1 Eye of the storm. Mon Jan 08, 2018 12:49 pm
Zeref Kyōakuna
D-rank
The gods whispered to the man, "You can not withstand the storm." The man whispered to the gods, "I am the storm."
Zeref sat cross legged on a stone pillar about ten feet in height, and only wide enough to sit or stand. He wore his newly created Kōton gauntlets, resting them on his knees, his eyes closed. The hair on the back of his neck standing up from the small charge of electricity in the air, every few seconds a crack of thunder echoes through the area as a bolt of lightning struck one of several rods in the area. Despite the sound snapping through the air, Zeref stayed in his meditative state thinking back to the harsh teachings of his father.
"Listen closely boy, you have one purpose in life. To serve, to be a obedient dog of war." Noc, Zerefs father looked down at the beaten boy no older then eight. "Beyond that, you are nothing, just a tool, a weapon made to be pointed in a direction and unleashed." The boy looked at his father with hateful eyes, but only spoke two words. "Yes father."
Zerefs father trained him, taught him how to survive, kill, fight, at least up until his death partly at Zerefs hands. Since that day Zerefs only goal was to get strong enough to never be under someone else's thumb, to never be used for the purpose his father tried to turn him into. As of now Zeref was a shinobi of kumogakure, even without his father it seemed fate wanted Zeref to be a weapon, someones weapon, Zeref would only be a pawn of the higher ranks of the village for so long, for now he needed to be a pawn to be able to get stronger till the time was right.
Zeref allowed his mind to wander as he continued to meditate from his past, to his present and then to plans for his future. He had already started to plan his rise to power, it was only a matter of time until he reached his goals or died trying. Zeref would leave a body in his wake if needed, what ever suited his needs the most, he was able to mold to fit any role only time would tell what he would become.
"Damn it boy, again, this time do it as I ordered!" The words came from a harsh older man, Zerefs father Noc. Zeref a mere boy of ten, his upper body bare, dripping with blood, sweat and rain, stood up picking up a steel blade. After a moment Zeref lunged at his father aiming to pierce him through the stomach. In response Noc side stepped, bring the hilt of his own sword on the back of Zerefs skull knocking him down. Zeref laid face down in the mud, blood dripping from the back of his skull. "Pathetic, useless, and weak. You should of died instead of that woman, at least i had use of her." The woman he spoke of was Zerefs mother, just another tool in Nocs eyes. Noc started to walk back towards the house leaving his son in the mud. Hearing him speak of his mother always pissed off Zeref. At the mention of her Zeref rose to a single knee breathing heavy, he drove the blade into the dirt and a split second later a steel spike erupted just in front of Noc slicing his cheek. "Tsk, can't even kill me while my back is turned?." Noc twisted and flung his blade at Zeref catching him in the collar piercing through his back.
Dispute the thunder and lightning all around him, Zeref remained in a perfect meditative state, his mind flashing between past, present and future. There have been rumors of conflict spreading through other villages, as well as his own, rumors of power hungry kages, and a man on a purging mission, Zeref was only loyal to his own needs. Zeref has been weighing the odds between how likely it would be that he could survive a war on Kumogakure side. The village, from what he has seen was lacking in power, and in numbers, but did that have allies? Could they create allies? Only time would tell of what will come of the village, and were Zeref will place himself. Something was coming, Zeref could feel it, more and more shinobi were joining the village almost like the village was preparing for something.
Not only that the village has been sending himself along with one another Genin Tomohiro on missions, mission that usually only chunin would take, or when they did send genin it had a no kill order attached. With the last mission completed, both Zeref and Tomohiro had spilled blood at the villagers orders. It wasn't the first time Zeref has killed before.
A man, Noc, stood against a wall his arms crossed over his chest. The room was dimly lite, with only a single chair in the middle, tied to the chair was a beaten and bloody man his head hanging limply. Just in front of the man stood a sliver haired boy roughly the age of eleven. "Do it boy, you got the information, now end it." Zeref looked to Noc,
his father and then back to the tied up man, with out a second guess and slit the mans throat spraying blood all of himself, a wickid smile crossed Nocs face.
Zeref couldn't help but think that the village was up to something, placing the two together on missions was on thing since they were on a team, but sending the two alone of higher ranking missions was another. They never went with their other teammate, nor their senei, that is one thing that was puzzling Zeref, it was something he had to figure out, he didn't like being used. It was one thing to just tell him to do this or that, but to try and pull his strings from the shadows was a completely different matter. Zeref wouldn't allow it.
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