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Niaga Hinsshi
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| Subject: Niaga Hinsshi [WIP] Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:01 am | |
| ~The Basics~ Name: Niaga, Hinsshi in the traditional Japanese form his last name comes first. His name means the flowing golden flower from Heavens Gate roughly translated from a mixture of Japanese and Greek. Age: Hinsshi seems to be physically around his Mid-Thirties, being blessed with no loss of hair he still seems quiet an older gentleman, from his appearance he seems to be around 32. Rank: Hokage, S-rank Village: Konohagakure no Sato ~The Blood Work~ Gender: Male Blood Type: Hinsshi has the rare bloodtype of O-Negative, it is relatively unknown exactly how he gained it as his parents and grandparents by genetic were A-Positives and B-Positives. Clan: Niaga, In-Process Kekkei Genkai: In-Process
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| ~The Traits~ Likes: Hinsshi's likes tend to be based more around the area of alcohol, teaching, and creating combat and hunting sessions for his squad, however he does have a few limited normal pleasures and likes that he enjoys in this world. - Women: Like any man, Hinsshi adores the opposite sex. This is both a weakness and strength in its own ways, but he enjoys their company notably more then males, he finds that few of the male gender and sex have anything worth to say, and they must prove themselves far more to show him they arnt the usual idiot Male that thinks of nothing but pride and muscle. To him woman are beauty, intelligence, and the glory of the human and shinigami race, he even holds a weakness for Arrancar woman, though it will never go beyond light flirting as the idea of actually being with one is nearly impossible and moderately disgusting to him, as that is crossbreeding on entirely new scale in his eyes, Vaizard ... are another subject entirely of course, he see's them the same as Shinigami unless their more hollow then Sane.
- Training: To Hinsshi, training is more then just a growth of strength and abilities, training is how you show your desire to become more then you already are, you determination and will to practice and persevere. If you are lazy any other time he wont judge as he is as well, but being lazy when 'training' is something that will earn you a very possible Shakahou to the face or worse with how he reacts to such foul treatment, to him it is a disrespect to yourself, your soul, the abilities you have been blessed with, and those around you who are relying on your strength and will.
- Justice: To Hinsshi, Justice is not something written down in a book and done by a court of old ass Shinigami, as he calls them. To him Justice is your own personal set of ideals and Morales, therefor he will not judge another because he knows Justice to him is different form another shinigami or persons. However, if yours interferes with his, he will stand in the way of your actions, such as watching you beat on a child even if it was an Espada level arrancar for instance or a Captain level Renegade shinigami, he will stand in the way of the killing blow, though not the actual combat. Justice is his Morals, his will and soul, and because of this those that hold true to their own will automatically gain some points of approval from him for anything they do as long as they stuck to that internal code of their mind.
- Writing: This is one of Hinsshi's more secretive passions, he loves tow rite and has even made it his dream to put out one of the most famous Romance novels in soul society. However the fact is he is extremely shy about this passion and believes that he would become a laughing stock for even considering trying to publish such a gooey gooey lovey dovey story based around love and forbidden lust. Despite this, he is actually an excellent writer and poet, and in his spare time will often write such things, as long as noone else is in the room after all, other whys such things become rather difficult for him to comprehend and understand correctly. lowering his skill drastically.
- Music: Another of Hinsshi more Artistic and quiet life based passions, he adores the sound of Music of any sort, able to play four instruments himself in total, including the roman pipes, the piano as well as the trumpet, and the guitar. He learned this by constantly reading things form earth and the like of how he should be practicing his musical talent, he in fact has quiet a keen sense for music in general, allowing him to be able to mold and listen to it perfectly so as to get it done int he most beautiful and elegant way, he adores music and is less secretive about this fact, often playing loud classical music from his office or room inside his chambers.
- Artwork: Sadly, this is not one of Hinsshi's actual strengths, however he is quiet fond of it alongside his music and writings ans books. he enjoys reading but at the same time, he will stand or sit, staring at a painting or piece of artwork for hour son end trying to see what the artist saw, looking into the drawings details and secretly wishing this was a talent he had, as he struggled with even drawing stick figures, maps were one thing however actual art ... that was something totally out of his reach sadly, likely why he is so drawn to artwork in general.
