1 Dealing with what happened. . .[Niala | NK | Invite Only] Sun May 06, 2018 5:57 pm
Kensaku
D-rank
Kensaku closed the book, which covered minor theories of doton application, with a sigh escaping his lips. While the book was entertaining, giving him new ideas to potentially work with, his mind was focused elsewhere. A day ago, he and his twin were assigned a mission to deal with bandits who were raiding a nearby town within one of Iwagakure no Sato's province. The parameters of the mission gave them discretion in handling the offenders. They could deal with them in any way they saw fit. Nothing of importance happened on their way to the village, but things got interesting upon arrival.
They had got there at the right time, for bandits were circling a woman and child. The thoughts of what would happen to the woman and her child crossed Kensaku mind, at the time, but was fleeting when Niala took control of the situation. There were many ways Kensaku had thought the particular mission would have gone, but, never did he think it would be Niala to draw first blood and kill a bandit during their first unsupervised field excursion. The little sister who he had sworn to protect from everything that would cause her harm was the one who took another's life.
At the time, he did not think much on her actions. No, he had to deal with the other bandits who threaten to harm his sister. He remembered how, upon unraveling his puppet, everything changed. He no longer spoke, speaking through his puppet instead, building a personality for the demented creation right then and there. The blood. He remembered all the blood which his puppet spilled, and the screams which came from the men being slaughtered, or, in the last one case, having his throat ripped out, by the puppet. The image of gore and viscera would not be something he would forget anytime soon.
"I wonder how she is holding up.", He silently mused to himself. When they returned, other things took precedences, with both parents questioning how the mission went, and if there was any difficulty while handling it. The two answered the questions truthfully, omitting nothing. The reactions received being what was expected, both parents feeling relieved and proud, along with making sure they were both okay with what they did in the name of a village. Once they were satisfied with the answer, the family went about their normal routine, eating dinner later that day, and eventually went to bed.
He did not know about Niala, but, sleep for him was sparse. The memories of those who he killed weighed heavily on him throughout the night. The screams of the men and the excessive amount of pain he caused to them woke him up several times throughout the night. It is thanks to the dreams that Kensaku was up at 4 am this morning and finishing the book over doton applications by 6 am. He could not sleep because of what he did that day, and he wondered how his twin was holding up.
Stretching and yawning, Kensaku got up off the bed, and made his way towards the miniature bookshelf, and placed the book back were in belong. “I wonder if she is up?”, He questioned, opening the door to the bedroom and walked to across the hall to Niala’s bedroom. Along the way, he heard their parents’ voices talking before hearing the door closing, their father heading off to work. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants, Kensaku knocks on the door, “Niala, it is me, Kensaku. Are you awake? Want to talk to you.”, He spoke, patiently waiting for his twin to answer him if she was awake.
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They had got there at the right time, for bandits were circling a woman and child. The thoughts of what would happen to the woman and her child crossed Kensaku mind, at the time, but was fleeting when Niala took control of the situation. There were many ways Kensaku had thought the particular mission would have gone, but, never did he think it would be Niala to draw first blood and kill a bandit during their first unsupervised field excursion. The little sister who he had sworn to protect from everything that would cause her harm was the one who took another's life.
At the time, he did not think much on her actions. No, he had to deal with the other bandits who threaten to harm his sister. He remembered how, upon unraveling his puppet, everything changed. He no longer spoke, speaking through his puppet instead, building a personality for the demented creation right then and there. The blood. He remembered all the blood which his puppet spilled, and the screams which came from the men being slaughtered, or, in the last one case, having his throat ripped out, by the puppet. The image of gore and viscera would not be something he would forget anytime soon.
"I wonder how she is holding up.", He silently mused to himself. When they returned, other things took precedences, with both parents questioning how the mission went, and if there was any difficulty while handling it. The two answered the questions truthfully, omitting nothing. The reactions received being what was expected, both parents feeling relieved and proud, along with making sure they were both okay with what they did in the name of a village. Once they were satisfied with the answer, the family went about their normal routine, eating dinner later that day, and eventually went to bed.
He did not know about Niala, but, sleep for him was sparse. The memories of those who he killed weighed heavily on him throughout the night. The screams of the men and the excessive amount of pain he caused to them woke him up several times throughout the night. It is thanks to the dreams that Kensaku was up at 4 am this morning and finishing the book over doton applications by 6 am. He could not sleep because of what he did that day, and he wondered how his twin was holding up.
Stretching and yawning, Kensaku got up off the bed, and made his way towards the miniature bookshelf, and placed the book back were in belong. “I wonder if she is up?”, He questioned, opening the door to the bedroom and walked to across the hall to Niala’s bedroom. Along the way, he heard their parents’ voices talking before hearing the door closing, their father heading off to work. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants, Kensaku knocks on the door, “Niala, it is me, Kensaku. Are you awake? Want to talk to you.”, He spoke, patiently waiting for his twin to answer him if she was awake.
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