1 The scales of Yama (Hunt for Yatagarasu) Wed Sep 05, 2018 4:20 am
Tian-Di
D-rank
Suna had in many ways been a crucible. There Di had been distilled and the impure elements sloughed away in preparation for a sublime transmutation. What had emerged was similar to the young dreamer who had so wistfully strode into the ruined landscape seeking adventure and yet markedly different. Gone were his soft edges, adolescence had evaporated under the twin fires of anguish and terror. Fanciful dreams had proven as ephemeral as gossamer but beneath these fancies true resolve lurked. This was no longer a game – this was reality. Di wasn't the prince playing at detective any longer, but the detective in truth.
Upon his return to Kirigakure Di had sent his customary messenger bird to Kirei. It was time that Yatagarasu was confronted face to face. Di was now in possession of knowledge that would allow him to get an upper hand in tracking the masked killers next moves. The murderer executed those who would undermine the stability of the land of the bloody mist. Well Di now knew what conspired to gnaw at the roots of the Mizukage's civilisation. The devotees of the death god Jashin allied with the Raikage desired the total conquest of human civilisation in preparation for their presumably apocalyptic purposes.
So out among the docks of Kirigakures shipping district Di stood upon the roof of a nondescript warehouse. It was here that he waited for Kirei to arrive. What had kept his friend occupied during his own absence? Should he tell Kieri about Ess before or after the mission? Di realised that he had never really had had friends beneath the oceans waves. Sure he had been attended by countless servants and had regularly interacted with his siblings but that wasn't the same as having a true confidant that one could leave tell of such intimate things as the budding relationship he had with the young lunar princess.
That wasn't all he wanted to talk about either. Having researched the history of the Uchiha clan Di now knew of the fratricidal nature of their bloodline. Had Kirei ever killed? Di spent his time chasing down murders and killers yet in shanty towns of Suna he had been forced to take his first life. It had been a clear cut case of self defence – the cult of Jashin infuriated that Di had begun to pry into their activities had sent several sets of assassins after him. The man Di had killed had been a tattooed giant festooned with scars and ritual markings denoting the reapers tally he had racked up in service to the lord of slaughter.
First he had employed the stranglers cord attempting to crush Di's windpipe. When that had not worked he drew a sickle and shrugging off the detectives blows lodged it firmly into the dragons side. What followed was a haze of blood and brutality. The cult had done something to the zealot granting him fortitude well above the average man and it was only when Di was forced to crush the fanatics skull within his talons that he stopped his relentless assault. Ever since then the dragon prince's dreams were haunted by echoes of that event. Would Kirei think less of him? Could he had found another way or would Kirei understand having himself been put in such a situation.
Either way it didn't change the aim of tonight’s mission. The warehouse adjacent to where Di was standing housed a congregation of Jashinite cultists. Within their temple they conspired against Kiri sending spies and agents to cause untold damage. Unbeknownst to the acolytes of murder Di had made one of their order into bait. Word had spread across the dockside taverns that a particularly well known merchant had wishing for immortality sold his soul to the lord of murder in exchange for acting as a spy. Nothing had been confirmed but among the circles of trade the subject was never far from the lips of those wishing to share current news.
This was no false lead. Di himself had spotted the signs of a Jashinite sympathizer and had tracked the man's movements across Kirigakure. What’s more this man's actions had lead to the death of several of Kiri's merchants abroad loosing millions of Ryo as their wares were seized.
Now all Di needed to do was wait. Wait for Kirei to join him in the hunt, wait for Yatagarasu to take their vengance on the congregation.
Upon his return to Kirigakure Di had sent his customary messenger bird to Kirei. It was time that Yatagarasu was confronted face to face. Di was now in possession of knowledge that would allow him to get an upper hand in tracking the masked killers next moves. The murderer executed those who would undermine the stability of the land of the bloody mist. Well Di now knew what conspired to gnaw at the roots of the Mizukage's civilisation. The devotees of the death god Jashin allied with the Raikage desired the total conquest of human civilisation in preparation for their presumably apocalyptic purposes.
So out among the docks of Kirigakures shipping district Di stood upon the roof of a nondescript warehouse. It was here that he waited for Kirei to arrive. What had kept his friend occupied during his own absence? Should he tell Kieri about Ess before or after the mission? Di realised that he had never really had had friends beneath the oceans waves. Sure he had been attended by countless servants and had regularly interacted with his siblings but that wasn't the same as having a true confidant that one could leave tell of such intimate things as the budding relationship he had with the young lunar princess.
That wasn't all he wanted to talk about either. Having researched the history of the Uchiha clan Di now knew of the fratricidal nature of their bloodline. Had Kirei ever killed? Di spent his time chasing down murders and killers yet in shanty towns of Suna he had been forced to take his first life. It had been a clear cut case of self defence – the cult of Jashin infuriated that Di had begun to pry into their activities had sent several sets of assassins after him. The man Di had killed had been a tattooed giant festooned with scars and ritual markings denoting the reapers tally he had racked up in service to the lord of slaughter.
First he had employed the stranglers cord attempting to crush Di's windpipe. When that had not worked he drew a sickle and shrugging off the detectives blows lodged it firmly into the dragons side. What followed was a haze of blood and brutality. The cult had done something to the zealot granting him fortitude well above the average man and it was only when Di was forced to crush the fanatics skull within his talons that he stopped his relentless assault. Ever since then the dragon prince's dreams were haunted by echoes of that event. Would Kirei think less of him? Could he had found another way or would Kirei understand having himself been put in such a situation.
Either way it didn't change the aim of tonight’s mission. The warehouse adjacent to where Di was standing housed a congregation of Jashinite cultists. Within their temple they conspired against Kiri sending spies and agents to cause untold damage. Unbeknownst to the acolytes of murder Di had made one of their order into bait. Word had spread across the dockside taverns that a particularly well known merchant had wishing for immortality sold his soul to the lord of murder in exchange for acting as a spy. Nothing had been confirmed but among the circles of trade the subject was never far from the lips of those wishing to share current news.
This was no false lead. Di himself had spotted the signs of a Jashinite sympathizer and had tracked the man's movements across Kirigakure. What’s more this man's actions had lead to the death of several of Kiri's merchants abroad loosing millions of Ryo as their wares were seized.
Now all Di needed to do was wait. Wait for Kirei to join him in the hunt, wait for Yatagarasu to take their vengance on the congregation.