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1Who am I? [Takao/private] Empty Who am I? [Takao/private] Mon May 21, 2018 5:13 pm

Tsuneo

Tsuneo


D-rank
Kirigakure was as beautiful as ever, but also as brutal as ever. During the time Tsuneo disappeared many scum took advantage of his absence and began their operations. The taste of the air in the wilderness tasted as it once did; iron. The scent of blood filled the air as a white haired demon lurked behind tree in the middle of a dark night. He would listen and watch as four people spoke to one another. Simply from reading their lips Tsuneo determined what the bastards were plotting.
 
Two women and two men, they were to meet a certain somebody and deliver certain materials. The materials were disgusting if whatever Tsuneo heard and read was true. The materials were as follows, ground human teeth, five kidneys, twenty human eyeballs, one hundred human fingers, and finally, ten human sacrifices. Tsuneo had to wait more, at least till he finds the locations of said victims. He would release the kidnapped and murder everyone that kidnapped them with ease. Tsuneo remained hidden in the dark as his eyes watched in silence like a predator from the depths of the dark.
 
Tsuneo would wait a little bit of time as a masked man with a black coat approached. He would ask the four if the delivery was ready. They throw a full bag beside the masked man’s foot as he checked inside it and confirmed. He would ask once more, however, this time his words were much more precise as to what he wanted “And the sacrifices?” Tsuneo move not an inch as he waited from behind the bushes his eyes glaring and glowing in the middle of the night as though a panther stalking his prey, fangs ready to dig into the enemy’s flesh, and a killing instinct suppressed deep within as though shackled by the white haired devil’s authority.
 
The woman suddenly let a scroll of at least a hundred and fifty centimeters roll on the ground as puffs of smoke were released reverse summoning ten human children they had kidnapped prior to this meeting and imprisoned. Tsuneo watched with cold eyes and a pale expression without the slightest bit of emotion. The masked man threw a bag of money in front of the feet of the four scum. They asked what he wanted to do with them but as he was asking them to remain silent the sounds of claps could be heard from the depths of the woods. A voice echoing all around them would speak “You punks are not sacrificing shit with me around.” An ominous voice full of hatred and tortured darkness. A HEAVY pulse spread throughout the woods. Birds escaped into the air and animals ran to the opposite direction. As the pulse of power Tsuneo released echoed and faded the four and the masked man slipped into a battle stance prepared for assault. However as a leaf fell to the ground in front of them Tsuneo appeared in an instant a single frame, in between the two parties.
 
Tsuneo spoke “I don’t have much time left.” He spoke silently to himself as though reminding himself. The masked man rushed towards Tsuneo at a marvelous speed exceeding average A-Ranked speed and bordering S-Ranked speed. The other four launched themselves towards Tsuneo at a similar speed and Tsuneo replied by activated a seal on his chest and burst of towards the money and as he grabbed it and went off with it the five scum chased him. Having both parties away from the children was precisely what he wanted. He suddenly stopped and the masked man along with the other four stopped with him. They signaled to one another and rushed towards him with their swords ready to decapitate him. Tsuneo ducked and kicked the masked one in his stomach pushing him away as the white haired devil unleashed ten chains that ripped the four scum around him to shreds bursting from his back and head and arms ten black chains burst towards the four ripping them flesh from bone tearing them apart. The masked man terrified attempted to take his one life with a knife in his hand Tsuneo activated a reversing seal that granted him god like physical strength. And with that he cut off the man’s two arms and legs with his bare hand in a quick motion tearing his limbs apart and sealing the wounds with katon stopping the man from bleeding to death.             
 
He interrogated the man and tortured him till he was capable of obtaining enough information. With the information he had from the man he later on killed he tracked the entire operation and killed them all. However, that was yesterday. Yesterday, when Tsuneo was capable of accessing his memories, however it seems as though as he awoke from his slumber from the cold hard ground in one of the back alleys. The rain drenched the young man and his eyes looked spiritless. He would walk the streets of kirigakure wearing a basic black shorts and black shirt with a chin-high collar as the rain drenched him.



The young man was lost, this time he saw no goal or an exit to his situation. He was barely thinking, he knew he was hungry and cold. He knew those two things, but knew nothing as to who he is or anything as a matter of a fact. He was stranded with no memories.



WC:909

2Who am I? [Takao/private] Empty Re: Who am I? [Takao/private] Tue May 29, 2018 1:31 am

Takao

Takao


S-rank
Kirigakure was a treasure trove of oddities. What had began with a trip fed by curiousity had lead to a much more lucrative plethora of opportunities than he could have expected. One by one, the seeds of Konohagakure’s future were sewn. Those that grew and took root would strengthen the country, leaving her stronger than before.

From a distance, burning red eyes watched the scene unfold. The participants were unknown to him, having merely been a passerby who had stopped to observe. He watched four figures converse, two of which he could identify as women and the remaining as men. A fifth lingered in waiting, hidden to the four by the dark but not from Takao’s watchful heat-seeing eyes. A sixth appeared, and spoke to the aforementioned four, although their conversation went unheard to the cloaked leaf shinobi. Even with light bent around him, obscuring his visage from sight, he still maintained distance far enough to keep himself unseen.

As combat began, Takao moved closer, to observe the chaos with eyes that could discern the details of the skirmish. For reasons unknown, perhaps related to the bag of unknown goods, dark chains ripped the four apart. Their bodies were left in tatters, gibs littering the ground and splatters of sanguine blood stained the soil. Takao watched without blinking and carefully observed. Every step of the way, he lingered nearby, obscured by bent light, watching every act of morbid dismemberment and cruel torture. This one was indeed an anomaly. Takao considered the possibility that it was a Kirigakure shinobi, given their penchant for the murder of criminals. Given the skillset and usage of chains, Takao also considered that he might have been an Uzumaki, however, they were not the only peoples to utilize such a theme in their techniques.

It was an odd scene to stumble upon for sure, and even more odd to stick around and witness in its entirety. Lacking context, it almost seemed random, but considering the coincidence of his own presence, Takao could hardly criticize another for having been lurking at the right place and right time. The brutality continued until the white-haired culprit had his fill of bloodshed, and eventually stumbled his way back to Kirigakure. Takao shadowed him every step of the way, his curiousity piqued, but eventually, let down as the anomaly collapsed in an alley. Perhaps it wasn’t a shinobi of Kirigakure after all, for one indoctrinated into the esteemed ranks of the Bloody Mist would surely not slumber in a gutter.

Takao’s interest had not yet waned entirely. Even as he departed for the night and the day began anew in the morn, he was interested. But when he returned to the alley, his figure draped in the ROOT disguise that he was beginning to frequent, he was greeted with a different sight. His eyes had changed drastically, and his visage was in stark contrast to the night prior. He took to the streets of Kirigakure and stumbled through the streets without aim, urging Takao’s intervention.

“You’re lost.” Said a distorted voice, obscured by the mask over his face and dulled further by the drum of heavy rain. Even so, the deep voice carried through, emanating from his form obscured by bent light.

“No purpose. No direction. No reason to live. I can see it in your desultory stride.”

His tone held steady as the shroud of chakra faltered and broke apart, revealing himself to Tsuneo proper. His visage was obscured by a full-face helm, the cold, reflective black surface offering almost nothing in the way of personified emotion. A white vest clung to his torso, while the rest of his body was covered in black underclothing, gloves, and boots.

“Who are you?”



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