1 The Charge of Responsibility [Invite Only/No-kill] Thu Jun 07, 2018 5:47 am
Maigo
D-rank
Blood was the essence of the soul. But who's blood was worth more than others? Had Maigo broken some sacred covenant with the karma and essence of the universe by spilling it from his enemies and those who opposed him? Maybe because he served himself to the strict sense of justice and understanding that through the violence he created, other violence that created true victims could be stopped. Maybe that was what justified it but everyone always had a justification for everything. The reason that the world turns, the reason he woke up and set forward in his ninja gear, and the reason he felt that his actions were just.
Maybe the reasons wouldn't be lies to themselves but merely a facade to push his morality towards justification. Maigo's shoge ripped through the neck of another person and let the red sanguinous liquid splash outward and to the ground. He stood up and looked around the scene, it was set up like a chapel with rows of pews and attendees all around. The center aisle had once carried a priest of some kind in sacred robes that ordained himself to lead these people. The people that laid littered around the floor, mostly older men but some women too. Maigo made no discrimination of their person for their crimes. They'd done enough to threaten the land and their behavior caught a slight glimpse of the ones that he was tracking through the Land of Wind while also working on behalf of his village, The Village Hidden in the Mist, to eradicate any criminal threats and elements throughout the country.
The gargled sounds of the man slowly bleeding out and seeing the life pass before his eyes drew Maigo's attention, letting his sharingan fall down to be the last thing that the man could see. A dark haired Uchiha standing over him with a blood stained weapon dripping at his side and blood splattered across him and all over the room. It was the scene of an absolute massacre. But Maigo felt no remorse, he began to walk out of the room, taking steps past streaks and small puddles of blood on top of it.
It was before he exited the building, passing just underneath the bracing of the door that he turned around and with a quick weaving of handsigns, began to burn the place to the ground. The fire consuming over the image that he had created and spreading across before his fireball crashed into the sacred image of their leader. It was symbolically meaningless since no one would be there to witness, none that would live anyways.
Stepping into the street outside he would be met with an entire town that had gone dead silent, some had scattered and a few refugees and true victims of this hellscape had already retreated into the desert at Maigo's discretion. Pointed in the direction of a nearby encampment that Maigo found passing his way near the border to the Land of rock. They'd find some sanctuary with the village nin there and they could tell the tale of what had actually happened here. His sharingan spun around and saw more bodies, bandits with weapons fallen at their side and cut open like animals sent to slaughter. He almost began to feel the fatiigue of it all but it was too methodical and executed too perfectly to be a true obstruction to his mentality.
Three men were seemingly all that were left, standing at the gate to stop him. Shaky hands carried their kunai as Maigo's blood splashed face became apparent in the bright sunlight. His grey cloak had splashes of blood and cuts littered all around it. Though, the blood wasn't his own, the black tomoe in his eyes swam in another pool of red as deep as the blood around him. He glanced up at them and seemed to stare at them from the top of his skull as they yelled out at him. Confirmations of their will to stop him, to make Maigo pay for what he had done, and to earn the retribution for their cause.
Maigo scoffed at the notion as a murderous grin spread across his face, "It's just you three then..." his eyes traced around them to envelop the environment they were in. The gate was a few feet behind them, the name of the town and their cause spread in blood that had dried weeks ago and a mass graveyard was behind them. The three men made a decent formation together but they were horrified and rightly should be. Maigo distinctly remembered leaving them to their own vices, sitting in an illusion to pull apart and play at their very minds.
He dashed forward with blinding speed, his zanbato drawn in the process and met a clash with a kunai that his sword sliced cleanly through before lobbing the mans arm clean off. His screams would fill the air as he would fall to his knees and cry out, using his other arm to grab and feel at where his arm used to remain as Maigo stood high above him. The other two bandits on each side of him backed off in shock, a bit of horror even, as Maigo had absolutely blinded their expectations.
Maigo's sharingan sat still as he drew his sword back to over his shoulder,
"You do know that we'll all be held accountable for our actions?" he would pause and catch the man sniffling in his sobs as his vision drew up towards Maigo. "Here, I judge you to die, and in the afterlife, you should be judged beyond that. You know what you did, don't you dare waste tears here." he gave before heaving down with a heavy grunt upon the man, cleaving him nearly in half in the very center of the gate into the town. Overhead, several scavenger birds began to circle around the hilly around them and smoke was rising up from the center building.