- Reading: Reading, ah the glories of the book and written word. This is one of Hinsshi's few loves left in his long lifetime, he adores sitting down to a good story, especially (though he will never admit it) A Romance novel of any sort if it is of good quality. He of course see's reading as the storing of knowledge and experience into a minds eye, to him reading is the equal to a religion and he spends much of his time in libraries or studies when he isn't doing his usual duties in his day or week. He is also secretly a romance and fantasy writing, making his desire to read and respect for writers all the stronger when compared to other writers wanting inspiration and knowledge even more then normally.
- Romance: Ah sweet love, this is what has molded Hinsshi the most throughout his entire life as a Shinigami and a Soul in the rukongai, even in his past life as a Hollow. To him love is a bounty filled with thorns, you can enjoy from ti as much as you wish, however every time with that enjoyment comes a sharp prick that can become a gas if not dealt with or if continued to be forced down. To him love is a great mystery that he day dreams about and sees as a great part of this world, it just takes him time to realize that there are greater things in this world occasionally marking him as a secret hopeless romantic, believing that there is someone out there for everyone in the worlds.
- Seafood: Ah the heaven of the sea! Hinsshi isn't one to drool over food, really he isn't at all,s teak, pork, burgers, hot pockets, pizza, none of it is anything but something to shove down your throat and get nutrition from to him. However, seafood that's another story, to him it is his sugar high, its his cocaine and personal drug that he is addicted to. He will never stop eating seafood if you were to give him the opportunity to do such he would sit at a table and simply eat seafood for the rest of his life in content never having to move, he adores it that much, especially lobster and crab, finding them absolutely delectable.
- Teaching: This is another of Hinsshi's Passions, to him the next generation is more important than anything else, they are the future and what keeps this world going, as such to him he will save the academy far before he would save the Soutaicho. This does not mean that he likes one above the other, but one is far more important in his eyes, to him teaching is a treasure, it is one of the few things that makes him smile seeing other's grow in strength as he tutors and teaches them in new ways of everything from Kidou to combat.
- Quiet and Peace: This is the sanctuary to Hinsshi, having practiced Both battle and normal meditation, quiet and peace are very large parts of his life as a Shinigami. It allows him to look back on his long life's events and how to control and lead his life of the next steps, this balance is what keeps him constantly calm alert, and ready to train or fight at a moments notice. it is also the reason that Hinsshi developed his own unique abilities based around his Reitsu aura techniques when channeling his Kidou and reitsu into weapons and the like for his techniques, all of this is based around the art of being able to meditate both in and out of combat.
- His Students: To Hinsshi this is the one thing in life that must always be protected, his Students are his work for the next generation, they are what will be remembered when he is dead and Gone. To this end, to him they are the most important shinigami and people in the universe to him, because of this they are the people he will always adore, and likely if you become one of his students you can expect he will very willingly 'facetank' any form of attack simply to save a students life even if it means severe damage to his own body with no hesitation, even if ti goes against a direct order to him.
Dislikes: Hinsshi's Dislikes are usually held together well so as to better keep his good and lazy mood up permanent. However he can in fact he annoyed by certain things it just requires you to hit his dislikes just right. - Ignorance: Hinsshi absolutely despises ignorance, of any sort or form. This can be racism, or segregation, even just general loudmouth know it all ignorance that gets on anyone's nerves. This is something he absolutely cannot stand, even in his older age he knows that there is so much he has never even known, because of this he hates it when someone his age or younger acts like they know everything. He is open to them knowing something he does not of course, but there is a line between that, and ignorance, crossing that will quickly earn you a smack upside the head from him.
- Cheap Booze: Hinsshi simply considers this the worst form of disrespect to him and alcohol possible, brewing all his drinks himself to see cheap booze that is weak and basically a shame to any alcohol in his eyes will withdraw his rage form him at any given moment with a proceed to smack the maker upside the head and show them how to make real alcohol. He will often even get into a serious fight over alcohol, marking him with traits of an Eleventh squader with his seriousness on the aspects of whiskey and alcohol, it is a surefire way to bring him out of his natural lazyness and easygoing personality.
