1 Mortality and its Victims [Private, Training/Character Plot] Fri May 03, 2013 3:22 am
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- Gakuto Sōseiji:
Gakuto Sōseiji is a tall boy, about the same height as Nagare, with dark hair and purple eyes. He wears a black cloak with a hood. Underneath, he wears a set of finely pressed clothes and an overcoat. He is a gentleman above all else, but has recently changed...
Techniques: He uses Suiton in conjunction with the mysterious blade, Shōgeki. It was crafted by and for his father, however Gakuto stole it. He rarely utilizes his Sharingan, as he just recently taken it.
Face Claim: Oswald from Pandora Hearts
Nagare stood at the center of the arena. Not just any arena, but the famous Arbiter's Grounds, which laid atop the tomb full of ancient historical figures and recently passed kage, a landmark made in their honor as a burial site. The cold air stung his pale skin and his eyes burned with passion and determination. His glasses sat on his nose, slightly low, and he took them off entirely, sticking them in a pocket. There was something of this scene that made him nostalgic, made him remember the old days with Gakuto. They were once close friends. Gakuto was from the Kirigakure branch of Sōseiji. His family retreated to Kumogakure after Hao Uchiha destroyed Kiri. Even after the reconstruction, they decided not to return to Kiri but rather become settled in Kumo. Shortly after the move, Nagare met Gakuto and they became close friends, always staying at one another's houses and training together. They were very similar, in humors, interests, and logical prowess. It had been a total of 5 months since they met.
Things had changed. Gakuto had always been the ambitious type, eager to get whatever he wanted through force. But never force this brutal, this unjust. This change couldn't have happened so quickly. Just hours earlier, everything was normal.
It was originally an average day in Kumo, where the sun was overhead and the clouds gleamed white, just as any other day. Nagare hadn't seen Gakuto in weeks, so he went to the boy's house to pay a visit. He found the door unlocked, and peered inside. Gakuto was no where to be seen, but his immediate family was inside, and they were all unconscious, from some sort of ninjutsu. Naga further investigated to find a glass display, recently shattered by the looks of it, within his parents' room, and the sheath of a blade nearby. With this, he notified medical nin and let them take care of the situation with his family. In the meantime, he and Horui used their Heat Mapping technique to hunt him down. By the time they picked up a scent, it was dark out and the moon sat ominous watching over the village. The Arbiter's Grounds. This was where he was, and Naga released his kekkei genkai, putting Horui back into his body.
Approaching the center of the Arena, he stood, glasses in pocket, eyes straight ahead. Nagare was on a quest for answers. "Gakuto. Come out, I know you're here."
A demented laugh was released into the air, and a figure appeared directly in front of Nagare. "I didn't realize you had already developed a sensory ninjutsu. I applaud your focus."
"Tell me what the hell is going on before I have to kill you myself."
"I'm done here. I'm moving on to greater things. With my current condition, I will die one day. But I can't let that happen. I won't just let myself fade away after a vicious battle with another shinobi or an equally vicious one with age. I am to become immortal. Sure, I could stay here and remain a measly Genin in spite of my abilities. But I have plans. I strive for power, I strive for influence. I could destroy this place...with a look."
"You're not making any sense. What's wrong with you? I will kill you now if you don't tell me the truth."
"Nothing is WRONG, little Nagare. I simply want peace, just as much as anyone else in these great nations. I have a plan. I'll unify this world under my banner, my leadership. I'll extend my life to the ends of infinity with the life force of others. A conqueror is what we need, not a bunch of stupid shadows reigning their people like blind sheep. We're on the verge of war here, and I'm going to stop it. My family...they called me crazy. They said I needed help. I showed them. And now I have Shōgeki, my father's most prized blade. My second step in this war, and the path to peace. My first step..." he paused and opened his right eye, revealing a sharingan with 2 tomoe, "was this. I killed a little Genin for it, quite easy actually. And the possibilities are endless. Now, I'm sorry for this, but you can't stop me, and if this is what it takes to leave, your death is only the third step on my path to peace, my path to greatness, my path to immortality."
He took the blade from a strap around his back, and pointed it at Nagare from his place. The tension in the air was thick enough to stagnate the cold breeze. His Sharingan stared back into his best friend's magenta eyes. A death would occur tonight, the question was which?