Yes the new breed of shinobi did roam around the village and forest these days it was amusing the male how many of them suddenly graduated from the academy but he had his eye on the latest news. A boy that seemed to suffer at the hand of fate himself the name teasing was easy to point out but the rock throwing at him was far too much it been awhile since Burittsu heard the story of this young boy. But from his eyes he didn’t see a walking psychopath what he saw was a scared boy hoping to find some type of answer in all honesty he reminded him of himself when he was younger. Burittsu recalled it so easily he walked just in that fashion when he the news of his parents deaths reached his ears he was alone from that day on Burittsu sat on the roof of a building across from where this child lived. When the boy began to move he would move as he stood up on his two feet having the sun hit his back it was warm but by now he was used to pure solar rays. He wore black parachute pants, a blue sleeveless jacket with a fur hoodie, and the usual shinobi sandals his brown skin made him stand out from the usual shinobi of the mist but all in all he was still dangerous to the enemies.

“This is the one who did it huh? I don’t see a monster..”

He watched and followed from the roof as the people called him names and belittled him throwing names but he was a wild one his lips moved but it was all the same. As even the children began to fear him indeed a living breathing version of himself taking out his frustration on those who will never understand to have their loved ones die. Feeling powerless was worse but the name calling made it seem that the pain would last forever and Burittsu knew better than anyone else the pain would indeed last for a while. As the kids ran he continued on and so did Burittsu being his shadow hearing the whispers of the on going lookers wherever he was going it did lead a bit away from the city itself. Isolation and death spread across the land it was the cemetery a peaceful and quiet place to all who came to mourn about a death Burittsu himself hasn’t attended in such a long time.

Watching from the shadows he watched the boy suffer in pain he cried and screamed but it seemed his pleading wasn’t good enough to shake the dead when Burittsu was younger his pain revived the essence of chakra that was left behind by his mother and father. In this case the boy was truly alone not even in a message from the dead to make him raise his head and look up appearing from the shadow as he clapped his hands together slowly and loudly. He revealed himself as his navy blue hair stuck out from the darkness his hair matched the colors of his eyes but his eyes themselves weren’t just blue they saw through the pain.

Knowing the feeling as they shined bright from within the darkness it took mere seconds until Burittsu himself was fully exposed out into the open but by than the boy seemed to have pulled out a book and began to take a step. Indeed these claps would have caught his attention but he didn’t want to seem to rash he was just done crying and he didn’t want to say any words that might push the boy down the same path he went towards. To Burittsu it would be a little game of seeing the true nature of this so called “Killer” if he really had the blood and nerve to kill his family members or was it all just a mistake and the situation itself happened out of pure accident. Walking behind the boy continuing to clap he treated it as an experiment he knew the boy didn’t seem like a killer not even a presence of any malice was being sensed from him.

“I know you hear me so do me the favor and put the book down and turn around young shinobi I’ve heard your story from listening to the people of the village but is this story the truth or a lie? You see i’m here to find out what type of person you are deep down inside but let’s not start to rough let’s take it slow and calm. You can call me Burittsu Yuki now what is your name?”

The pain Burittsu felt before was watching the young man go through it alone with no friends or anyone by his side that was the same path Burittsu took when he was younger but eventually he met friends. Not only friends people who thrived to be better and make him better in the process from teacher to comrade he respected them all even if they left him alone to grow stronger and train. He wasn’t going to let another shinobi fall under the pressure of pure hatred towards the village like he did but if it meant he could save one life and possibly the future of this shinobi’s life the world could become a better place.

That he believed in everyone needed some hope to him one day justice will be delivered to those who harmed him sending a message out to all those who have also been harmed that it’s okay to rebel and fight back. A smile appeared on his face for some odd reason he felt as if he could save this boy from the torment and that he would try to do. Passing the boy on the path and waving him over as he kept on walking Burittsu had a plan in mind one that had a chance at opening this boy’s heart but if it didn’t he trusted himself that he would find another source in helping him.

“Come let’s keep moving I got a lot to teach you about life.”

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Why is everything so heavy?












 

“H-Hello sir.... My name is Tatsumi Natake..... I am scum..... Why would you talk with me? Please, can you hit me and go otherwise the villagers will bully and you. I don't want you to be harmed because of me...”

The kid could talk but he didn’t seem like a threat not one bit probably the rumors were all just a lie so the villagers could vent out their frustrations on someone weaker but if the villagers wanted to pick a fight. Indeed it would be with the wrong shinobi each and everyone single one of them would be treated as smugglers and killed like smugglers going through enough pain to that they beg for death themselves. It didn’t matter as he continued to make his way down the path completely ignoring the question he was asked of the man as Burittsu walked down towards this path which led into a large empty field close to a near training area.

It was quiet and for good reason Burittsu used to cut through this path long ago but never seemed to fully stay until one day himself the answers he needed were presented to him the day he saw the miracle of birth. From the beast that used the forest as a home it changed his perspective on life as it also showed him that everything was born happy, and good this was what he learned and from that point on he continued to use this known fact on everyone he tends to meet. This boy was no murder he couldn’t do it even if he tried it was more than a casual killing of his family they did indeed die but due to the fact of something else. Standing on the path he thought to himself for a mere moment before looking over his shoulder and began to fully face the man.

“Your name is Tatsumi huh well this is a perfect place for me to hear your story sit down in the grass if you wish and let the land the consume you with nothing but its freedom and non judging tone. Tell me from the start to end on everything that happen before the death of your family I need details don’t leave nothing out.”

Making his way cutting through the grass as butterflies quickly shot up into the air showing off different shades of color catching the swift attention of Burittsu as he stopping his tracks to watch them flutter off into the dark forest. Their multiple colored wings flapped into the darkness as their color simply faded until it was nothing to be seen but pure darkness if there was more that needed to be seen it would have been wise to go in there a long time ago. Rubbing his chin he looked for a soft nice spot to sit down until coming onto a nice spot with short grass as the calm breeze brushed along his body. The weather was perfect for this type of day especially for a meeting such as this one that will dig into the boy’s mind but if he didn’t decide to tell the truth there was other ways of making people talk.

Looking up into the sky he only could smile knowing another kind soul was shining down upon him and watching him he could only live his life the way he wanted to be just like him. But something about him still seemed off as if he wanted the man to go away and how many people really know of this lie. A true battle of peace was needed but first it could only be attained by the acts that you do in the village even if it mean recruiting agents of darkness to prove a point Burittsu was indeed. Focusing his attention back onto the boy himself he awaited for him to get to reply back.

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