You are not connected. Please login or register

Naruto Saga » Kaze no Kuni » Kaze no Kuni Wilderness » Kaze no Kuni Border » Dishonor-bound |Private|

View previous topic View next topic Go down Message [Page 1 of 1]

1Dishonor-bound |Private| Empty Dishonor-bound |Private| Fri Dec 22, 2017 1:46 pm

Hika

Hika


D-rank
Hey, it wasn't like the name didn't beg investigation.
I've been making my rounds through the wilds - civilization doesn't do me much good at the present moment. Things that seem interesting, even if only superficially, are worth at least a little of my time. Enjoying myself is far from my lowest priority when things are the way they are. In one respect, of course, to the constant strife that was destined to occur between countries.

But don't think I forgot about all of you.

....at that point, I burst into a sort of internal laughter, visible to an onlooker only as a man with a slight, silent, repeated heave to his breath, chuckling without an utterance. Verisimilitude? Normality? Things I, at that moment, lacked. Then again, what kinda crackpot would ever be classed as 'normal'? A guy that can internally monologue at length about things that other people might consider trivial or absurd, and then speaking at entities that might well not exist....

No. I know you're watching, you twisted....gods? Are you gods for having the power to do this to us? So much of what's happened in the past time...am I just in denial that people are really so flawed or evil, or is it you?

The mountains subsided into hills, into dunes. The landscapes passed me by almost in fast-forward. Loneliness was, at times, a blessing - it meant that I wasn't surrounded by people who weren't aware of their own lack of agency. Maybe even the Kage, for all their might, were powerless against...whatever these things were. The ways of the animals, at least, didn't seem so contrived. Maybe their lack of usefulness meant they could live their lives in peace. Oh, what a luxury. At any rate, it wasn't worth my time to speak to those that wouldn't answer. Struggling against this sort of control...even struggling against whatever might be controlling me...a fruitless effort, maybe. Even one that I'll probably be unable to divulge for sometime.

Right. Distract yourself from existential crises via sightseeing. The arid land was, as expected, barren and all but devoid of life that dared emerge while I stepped through. Might've expected more just before dusk, though - right when it's getting bearable. The crater rolled over the horizon, revealing itself - an odd wavering of the air unsettled me. Or maybe I'd just never seen it before. Funny how lack of familiarity could just put me on edge like that... makes sense why I don't go into towns any more. Still, this must have been it - the product of a single person's rebellion against slavery. It wasn't so poetic and romanticized, however - it was one of the slaves that caused the place to so constantly burn. Was this the product of...them, too? Would these beings so readily destroy such a large part of the environment just for kicks? Was the entire slavery of those people just a setup for the one to break them all out?

My feet meeting the sheer edge of the crater, I stood contemplating the mystery of this place.

The mystery we all faced.

530

2Dishonor-bound |Private| Empty Re: Dishonor-bound |Private| Tue Dec 26, 2017 5:38 pm

Kizashi

Kizashi


D-rank
Soft kisses upon the sand were his foot steps, kicking up dust as he blazed his trail. The man shrouded in more than mystery, shrouded in the deaths of those he'd left behind, those he'd let down, those who would eventually need him. Still, he walked, trying to find some method to the madness of the world at this point. He wore black clothing, a netted shirt with no sleeves under a black gi top. Black shinobi tights and tabi with sneakers. It was an outfit he thought he'd grown out of, but we never truly grow out of the things familiar. Upon the back left of his belt was a tanto, upon the left eyebrow down to the cheek was a scar that even went through his eye lid. The man was a story walking, and if one looked through the netted shirt, they'd see the 'x' shaped scar upon his chest, the middle wider and circular, as though one had tried to drill through it. The man had a tattoo upon his left shoulder, the mark of the ANBU, with the right bearing the mark of an Uchiha and under it a scar of a village he once served, one that hid within the sand.

The man was Syekren Uchiha, a traitor to his roots, a traitor to his home, a traitor to those he called clansmen. The left eye in his head, a different colour from his right, was a testament to the last traitorous deed he'd committed again one who was his clan. Syekren walked lazily through the sands, his mind not really telling where he was going, only focused on actually moving. Moving until he could do so no longer. He held a flask of water, a large one, in his left hand, which he sipped from occasionally. His foot steps in the sand disappearing eventually to the winds that blew through the wilderness of the land of wind, sand covering anything that once made a mark upon the land. The man eventually came towards the site of a slave's rebellion, a flaming crater in the earth that still burned even after all the years it had been passed. Here was where the man found a young looking boy, staring into the chasm of flame and death as though he too, had some sort of strange purpose out in the endless dunes.