- Arrogance: Hinsshi has lived far to long, and seen far to much to simply shrug off and allow any form or sort of arrogance to take place around him. He despises it all the way to the heart, and will often smack anyone that does or uses such upside the head in annoyance, he hates it because of the fact that he knows everyone has a weakness and noone has the right to be beaten if they are able to be beaten by someone in the universe, and since there is allays someone stronger he learned long ago that Honoring your opponent to matter how much weaker or stronger is an important key to any combat.
- Cowardice: For much the same reason as Arrogance, Hinsshi despises cowards and will throw them through the nearest wall without any hesitation, to him cowards shouldn't be soldiers they should be at home worrying about everyday things. He will never accept any form of fear or cowardice that leads to the shingami, or a friends demise or even his won. The fact is to him that Cowards dont belong in this world, their useless and should just stay home until they grow a pair, because other whys Hinsshi will blow off the fake pair they have between their legs isntead.
- Things Taller then Him: It just. Aint. Right. To him, if your a human being and above seven foot tall your just not natural, if your an animal Shinigami then sure he can see you being massive, as your a hybrid of the two races, however a human being larger then him, is just not right. He hates to look up at people, its something that wracks his nerves because it makes him feel like he is giving respect when they have not earned it at all, if they have proven their worth and being worthy of his actual respect,t hen he doesn't mind them being physically taller then him, however other whys its asking for alot of scoffing.
- Sadism: Much like the one above, what the HELL are these peoples problems? To him it is disgusting, wrong, self Mutilating or Other mutilations that needs to burn and be purged from this earth, and will happily do so for free with a very large explosion of any kind at all. This means any kind of Sadistic action or comment, will quickly earn Hinsshi as your enemy with much twitching of the eye and alot of muttering of the High numbered Kidou, he despises it as the Arrancar who scared his face for life was practically the definition of Sadistic, some scars never heal, especially something like that.
Personality: Hinsshi Mentally is oddly Laid-Back and Carefree, or so he Gives off. In truth Hinsshi is incredibly Protective and Strong-Willed, but never for himself, he is the Type of Man who will stand infront of a Beating, and Take every single hit and never complain once and Just act Weak. However as soon as he see's someone innocent attacked or Hurt, his true side shows he will stand and Kill to protect the Innocent, laying down his Life for a Total Stranger with no hesitation. "My Life is pointless if I stand there and Watch as the Innocent and helpless are Harmed before my Very Eyes. What is the Point of learning the Way of the Sword, of Power and Never using it to Protect those I love or Care for?" He is Wise beyond his years, though that is Hard to say as noone not even he knows exactly how Old he is. He see's everyone as Equal in the End, he respects the order of Rank, but eh Respects the Way of Life far more, he Will disobey a Direct order if It means protecting someone, or saving someones life and he will Happily face the consequences, afterward. This does not mean he will break every single rule there is, hardly in fact he prefers to follow the rules and go by the book, a book anyway, his book. If he see's it as wrong, to hell with it and he'll tell the other Youngin Jounin such without any hesitation at all, though respectfully. However, this rarely comes to show, usually his Calm and calculating, but Laid back and Incredibly Lazy personality is all that is ever shown, as well as his over-Fondness for Alcohol and the Quiet life, he would Much rather sit and Drink while doing Paperwork then be out in Combat, He will only fight if there is no way to solve the issue without such. He generally refers to his fellow Shinobi by their first name followed by an honorific, marking that he is much more laid back and calm with such things considering his allies and subordinates his friends and Nakama as much as his said subordinates. Hinsshi overall is a peace-loving man who will always try to talk his way out of a fight, though he doesn't wish to insult opponents by refusing to fight. The slightly eccentric Hinsshi also seems to like making an impression on opponents. He also dislikes taking the life of innocent people, often sparing the lives of most Opponents even if they are enemies to his village, and taking them into Custody isntead. He is also one of the most proficient combatants in his village being the Hokage and maintains a level of honor and integrity when engaging in battle, always talking to them with honorifics unless their to mindless to understand, and even then he will generally say their name or race with 'Sama' or 'San' attached to it to show his respect. He refuses to fight with children or even in the presence of a child, even when he would be fighting for his life he hates the idea. He always maintains a semblance of respect for his opponent and is polite in