1 Shinigami [Open] Wed Nov 27, 2013 12:28 pm
Hao
D-rank
It had been a few months since Hao's death at the hands of the Hokage and his 'minions', as Hao would call them. It seemed that Konohagakure had moved on and forgotten about the threat that once reigned across the Shinobi World. Children playing happily as if he didn't even exist to begin with and the adults absentmindedly continuing on with their worthless lives, stuck on the same routine as always. A faint figure, almost seeming transparent, stood on top of the Hokage Mountains, on Takeshi's sculpture; the one that led to his downfall. From a distance, this figure would seem like an Astral Projection technique, but it's far from that; it's even something that doesn't exist in this world. The features of the man were just slightly visible; his long black hair and the clothes that he used to wear in his living days. The one thing, however, that took the most attention were his crimson eyes piercing through. It may seem like the eyes of a demon, but his Sharingan is what keeps him tied to this world. The thing that bears his hatred. Although powerless, his time on this world is without limits. "People of this world are as rotten as ever." He spoke to himself, keeping his gaze fixated on the village below. Scanning across the Hokage heads gave him the hint that Takeshi was no longer the leader of this village; as a new head had been added. What happened to him, he wondered. Dead? Retired? The one man that killed him has probably continued to lead his life according to what he sees fit, while Hao himself met a pathetic end.
A flashback crossed his mind, him battling the Hokage, as well as vaguely remembering other figures, but couldn't really figure out who they were. His anger towards the Hokage and Konohagakure clouded his mind to remember those individuals fighting along Takeshi's side. He clenched his fist in regret and grinded his teeth onto each other. He could've taken him, he thought, but it was already too late for him to do anything about it. He can't change the past, just the future. And the future that he has in mind is still the same as many months, even years ago. It couldn't happen if Konohagakure still stood its ground. It needs to be burned down. Something had to change; but how would he be a great influence in the world in his current state? His eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed, plotting once more.