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Just so I can have a reason to move the characters I'll have her 'alerted' that the war was ended, but won't be metagaming stuff like "HAKA MUST BE COMING :OOO" etc. If it's not cool, just tell me on Discord <3, I just needed to come up with a way to get her moving
The night prior was to say the least eye opening for Xiao Guan and yet so many questions still remained. He had watched his first ally since becoming a shinobi cut down a horde of men but these were not mere ruffians nor were they an assortment of bandits that were out for blood. They were but a small political party, one that was unsatisfied with the current establishment of Kirigakure and the desire to bring about a more colonial and democratic version of Kirigakure. Though Xiao Guan was far too young to understand such complex issues, and by all accounts upheld freedom beyond anything else thus putting him in opposition of these ideals the truth was that the head of these shinobi cut down so easily like the dogs they were was Xiao Guan's own father, Shizi Guan, the lion of the mist. A man from a far off country of Knights and Kings where the stone of Gelel ruled supreme and yet here in the borders of kirigakure the land of his mother, the land of shinobi, he was but a stain on the sidewalk. Samuru had cut him down without a second thought, without hesitation and it showed the little genin what the world of the shinobi truly was - action without conscience and ruthlessness without understanding.
Still stained with his fathers blood the young shinobi had stumbled his way home, his feathered jacket given to he by his mother was tarnished by both rain and the blood of his own. He was in trauma, cold shards of ice feeling as if they had embedded themselves in his lungs giving every breathe he took as painful and sharp. He was lost, somewhat, stumbling through the streets without any war of knowing or rather fully being aware of what was going on. He had arrived back to the familiar smell of his mothers cooking of one of her combination dishes. She had a real knack for taking aspects of the vegetables and meats she could find in their adopted land and attempting to create a hybrid of the dishes common in their homeland and in their adopted land. Xiao Guan's eyes almost wept as he continued to move forward towards his familiar door his eyes welling with emotion. His heart was pounding as he walked inside grasping the door and gently pushing it open. "
Hey! Duǎn zi, come, come help!" she called out to her son across from the kitchen, carrying a large pot in her small hands supported by a very similar frame to the shinobi of the hidden mist himself. That was until she saw him, bloodied, wet and traumatized. Slowly putting down the pot she looked onward to the little crow "
What happened?! Were you bullied!?" she barked rushing forward to her young son and grasping his shoulders, almost shaking his lifeless body "
What happened!? Why did you ruin your jacket!?" she called gently slapping her sons face that caused the little shinobi to sink deeper into his mind. It was his mothers habit to always worry about the material before the person, if he fell and scrapped his knee she would worry about the scuff of his pants before considering the wound but she still cared deeply, it was her way simply of defusing the situation, of distancing herself from it. He didn't want to break her. He didn't want to harm her but he needed to say it. He needed to say the truth of the matter.
Dad...is deadThe words echoed throughout the house as the woman stopped shaking her son. They stood there, in silence, entirely devoid of any movement or sound with only these words as comfort between the two. The man he loved had passed on, the son she had raised with him was covered in blood before her and of course...the news of her true home land's great war was slowly coming to a close with the Osada clan taking the reigns of control. As time went on, the silence was only interrupted by something that Xiao Guan did not notice...movements, small movements in the corner of the house upon a web. A message that time was up, a message to start moving, her clan had lost the war and demanding back up. It was now or never, move or stay hidden as a traitor for more. She took a moment holding her son, still bloodied and with tears in his eyes steeling herself. Only a furrowed brow showing how she truly felt, she truly did love her husband and she truly did love her son but this was something that could cause her to lose even more. This could cause her to lose not only the man she loved, but so too lose the son she cared of so deeply. "
...I...I should tell the Mizukage..." she muttered as her son simply nodded "
Duǎn zi...Go...wash yourself. Please..." she stated as she began to push her son gently towards the shower room. Taking his feathered cloak given to the small boy by her husband, now labelled with his blood. Could it be that the Osada clan had struck down her husband? She had moved on from her former life, she was a surgeon and an accomplished artist, a mother and a lover to a human knight of gelel, a revolutionary as well as a key part of the mist and yet she was being called back to that life she had thrown away so long ago.
She cursed her blood, cursed where she had come from, why was she not born as all women had been in this village with the body of human form and human history? Instead, she was stuck with the curse of the great 'momma'. The curse of being not entirely there. It was what drew her to her husband in the first place, two people in a world filled with chakra wielding shinobi finding themselves alone and yet drawn together through this loneliness and now she had her son. She knew he was coming of age, aging more like a human than what she truly was but none the less he was still branded with the curse of being an outsider without ever truly knowing it. He was, though it was a rare case, a hybrid after all and being a hybrid would mean not only a life of being an outsider but a life that would be connected deeply with the island of webs.
As she sat the young boy down in the shower he began to stroke his hair before leaving to make her way out into the streets of Kirigakure no Sato. If she could keep him safe, then maybe she would have a reason to continue her life, perhaps she would even be able to make her way away from the village itself and be drawn out into another life of safety. Without her husband her heart began to pound faster and faster, yes she was sure of it, she was sure it must have been
that clan who had slain her son. Kirigakure would not do this, Kirigakure couldn't do it but they were not like the walled city, they were not like the shinobi she had grown to call friends. She needed to make it to the Mizukage, make it to some form of authority and get an answer. Why was her husband dead - and why was her son involved? It was then she heard the words. Words than ran cold up her spine as she heard them uttered.
I found you, Doku.Her true name. Her name of the spider. She was caught in Haka's web and once in that web, there was no escape. She was unfamiliar with the voice but whoever this was...it was bad news for her. She let senbon fall in between her knuckles as she pretended not to hear. The 'girl' introduced herself, she had an offer but the recent widow was not in the right mind to play now. She needed a clear answer, she needed some semblance of stability and if this was in anyway linked to the harm and horror her family had been taken so suddenly by this would mean the one thing she feared so deeply - perhaps her time among the humans, among the family she had made and the ones she loved was coming to an abrupt end. "
I...see. What is it you want daughter of Sero Osada" she spat back almost venomous in her words, her senbon still gripped between her knuckle in case there was need to bring about her own justice.
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Control her fighting etc, Personality and motivation should be clear unless you want me to continue
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Xiao Guan kneeled as the water splashed about his head, his fathers blood spiralling down the drain as he watched the liquid spiral downward his eyes grew cold. He felt the tile on the floor, the cold stone felt...different. Strange and different to the shinobi...as if he was feeling it for the first time and yet it brought him comfort. It brought him a sense of stability, something he could cling to. A simple bathroom tile. That was enough right now to center himself. He began to breathe deeply, in and out allowing his lungs to be filled thoroughly as he thought threw things. How his father was gone, how his mother was off to inform the mizukage.
The MizukageHis mind rushed. It clicked. His father had been cut down as a political dissident and now his wife was about to serve herself up to the government that had cut him down for all but her son forgetting to inform her of the reality of the situation. The reality that it was that very government that had cut him down. His eyes bulged as his fist tightened, rushing from the shower he leaped to his bedroom looking about for something he could wear. There was nothing he could find that made him look intimidating, no flak jacket and knives, no feathered coat. No, now he had nothing more than his dark red hooded jacket and blue shorts. Grasping wrappings he began to wrap his hands and made his way out the door as fast as he possibly could. Rushing out he was unsure of what to do exactly, of how to track his mother and yet there was something...like a scent, like a trail he was drawn to.
It would take him time but the little shinobi was determined to find his mother, determined to find her before the same fate that had taken his father would find her.
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Xiao Guan > 5 Posts away from his Ma + Haka
WC: 1440