combat situations and prefers to fight one on one. Even when fighting powerful opponents, like other Kage of other rvillages, he never (or at least rarely) loses his cool, going as far as to make small talk and joke around with his opponents, though secretly this is his own way of confusing his Opponents mind and mingling ti while in combat to throw them off, because of this it shows his assassin like nature of being an X-ANBU and how ruthless and underhanded he can be if really pushed while in a fight, however never will he truly disrespect an opponent, such as use a Nutshot, ext. Despite being one of the strongest and oldest captains, Hinsshi retains a level of humbleness and isn't overly arrogant about his strength, although when fighting Strong Opponents such as Espada and the like, he does comment often that he was finally get a fun fight another reflect to an almost barbarian personality streak, but he does recognize that the younger generation has far more potential to become stronger than him given enough time. Hinsshi show's a great distaste for fighting, believing strongly in the saying that it doesn't matter whether you owe someone or they owe you, as soon as you start fighting, you are in the wrong either way. Attitude: Overall, Hinsshi is a calm and laid back individual who has a strong sense of Justice, his own version and wont hesitate to follow his own justice above anyone else. He believes strongly in himself and others but not to the point of arrogance begin once of the things he despises above anything else, Hinsshi is a strong man of age and wisdom and shows it when he feels it is needed but other why's does his best to solve his issues and combat with words over physical interactions. He see's it as his duty to this world, to raise and protect the next generation to surpass his own, his dream is to hold a student that one day is strong enough to defeat him in a all-out combat, to pass down his Ninjutsu knowledge and Taijutsu Skills too with his life and Content in this world. Despite his massive Chakra and its sheer mass and power, his own incredible strength and combat capabilities, overall he is an old man at heart, and is tired of constant combat, so when eh does finally attack he shows the highest honor to his opponent, a good quote form him being that "Are you sure you wish to draw your sword agaisnt me ...? If you do that ... this will be a true fight, and I shall not hold back ..." Always giving his opponents chat choice not cocky or arrogant, but a simple warning that if he fights, he fights for true power and to win, though not always kill. Alignment: Hinsshi is of the Alignment of Chaotic Good, Chaotic Good characters are rebels and free spirits who believe in doing good, by their own standards. Some don't have a problem with greater systems such as laws as long as they leave them alone; others are anarchists who believe that too much 'order' is bad for everybody, and the betterment of all can only be achieved by actively rejecting any higher instances of power. Likely to take a intuitive approach to The Golden Rule, caring about other people's feelings and needs without having to calcify it into specific rules. ~The Armada~ Primary Weapon: Taijutsu / Ninjutsu Support Weapon: Kunai (x20) Support Weapon: Shuriken (x20) Support Weapon: Windmill Shuriken (x4)
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| Subject: Re: Niaga Hinsshi [WIP] Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:01 am | |
| ~The Physics~ Appearance: Hinsshi is a tall and dark skinned man, possibly Greek in origin from his tone of skin. His orientation is enhanced by his physical build, holding himself with a large muscular build though not overly so, holding the body one would imagine a quarterback in America's 'Football' may have. Lean but well built and defined he holds every muscle with a equal strength, tone and definition. His broad shoulder's slope a bit before angling into a well muscles chest and then moving down into a full eight pack that he's obviously worked hard to Earn. His Dark Skin is whittled in scar's and has a thin trail of chestnut brown bodyhair in a patch on his chest that forms a sleek thin trail down his abb's, hair clings to his forearms and halfway up his bicep's before becoming faint, and disappearing for the most part. He holds no back hair as he finds it incredibly uncomfortable to try and deal with. His sleek muscles angle down from his groin and form into a pair of sleek well-muscled calves and legs, hair clings to his legs much the same as his arms thinning at half thigh and slowly dispersing. However along his body, are many scar's from his rough past filled with battle, violence and Gangs that he once had in the Rukongai. Although Hinsshi holds the Constant Physique and build of the usual Physically active warrior and handsome features, he is not without his flaws, one of his traits being his nose has the look of a fighters to it, being slight bent to the side only noticeable if you really look, but its defiantly there, along with a knot of bone and scar tissue int eh center of his one elegant Nose, something obviously that's been broken hundreds of time in his life. As well, on his face is a large 'X' Shaped scar, this starts as a Horizontal line from his right cheek, across his face and over his