nanashi's eyes lazily flickered open, having responded to the archaic language that urged him to awake. Yellow and animalistic, the reptilian eyes peered unblinkingly into a pair similar to his own, with the only difference being their coloration and intensity. "Morning," the singular word being spoken in the same archaic language the being, currently sitting on his chest, had spoken moments ago. To anyone else, it would sound like gibberish, but it was anything but that to him and the creatures who spoke it.
"Time to train.", he nodded in agreement with that settlement, getting up from the bed once the creature had moved, having to decide to curl up on the opposite side. "I won't be training with you today.", Nanashi didn't respond to the comment as he moved about the spacious room, putting on his attire for today, "Mother and Father want to talk to me about your progress to see if you are ready to take the test. So, far, you have handled it well, and seem to be ready. Only time will tell though.", Nanashi could also picture the creature shrugging after their statement before disappearing with a plume of smoke in it's wake
Twirling a pair of large senbons, the unorthodox weapons disappearing, being tucked within his flak jacket, Nanashi left his room and house entirely dressed in typical shinobi attire.
Stepping outside, a light breeze greeted him, causing his near waist length hair to shift a little. With a single bound, his form vanished from view, appearing on a nearby rooftop before flickering out of existence once more. Moving across the house's roofs, his thoughts shifted towards where he could train without being disturbed. The training grounds were out of the question with many of them usually being occupied by others who wish to hone their skills, not that he could fault them. The underground caverns littering in the wilderness was another option but was quickly dismissed. Some of them weren't the safest of places due to cave-ins and what lurk within them: not like he couldn't possibly deal with all of that, he simply didn't want to.
However, it seemed like fate, or maybe it was him subconsciously, had decided where he would train for the morning. Flickering into existence at the entrance that led to a familiar place. "Sightseeing Cliff.", he silently mused, walking along the trail that led one of Iwa's most notable landmarks. It had been a couple of years since he had stepped foot on this path, and even longer since he visited the landmark. The last time being with his former student, Yuurei Jet.
Jet
The name of his former student and apprentice, in his eyes at least, cause him to think back about their last encounter. A less than pleasant one that took place within Kumogakure no Sato. He remembered the rage he felt at the thought that she had kidnapped and hurt one of the many geishas that fell under his protection. Needless to say, he attacked her, and they fought with him coming extremely close to ending her life but staying his hand at the last moment and healing her, but not out of remorse. Finally, reaching the top of the cliff, he remembers the guilt he felt when the geisha, that he thought had been kidnapped by his student, told him the truth. Jet, the student he shouldn't have doubted, didn't kidnap the woman but saved her from some unsavory people who had less than pleasant plans for the geisha. The tongue lashing he received from the woman left him speechless, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. The woman had ever right to yell and scream at him back then, despite his younger self-beliefs, he didn't have complete control of his emotions then.
Now older, in his early thirties, he would like to think he had better control of his emotions.
Having reached the peak of the cliff, Nanashi shoved the thoughts to the aside, mentally preparing himself for the training that's he about to endure. Removing his flak jacket and deep maroon undershirt, one would notice a rather large bite mark on his right side. The tan skin around the mark is a nasty blackish-purple with blackish veins coming from it that seem to pulsate with each breath he took. A price to pay for what he wanted to learn.
Sitting down cross-legged, hands in a prayer fashion and head bowed, he released the restraints on his chakra while keeping it confine within him. A searing pain shot through his body, following the same path as his chakra paths, circulating through him endlessly. He tried but fail to hide the wince from appearing on his face as the pain seems to spike. All the while, the wound on his side began pulsating more quickly with the blackish veins beginning to encompass the entirety of his right side as nature chakra was being taken into his body.
So focusing on keeping the chakra from taking over, and the pain coursing through him, Nanashi wouldn't be aware of anything unless something broke his concentration.
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