1 A Reunion of Pain [Sero] Sun Nov 18, 2018 9:09 pm
Maigo
D-rank
A vacant foot would splash across a small pond among a creepy and dark path winding through the forest. Maigo would pay no mind to the scene around him, though it had been so long since he'd come to this place, he was on a mission that he wouldn't drop so easily. A long time friend and ally who'd become the antithesis of Maigo's objection to the ninja world resided on this island, cruelty and rage made his chakra black and voidless like the night. So long ago had he forced Maigo into the cruelties of the ninja world along with him and made decisions that haunt his dreams to this very day. Killing his friends, damaging Maigo himself to a near irreperable point and leaving scars on his body that persisted to this very day and as it had been so very long, years since he departed from the village for Kumogakure no Sato and lived out a short time there. The Uchiha was ready to return and show himself no longer as a fledgling ninja that kicked and screamed against the rules placed over his head but instead had cultivated his rage into something far more dangerous and deadly.
Maigo was no longer some dumb kid anymore, though he walked aimlessly and calmly through the forest, keeping his footsteps almost silent with little imprint, just enough that the most trained ear would need to focus on him to distinguish himself from the sounds of the forest. Maigo was fully armed and prepared with everything he needed, ANBU gear on as well as both of his pouches of ninja tools and large sword tied to his back with a windmill shuriken underneath it. His eyes dashed around to and fro as he tried to pick up the sights and sounds fo the forest again, marking it in his brain to compare the differences to this mansion from the last time that he had arrived. Winding tree branches that appeared more dead than anything littered above him like a makeshift canopy that had been consumed by a fire. There weren't really animals about making any noise so much as it would be equated to the sound of those animals dying, like creatures taking over and the wind that pierced through his peripheral and left nothing in the wake while pulling on the cloak that covered his person.
His feet would carry him quietly along the path as he would descend upon the front of the mansion, a reminscient feeling to the Maigo of old, a dumb genin who would wander aimlessly up to the front and poke his head around, pushing to the door and yelling for anyone there. Instead, Maigo would stop plainly outside the door nearly 10 meters away, pulling his cloak down and looking for signs of life or death on the premises. Certainly, there were others about here, his mansion being host to many a ninja for a time as they made their way into the ranks of the village. Instead of yelling into the home, Maigo would yell at the building itself,
"Sero!"
His voice would echo and tumble throughout the area around him, like a gong that had been struck in a closed room. Elongated the ending syllable as he shouted out and held his hands towards his side, a pang of nervousness as he would aim to elicit a response from the beings within. Those golden eyes of Maigo would sit locked into the building and his ears trained for any sound existing outside of the shout that would be fading away in that moment.
"We need to talk!"
He would continue on ominously as he held his position squarely. Waiting calmly and showing nothing of fear in his stature. He was a monster of his own now, where Sero had embraced death as his mythological creature of origin, just like one of the four horseman themself in the flesh, Maigo had migrated into the deadly sins and tapped into their emotions for power. Wrath, Lust, Sloth were all proponents he developed within himself and now, he would show this person of death that he was no mere child anymore.
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Maigo was no longer some dumb kid anymore, though he walked aimlessly and calmly through the forest, keeping his footsteps almost silent with little imprint, just enough that the most trained ear would need to focus on him to distinguish himself from the sounds of the forest. Maigo was fully armed and prepared with everything he needed, ANBU gear on as well as both of his pouches of ninja tools and large sword tied to his back with a windmill shuriken underneath it. His eyes dashed around to and fro as he tried to pick up the sights and sounds fo the forest again, marking it in his brain to compare the differences to this mansion from the last time that he had arrived. Winding tree branches that appeared more dead than anything littered above him like a makeshift canopy that had been consumed by a fire. There weren't really animals about making any noise so much as it would be equated to the sound of those animals dying, like creatures taking over and the wind that pierced through his peripheral and left nothing in the wake while pulling on the cloak that covered his person.
His feet would carry him quietly along the path as he would descend upon the front of the mansion, a reminscient feeling to the Maigo of old, a dumb genin who would wander aimlessly up to the front and poke his head around, pushing to the door and yelling for anyone there. Instead, Maigo would stop plainly outside the door nearly 10 meters away, pulling his cloak down and looking for signs of life or death on the premises. Certainly, there were others about here, his mansion being host to many a ninja for a time as they made their way into the ranks of the village. Instead of yelling into the home, Maigo would yell at the building itself,
"Sero!"
His voice would echo and tumble throughout the area around him, like a gong that had been struck in a closed room. Elongated the ending syllable as he shouted out and held his hands towards his side, a pang of nervousness as he would aim to elicit a response from the beings within. Those golden eyes of Maigo would sit locked into the building and his ears trained for any sound existing outside of the shout that would be fading away in that moment.
"We need to talk!"
He would continue on ominously as he held his position squarely. Waiting calmly and showing nothing of fear in his stature. He was a monster of his own now, where Sero had embraced death as his mythological creature of origin, just like one of the four horseman themself in the flesh, Maigo had migrated into the deadly sins and tapped into their emotions for power. Wrath, Lust, Sloth were all proponents he developed within himself and now, he would show this person of death that he was no mere child anymore.
[703 words]
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