nose and ending on the left side of his head about three inches past his ear. This scar was caused by his first defeat as a Shinobi, when a Missing Shinobi sliced his face and head nearly in two, only by pure luck when he tripped on a stone did the blade miss its killing mark. For his luck, the missing shinobi spared him, and isntead gave him a second blow tot eh face, one which stats on his forehead and ends at his chin cutting into his beard as well, going over his lips, the side of his nose as well. The final touch on his Scars being the hundreds of more normal and average ones that crisscross and form over his body, cutting through tattoo's and his birthmark that rests along his chest, however ... one single trait is that he does not have a single scar on his back, allowing the Tattoo of his beloved Family to remain safe and unharmed on his Back. His tattoo's that cover his body are something rather usual, on his Right biceps and arm he holds hundreds of Tribal designs coating along his skin cut apart in some areas by his many scar's from his long life of Combat. These Designs are the shape of a Tigers stripes rolling up the back of his forearm and forming all the way around his bicep and onto his shoulder. On his left arm, he holds more simply designs of his name along the inside of his forearm, added alongside are swirl designs that slowly roll up and form into a dragon of smoke forming along his arm to complete such at his bicep. This as well, has a smooth scar strait through the dragons face ruining the tattoo. On his chest are no true names, or designs however he does had the design of a tattered heart over his heart that has a smooth thick slab of scar tissue directly in its center that marked where he was stabbed through his heart and chest, again barely managing to survive. On his left side there is a smooth design of a birthmark, it looks different to everyone, but to most they see the design of an arrow, though he doesn't even realize it, signifying the way he died so many years ago in that Roman Gladiator battle that ended his life as a Slave in this world. As your gaze moves to his face and head you’ll see a carefree grin on his lightly bearded face, the thin beard darker along his jaw and lighter along his cheeks and lips. He has it trimmed neatly and it matches well with the hard angles of his face, his carefree smile and perfect even white teeth combine with his dreamy, honey brown eyes that can make many melt just from his sweet talk, even in his older age. His Dark skin tone matches with his eyes and hair perfectly, giving him a incredibly attractive image to put off for all, around his throat is a scar that almost looks like he got his throat slit, likely a deathblow by how obvious it is, meaning it was a very deep strike. His light tan lips tinted with pink grin constantly or smirk around his perfect even white teeth, his angled but not overly so face matching his lightly almond shaped eyes just enough to give him a more angelic appearance but not quite. He often has roses strewn through his hair for no apparent reason at all, in fact he doesn’t even seem to realize how they got there. The traits of his hair are yet another Oddity, hair that was one long and curly now has been cropped back into a much more military style connecting to his beard, being roughly two inches and messily strewn about on top of his head, where's his sides and back of his head is cut down into a smooth crew-cut military length. Along his face where the scar carriers, there it travels upward into his hair line, along this line of scar tissue no hair cross along the left side of his head till about three inches past his ear where the scar ends and the hair is still full and thick. Clothing: As your eyes wander across his accessories and clothing now, the smell of gardens and roses, not overwhelming but soft and pleasant, fills the air. He seems to give the smell of naturally as he does not wear any perfumes or colognes. His manicured nails are well-cared for but not exactly feminine with the body hair, and dark skin lined with scar’s and calluses. His jewelry is minimal, simple things he wears a pair of pink ruby earrings one in each ear, his tongue being pierced with a similar ring. Around his neck he holds a gold thin chain with a pink rose carved from some sort of pink and red crystal around his throat half hiding his scar. He wears Long baggy black pants, with a wide-buckled belt on its center with the symbol of a Toad on top of it. As well Hinsshi bears usually ether no shirt or an Open-front Jounin Flak Jacket on, as he feels only cowards sue clothing and armor to hide from weapons. Around his throat as well is a thin golden chain holding a never used engagement ring, it has a gently 'X' carved into the wording on the inside, marking Hinsshi's Loss ... and his oath to never let anyone close to him disappear or get hurt ever again. Height/Weight: Hinsshi is a larger, older male standing at an above average height of Seven Foot, Four inches, or 7'4''. He is built broad and strong surprisingly with his age, because of this he still weighs a surprising amount keeping himself physically fit as he weighs a large but not overly so amount of Two hundred and fifty seven pounds, nearly all msucle but not all of it, he is getting a bit old after all.
