1 A Clear Mind [Jaes] Tue Apr 16, 2019 2:47 pm
Kyousuke
C-rank
Amidst the many islands that surrounded the vast lands of Kaminari no Kuni, not one ever eclipsed the greatness of Genbu, or more commonly known as the Island Turtle. The Island Turtle was unique in the very sense that it was a living, breathing, gigantic creature that housed an island on its entire back. The Island, itself, was a historic figure piece within Kumogakure no Sato. Popularly, it was known as the birthing grounds of two great shinobi, the fourth raikage, A, and his eight tails jinchuriki brother, B. From then on the island became a landmark for all citizens of Kaminari no Kuni, and a common spot for young shinobi to hone their skills. Yet however much of a figure piece it was within the village, Genbu was still a being that possessed a mind and free will of its own. And so, as a moving fortress, Genbu usually remained far from Kumogakure, often even completely hiding itself for years on end. Today, however, was a most auspicious day, for the first time in centuries the gigantic being rested itself right beside Kumogakure no Sato, allowing for all to visit free of the mundane travels one usually associated with going to the Island Turtle. As the Sasaki expected, tourists and shinobi alike flocked towards the island. Each and everyone single one sought to grasp at the reins of the historical island. Kyousuke, though he wouldn't care to admit, was one of the many that rushed towards the Turtle upon news of its arrival. It was, after all, a rare event that brought about hundreds, if not thousands, of omens and prophecies from Kumogakure’s spiritual minds. Specifically, though, Kyousuke looked to meditate at the waterfalls that was once said to be the cause of B’s excellent control and relationship with his bijuu. Unfortunately, though, upon arriving to the landmark, it became apparent that his hopes of a peaceful morning would be shot down like Icaros. What was once a landmark for eager shinobi to train and wash away the demons within, became a tourist spot complete with an unfathomably long line. Civilians took photos with their children, each imitating a meditative pose that brought about a searing dose of anger within the genin. All of it was captured by a professional photographer that sought to increase the size of his bank account. The young swordsman cursed under his breath, the whole situation reeked with the foul stench of opportunism. Aiming to give the photographer a piece of his mind, Kyousuke marched straight ahead towards the man. A towering figure, though, stopped the shinobi in his tracks. Weilding a massive greatsword a ridiculously tall man wearing a bright pink robe rested his hand on the Sasaki’s chest, pushing him back. “No one gets close, the master is at work.” The man husked. Instinctively the heir reached for the twin pair of katanas strapped and sheathed at his waist. The sparks of anger within him beckoned for the blood of this nameless swordsman that had dare place a hand on him, yet his brain resisted. “It appears today is your lucky day.” The boy remarked, eyeing the man down. These were hallowed grounds, and one dared not disrespect Genbu by meaninglessly spilling blood on his back. The golden eyed boy took a deep breath, flaring his nostrils as he slowly calmed himself. Luck was on this photographer's side as it seemed there was nothing the Sasaki could do but leave the waterfalls empty handed. Not intending to leave the island without at least having fulfilled his goal of meditation though, the Sasaki made his way to what he had believed to be the only isolated spot left on the whole island, the peak of Mt. Genbu. Mt. Genbu, as it was so sterilely named, was one of the hundreds of mountains that sat atop the Island Turtle’s back, specifically it was the tallest one of the whole bunch. Though it had potential to become a tourist spot much alike the waterfalls, few sought to make the hike to its peak and fewer still could survive the harsh and thin atmosphere of the mountain. Slowly, the boy trekked upwards the steep slope of the mountain’s foot. As he climbed, he felt the air around him growing thinner and thinner. With each step it steadily became harder to breathe, yet the Sasaki simply grinned, welcoming the challenge that tested his mental fortitude. Surely the unwelcoming conditions of the mountain deterred those of weak wills to reach the mountaintop. An hour passed and eventually Kyousuke reached the summit. He gasped for air, breathing heavily, yet a few calm breaths returned his spiked heart rate back to normal. He looked around, checking if anyone else had made the climb, at the very moment it seemed that he was awarded a moment of isolation. He moved towards the edge of a cliff, overlooking the island and the civilians down below. He sat, legs crossed atop each other, and lay his two swords at his sides. Closing his eyes, he drifted off peacefully in meditation, until something would interrupt his solace. |
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