1 Recollections of Bloodshed [Training] [Ayakashi] [Private, invite only] Sun May 19, 2013 11:30 pm
Shou
D-rank
Nibbling on the stick of Dango as he walked Shou ventured to the ‘Bloody Cemetery.’ Many would most likely find it odd that he visited the cemetery after what he had gone through two years ago when his brother had died. But he still went. He didn’t care about what others thought about what he was doing when he went to the cemetery, but he did lie and say that he was going under the pretense that he was visiting his mother and brother’s graves. Sure, he did visit them, but the cemetery had become more of a place for him to relive his darker memories and actually be himself completely rather than putting up a mask that he actually had a grip on his own mind.
Sure, he was still relatively sane compared to some others, but his craving for blood had become unnatural over the years and he had to constantly remind himself to keep it in check so that he wouldn’t get in trouble. Not that it prevented him from hurting people. He was still a spitfire when he was angry and would hurt people as much as he could usually if he wouldn’t get punished for it.
Shou bit the third and last dumpling off of the stick of dango as he found himself in front of the damp ground of the small familiar plot of land that housed his family’s graves. He stopped before the graves and stared down on them. It was a simple patch of ground where his mother and brother were buried next to each other, damp from the mist and rain and there was nothing particularly special about it other than the fact that it had been the last place that he had seen his brother. His family wasn’t particularly rich and they hadn’t really wanted spectacular graves anyway. Shou would be different when he died. He would have a different sort of grave.
Admittedly, despite knowing that he would have a different sort of grave he had indeed been fond of his mother when she had been alive. He had closer to her than to the other members of his family though even she had preferred Shouta over him in his eyes. It had always been about Shouta the first born twin. It was almost sad that his brother’s ‘grave’ was only a few meters away from where Shou had last seen him. Almost. Shou’s lips quirked into a sneer as he looked away from his mother’s grave to his brother’s grave, moving forward to stand just in front of the headstone, staring down at the ground that was supposed to hold his brother’s body but only housed an empty casket in commemoration of his life.
Shou wasn’t particularly broken up about the fact that his brother was gone and he was glad that they had never found his body. It meant that his brother had probably been cut up so small that no one would ever find him again. He could remember the blood that had splattered across his face. How the red had seeped into the ground and his skin. How he had seen red in his anger. How liberating it had felt. He smirked. The demise of his own brother had been freeing, as horrific as it had been for him the view of other people. He could still hear the people telling him how sorry they were for his loss. It hadn’t been a loss. It had been an achievement.
Smirking, Shou perched on top of his brother’s gravestone and looked around the cemetery, snapping the stick that had held the dango with a crack between his sharp teeth. He knew that it wasn’t a particularly appropriate thing to do, sitting upon a gravestone, but even so he didn’t really care. Shouta had been his brother and he didn’t care if it was a disgrace to him to do it. While Shouta had been alive he had been the bane of Shou’s life and even in death Shou was going to do what he could to spite him. There was no way that Shou was ever going to forgive his brother for anything even when he was no longer in the world.
“I wonder, brother, if you can see me in whatever hellish form you are now.” Shou sneered into the air, not aiming his words down at the grave. What would be the point if his brother’s body wasn’t actually there? He smirked. “You failed the chuunin exams, you blamed me for that, yet here I am, a genin on his way to becoming a chuunin. I’m farther along than you. I know more Jutsu. You were pathetic. I wonder if anyone actually realized that aside from seeing that you were the best?” He shook his head and sighed. Speaking to the air was pointless and silly. He let out a cold laugh and stepped down away from his brother’s empty grave.
“Let’s see…” Shou took a deep breath and looked at Shouta’s gravestone thoughtfully. Training in front of his brother’s grave to show him up had become something of a pastime for him and today wasn’t any different than the others. “Fūton: Nagare!” He growled, hopping again onto his brother’s grave before propelling himself into the air. With a deep breath that he released at the ground where his brother’s body would have been buried, creating a dent in the damp earth and propelling himself higher. He enjoyed the sensation of the jutsu. Just like being in the water being in the air was liberating.
- Chakra 140/150:
- Name: Wind Release: Stream (Fūton: Nagare ~ 風遁・流れ)
Canon/Custom: Canon
Rank: D
Type: Supplementary
Element: Fūton
Range: 10 metres
Specialty: Ninjutsu
Duration: 1 post
Cooldown: 2 posts
Description: Wind Release: Stream is a movement technique with no offensive application, designed to allow a shinobi to maneuver mid-air. The shinobi exhales a powerful, concentrated stream of wind from their mouth. This stream has enough force to accelerate the user's movement mid-air or allow them them to rapidly change the direction they're going in. Beyond this, however, it has several unintended effects. When blown into the ground, it's force can help dislodge dirt and sand, creating a small smoke-screen effect. Naturally, this requires loose dirt or sand. The stream has enough force to knock projectiles aside, as well as to make someone hit by it stagger back a few feet, assuming the caster is 5 metres or less away from the person being hit.
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