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| Subject: Re: Niaga Hinsshi [WIP] Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:02 am | |
| ~Skill Information~ Skill Specialty:- Main: Ninjutsu
- Sub: Taijutsu
Elemental Affinity:- Main: Raiton (Lightning Release)
- Alteration: Kuro-Raiton (Black-Lightning Relese)
- Main: Suiton (Water-Release)
- Combination: Ranton (Storm Release)
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| ~Jutsu~ E: 3 D: 5 C: 5 B: 5 A: 5 S: 5 ~Raiton Jutsu~ - Known Jutsu:
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| Subject: Re: Niaga Hinsshi [WIP] Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:02 am | |
| ~The Story~ Family:Hinsshi’s Family is based around the Niaga clan and his village, he consider’s all of his friends and Nakama his family. However all of the village as well even if he doesn’t know them personally he would lay his life down for them as he is the Hokage, and he see’s it as his duty to the death. - Mother: Niaga, Hinama
- Father : Niaga, Maikaru
- Grandfather : Niaga, Mindragu
- Grandmother: Fujiwara, Eiosha
- Great-Grandmother: Fujiwara, Eiko (Raikage)
- Great-Grandfather : Kaguya, Hoshi (Sannin/Sage)
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Cries of pain carried through the streets of Greece, they vibrated off the walls and rolled through the street’s of the newly erected City, Greek was being yelled left and right as arrows of flame flew through the sky hitting walls and setting buildings aflame. A single hospital was left untouched thanks to the angle of being to the side and behind the wall, and lucky too or the story would have ended right then and there. For inside the building rested a Mother holding her newly born child, the father peaking out the window holding the javelin in his hand tightly that he had taken from a dead farmer, the blood coating his tunic. The beard, blood and sweat that clung to his face made him look like a madman with how his eyes flickered wide open staring at everything he could to protect his new family. She whimpered and tried to stay conscious while holding the sleeping baby, his bronze skin glistening like his mother’s, his brown hair already grown out several inches like his father. He coo’d in his sleep and nuzzled into his mother’s breast above her heart content … oblivious to the world around him. She couldn’t help but smile, but then a boulder of fire slammed into the wall and she winced being brought back to reality once again. “Adelphos!” She whimpered softly and he came over wrapping his arms around her protectively. “It’s alright my love … we will be fine the guardsmen are already turning them back, these barbarians are no match for Roman Warrior’s.” He gently rubbed her back as she lay in the cot holding her child and nodded weakly, unable to fight it anymore she drifted into unconsciousness. He sighed and looked at the Window … when this War would stop … He wondered to himself silently, brushing his hand over his child’s face, he didn’t want him to grow up in this war, in this destruction. This was his last thought, as a stray arrow from a roman soldier went through his chest and into his wife’s skull.
The soldier’s never knew the parents they were simple tailors no one of importance. They burned the bodies and found the child, they sent it off to the slave grounds as it would either be taken in and fed to be a slave from birth or would be killed if no one wanted it. It was none of their business after all. As the woman examined the lightly burned child she poked and prodded and got no cries instead just a stern frown on the Childs face in confusion at why it was being awakened for such an annoying torture with its burns it didn’t understand it had. “He has the makings of a Good warrior … a Good slave. I will take him.” She grunted and wrapped him in a rough woolen towel, payed the lucky soldiers who just got a free meal in coin and walked off toward her home, a large marble building dented here and there where boulders and arrows had slammed into it, the slaves were quickly repairing it so as to not displease their mistress. She went directly to her personal nurse, dropped the child in her arms and left saying “Name him what you wish, you have a son, and he is my slave as well. Teach him. Nurture him so he will be mine one day.” And she left the shocked girl, she was only seven as ‘nurse’ was more of a simple personal servant that got paid minimally with no family of her own. She stared at the baby in her arms and frowned … she had to follow order’s … first things first then … She took out a bottle of goats milk and began to feed the baby, while considering a name. She watches the sun rise slowly and the light glittering off his perfect skin tone and smooth silky curls her was already growing and tilted her head. “Like an Angel … you will be named Gabriel … like the Christians angelic Warrior …” She nodded a bit thinking it fitting and continued to feed him patiently.