It was a stunning scene for Maigo, more blood spilled in the center gate as his killing intent focused on the other two for a brief moment. He hesitated and let them each gather themselves before Maigo would make his next move.
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Maybe the reasons wouldn't be lies to themselves but merely a facade to push his morality towards justification. Maigo's shoge ripped through the neck of another person and let the red sanguinous liquid splash outward and to the ground. He stood up and looked around the scene, it was set up like a chapel with rows of pews and attendees all around. The center aisle had once carried a priest of some kind in sacred robes that ordained himself to lead these people. The people that laid littered around the floor, mostly older men but some women too. Maigo made no discrimination of their person for their crimes. They'd done enough to threaten the land and their behavior caught a slight glimpse of the ones that he was tracking through the Land of Wind while also working on behalf of his village, The Village Hidden in the Mist, to eradicate any criminal threats and elements throughout the country.
The gargled sounds of the man slowly bleeding out and seeing the life pass before his eyes drew Maigo's attention, letting his sharingan fall down to be the last thing that the man could see. A dark haired Uchiha standing over him with a blood stained weapon dripping at his side and blood splattered across him and all over the room. It was the scene of an absolute massacre. But Maigo felt no remorse, he began to walk out of the room, taking steps past streaks and small puddles of blood on top of it.
It was before he exited the building, passing just underneath the bracing of the door that he turned around and with a quick weaving of handsigns, began to burn the place to the ground. The fire consuming over the image that he had created and spreading across before his fireball crashed into the sacred image of their leader. It was symbolically meaningless since no one would be there to witness, none that would live anyways.
Stepping into the street outside he would be met with an entire town that had gone dead silent, some had scattered and a few refugees and true victims of this hellscape had already retreated into the desert at Maigo's discretion. Pointed in the direction of a nearby encampment that Maigo found passing his way near the border to the Land of rock. They'd find some sanctuary with the village nin there and they could tell the tale of what had actually happened here. His sharingan spun around and saw more bodies, bandits with weapons fallen at their side and cut open like animals sent to slaughter. He almost began to feel the fatiigue of it all but it was too methodical and executed too perfectly to be a true obstruction to his mentality.
Three men were seemingly all that were left, standing at the gate to stop him. Shaky hands carried their kunai as Maigo's blood splashed face became apparent in the bright sunlight. His grey cloak had splashes of blood and cuts littered all around it. Though, the blood wasn't his own, the black tomoe in his eyes swam in another pool of red as deep as the blood around him. He glanced up at them and seemed to stare at them from the top of his skull as they yelled out at him. Confirmations of their will to stop him, to make Maigo pay for what he had done, and to earn the retribution for their cause.
Maigo scoffed at the notion as a murderous grin spread across his face, "It's just you three then..." his eyes traced around them to envelop the environment they were in. The gate was a few feet behind them, the name of the town and their cause spread in blood that had dried weeks ago and a mass graveyard was behind them. The three men made a decent formation together but they were horrified and rightly should be. Maigo distinctly remembered leaving them to their own vices, sitting in an illusion to pull apart and play at their very minds.
He dashed forward with blinding speed, his zanbato drawn in the process and met a clash with a kunai that his sword sliced cleanly through before lobbing the mans arm clean off. His screams would fill the air as he would fall to his knees and cry out, using his other arm to grab and feel at where his arm used to remain as Maigo stood high above him. The other two bandits on each side of him backed off in shock, a bit of horror even, as Maigo had absolutely blinded their expectations.
Maigo's sharingan sat still as he drew his sword back to over his shoulder,
"You do know that we'll all be held accountable for our actions?" he would pause and catch the man sniffling in his sobs as his vision drew up towards Maigo. "Here, I judge you to die, and in the afterlife, you should be judged beyond that. You know what you did, don't you dare waste tears here." he gave before heaving down with a heavy grunt upon the man, cleaving him nearly in half in the very center of the gate into the town. Overhead, several scavenger birds began to circle around the hilly around them and smoke was rising up from the center building.
It was a stunning scene for Maigo, more blood spilled in the center gate as his killing intent focused on the other two for a brief moment. He hesitated and let them each gather themselves before Maigo would make his next move.
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- 275/300 Chakra:
-10 chakra for 3 Tomoe Sharingan (+2 to perception)
-15 chakra for Fireball jutsu
(see his jutsu list for stuff, I'm lazy)