Syekren stopped his walking when he reached the side of the young man, staring into the abyss below. The flames that would swallow any who entered without the knowledge to trek it, the knowledge that came with being a local. Syekren silently sipped upon his flask, looking into the chasm before he spoke, his gruff voice a bit lower than one might except, lest they pay attention to the time worn face he had and the greying hairs. "One never knows what they'll find when they wander the sands, never know what you're going to see. The sands of the land of wind swallow any who try to conquer without the proper strength and it's here we see the effects of that. They say this crater of hell fire comes from a slave rebellion, but in reality it comes from someone too weak to hold onto power being destroyed by it. He tried to keep those who had strength of their own under his boot forcefully when he himself had no strength to speak of. Now he belongs to these flames and to the sand, a memory that will be gone as soon as you leave." He continued staring, quietly thinking on why he'd come out here, especially when he was to kill the council. Many unanswered queries on his mind, which could be the reason he wandered in the first place.

639

3Dishonor-bound |Private| Empty Re: Dishonor-bound |Private| Tue Dec 26, 2017 9:58 pm

Tame

Tame


D-rank
It wasn't so easy, doing this.

An ANBU of this caliber was, at some point in Tame's life, a triviality. Even now, the most adept ninja had failed to find him. Nothing but his normal casualwear adorning him as invisibly as his own body existed, nothing but waiting was due for him now. He knew what he had planned, he knew that there wasn't any going back now that he'd made so many preparations. Nothing was on him, naught but a single trinket from his most infamous escapade. Soon, he hoped, even that would leave him. And then he would leave in one way or another.

Putting himself out into the open - it was not a routine matter for someone such as he. His jutsu were used so often that combat wasn't any sort of issue for him - evade instead of fight. He wasn't the same man he used to be, yet the weights of his past actions proved less than simple to doff. Even by the standards of the people that knew what he did, the entire world, even - he could never be forgiven. Barbarism begat barbarism - blood needed to be spilt if anyone was to have their amends for such a crime. It was, however, not all the rest that anchored his heart to the pit. His own realization, that epiphany after weeks upon weeks of silence, showed him the error of his actions, if slowly. So much time, so many words exchanged with himself....there was plenty of room for him to change his paradigm.

And perhaps it wasn't right to simply choose a successor like this - foisting such a thing on someone is stressful enough, as he'd known himself with a 'destiny of revenge', as he'd once thought of it. The cadence of reality's whims, the irreverence of morality - they always seem to catch up with ninja, one way or another. Perhaps this is one last act of selfishness.

And for the first time in many moons, that grassy-haired fellow walked, fully visible, under the sun. The caldera of this wretched place wasn't a pretty sight - just another testament to the arrogance and cruelty of humankind. Pfft, as if I could talk. Or maybe I'm the best one to say something about it. His gait was relaxed, but his upper body betrayed his trepidation. What was he supposed to say to this random kid? "Hey, bucko, I have this legacy of killin' people and I plan to kick it real soon! You're my successor, have fun!" Stupid, stupid, stupid. Like anyone would do anything meaningful with such a direct approach. God, and he hated the talking. How much would his ears be able to take of this child's responses before he just couldn't take it....

No. Think of the children.

So unfunny he would have laughed if the situation was any less grave, despite all this just being him psyching himself out. No, he could do it. It was the last time, after all. Walking up to the youth, not much shorter than his own stature, he spoke in the whisper that he could barely manage. A slash in the throat'll do that to ya, even after a skilled medic tries to patch it up. From behind, he approached with light footfalls. The words of another....they didn't deter him, not now.

"And what's power worth in the end? The superlative has no meaning - no one is the strongest, so that destruction always happens eventually. Is there...anything that requires so much power as to hoard it?

I just don't know."

The gust that followed was almost cliché - a welcome disturbance to the methanic miasma. Even Tame couldn't help but be tense here - despite allowing himself to be visible, he kept his chakra cloaked for good measure. As if he was getting away.

275/360:

4Dishonor-bound |Private| Empty Re: Dishonor-bound |Private| Tue Dec 26, 2017 11:35 pm

Hika

Hika


D-rank
Right, this wasn't weird at all.

I stared out onto the shimmering dusk, aimless and yet unsure what I wasn't looking for. Was that a sign that I desire something more than a simple wandering? Somewhat disconcerting - in the wake of my own musings, I can't find any passion that truly calls me. Is it that I know what I want doesn't matter in whoever's grand scheme this is?

Not one, but two came forth from the dust and dunes. This was either fate or....Them. They were at it again. No such meetings happened because of serendipity alone.

Well. Not like there's anything to stop it, so it's worth a listen, eh?


"I cannot be sure that such follies aren't happening as you describe this one. What does it matter if we only talk about it?

. . . . .

I am called Hika. Takenaka Hika. I do not know why you both approached me, but oddly enough I am devoid of feeling 'scared' or 'on-edge'...nothing. It is odd to me - am I missing something, or...who are you?"

There's a difficulty in talking to people that just come up to you, isn't there? I just can't process the approach, the things they say, and any other factors that the environment presents all at the same time when it's so sudden. Perhaps that is why the social custom of introducing oneself slipped out of my mouth. A mistake whose gravity I wish was frivolous.

And yet, despite my knowledge of my own slip-up, I felt it gripping me again. There was nothing I wanted more than to undo this situation - if  they could just forget it and move on, my day could end a lot more positively. And yet I knew better than that - I have for a long time. A little tweak here and there with an imperceptible jolt, and whoever these guys were, I at least wouldn't worry about them seeing my face, and that...awful look of recognition that would flash in their eyes.

Maybe this was, as you guys say, a "dick move". Yet, I'm not that important. Would forgetting who I am affect either of their lives in the slightest?

Well. This all presumes that whatever these two want doesn't involve me sticking around. Or anything more unsavory, for that matter.

Ah, here we go. Here's the fear for my life kicking in. Nice job, Player, delaying that until this moment. Right, all that drivel about people oppressing others with power...was the cloaked one intent on doing the same? Was it a parable and nothing more? I despise rhetoric at times for its ambiguity, but that's nothing I can try and discern now - he's far too close. Both of them are within range of my Genjutsu, and that certainly isn't enough space for me to retreat. This...Door to Hell is a death trap, so only one way to run.

At the very least, distracting them with introductions might give an opening. I'm not up for a fight - getting away is my only viable option, especially if there's two of them. I can't be sure if they're together, even.

Think....think.


550|1080

135/150:

5Dishonor-bound |Private| Empty Re: Dishonor-bound |Private| Wed Jan 03, 2018 10:26 pm

Kizashi

Kizashi


D-rank
Syekren turned to see the form of a green haired male join the young man on his other side. He had a slash about his throat, scarred, as though someone had tried to finish him off but there was quick healing done to it. He too spoke a few platitudes about power, but his words were about what the purpose of hoarding power was, he just didn't know it seemed. "I suppose I only meant that one should only look to take the weak under their wing if they have the ample power to control them. One should not forcefully enslave others when one is too weak to protect themselves. I don't know about hoarding power myself, it's never occurred to me that some may only be strong in the sense they hoard what they think is power. No one can be the strongest if everyone is trying to gain the same strength, so I agree in a way." The uchiha sighed, and looked over to the young male who seemed to be uncomfortable with the two who had come from nowhere, spitting platitudes and not introducing themselves. Their steps were likely silent in the sands to such a young mind.

Still, the green haired man seemed tense, the gust that blew after his words an unwelcome cliche in a meeting of strangers. The question from the young male confused Syekren, if one talked of power, truly it may not matter, but talking of power  was a good way to work into attaining it. At least, that is what the Uchiha thought. When the introduction came from the young male, known as Hika, Syekren nodded solemnly, speaking himself. "Syekren. Uchiha Syekren. There is no reason to fear me, I've come not for your life or your belongings young one. I am simply a former shadow of a village dying, come to pay my last respects to a land that once was called home to me.  Something tells me, it will not be your death that happens on this day, but someone else's. There are many who have done their share of evil in the last decade, I doubt you've had the chance." Syekren's eyes looked over the burning pit once more, his mind taking him back to the stories he would tell others of the atrocities he had committed. He was not a man of instilling fear or claiming a throne, he was a man of action and of subjective justice.

The uchiha turned his body quietly, facing the other two. His eyes went from the young one to the green haired male, his eyes narrowing silently. With a reach of his hand, he pulled from his pocket a small book. Rifling through it, the uchiha stopped on a page, reading the contents to himself. He looked up to the green haired man and sighed, replacing the book in his pocket. Now would be the time for an introduction from this one, the Uchiha knowing well enough the old duties he once had to abide. This man, should he be what the description mentioned, would know well enough what a bingo book was. Was this some sort of fated meeting? Controlled by something other than themselves? If so, why would there be a young one here? Barely off the teat as it were, or perhaps nearly on the cusp of manhood.  Was there someone out there playing games with the trio, pitting them against each other, or leading them to their deaths in this world? The door to hell burned in the silence, the uchiha's ANBU tattoo already having been exposed to the two of them. The silence went on, and soon they would know what came next. Whether it be death or kinship, the Uchiha was ready for what came.

639|1,278

6Dishonor-bound |Private| Empty Re: Dishonor-bound |Private| Fri Mar 30, 2018 3:48 pm

Hika

Hika


D-rank
[Abrupt thread end due to unexpected absence. Training two E-rank jutsu, the Metamorphosing and Juxtaposition Techniques (500x2=1000), plus Reaction Time to E-1 (75) using this thread's 1080 words.]

Sponsored content



View previous topic View next topic Back to top Message [Page 1 of 1]

Naruto Saga » Kaze no Kuni » Kaze no Kuni Wilderness » Kaze no Kuni Border » Dishonor-bound |Private|

Permissions in this forum:
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
Naruto and Naruto Shippuuden belong to © Masashi Kishimoto.