Days passed before the baby finally began to actually act like one, it saw the girl as its mother as it was the first true thing her ever really saw. Immediately it showed him as a sleeper, and maybe a bit lazy, he was constantly sleeping and curled up against her cooing happily. Eventually time passed and he began to grow surprisingly fast, after several years the girl stood now at an even five foot, and was eleven years old likely she was done growing for this was quiet tall for such a time period. The baby was five years old, no longer a toddler of baby, but a true child. And he had learned quickly the things a slave was allowed and the things he was not, he could only have the scraps after everyone was gone, and he had to fight with the other house slaves over them. He could only bathe in the stream at least one mile away from the house and could never go near a non-slave, unless called over if so he was to look only at their feet even if they ordered him to look them in the eye he could not. His owner had immediately begun considering the fight ring soon for the boy, as he was growing rapidly and developing layers of muscle and speed as well as having keen reflexes. He was soon shipped to the gladiatorial ring he would not participate, but he would watch and train, he went through many teachers as they constantly died in the ring and so he grew very accustomed to the smell of blood and death, it was almost natural for him at this point.
Eventually time passed and he came of age, at the age of 13 he had not seen his ‘mother’ in many years, and he missed her terribly but he had also grown hard and strong. Built far beyond his years he stood at nearly six foot, taller than most full grown men, yet alone at thirteen years old. He was built with lean defined muscle and his bronze skin and long mane of rustled but sadly greasy thanks to his lack of money bad being a slave, curly locks. Many women were already eyeing him for future claims if he survived his gladiatorial experience, something highly unlikely however sadly enough. As they led him slowly forward he looked upon the roaring stadium as goods were traded, his hands bound tightly with leather and only wearing rags around his groin the young male walked forward slowly being tugged occasionally with a sharp reprimand to keep up. This was to be his first battle … He sighed a bit, having never liked this place, he hated watching other’s die even if he was used to the sight, it was just such a terrible waste of life. He was finally slowly led up to the gate and it was opened, as he was led through the dungeons they got to the armory were he saw other gladiator’s, many missing an eye, or fingers and covered din scar’s of both whip and blade. Most looked around twenty, he was the youngest here though he towered over many of them. They eyed him warily and he heard whisper’s mostly “I hope im not against the giant …” Or “Is he from Russia …? Has Rome Reached so far already?” He just shrugged off the comments and kept going.
Gabriel was led to the blacksmith, the only man who stood close to his height and he obviously was infact Russian for as he spoke it was thick and guttural with their accent. “Is Good, a bit scrawny though, ‘e needs more Meat, if ‘e lives start feedinj him wit’ real meat yah?” He chuckles and glanced around, then grabbed a long curved blade and stuck it in his hands. “Is a Sword made from a Tiny island I once learned from … Is nothing like Roman work, but is Good blade right? Right.” He nods and shoved a leather chest piece, shoulder clasp, wrist buckler’s and shin guards with some sandals on his feet and he was then … simply shoved out, he knew what he was going to be forced to do however. He eyed the arena, no one was in but him yet so he tried to block off the cheer’s of the coliseum, he was likely the fresh meat warm up, meant to die, he’d seen it plenty of times they put the newest person against the most experienced they could find. He hasn’t seen the inexperienced one win once yet, he clenched his blade, and he was going to do his best though … he wouldn’t die if he could avoid it. He eyed the blade now, it was oddly shaped and long, but elegant almost, lean and defined with grace almost. He didn’t know it was called a katana, but he adjusted to it well, it was well suited for his build, it was about five feet long including the hilt and he waited holding it one handed as he watched the opposite gate.
Gabriel watched as a lean and scar-whittled man in nearly full plate armor came into the ring on the opposite side, he held a spear and shield with a roman gladius at his side, odd as those were generally reserved for the Militia. He frowned at that, so they’d even made sure he would win with equipment was it … he searched for wekapoints and saw few … but there were still some and that was good enough. He shifted his grip and slowly walked forward, the Emperor clapped once and he looked to him quietly and then bowed. “We who are about to die, Solute you!” He said as was customary the other man mirrored him and the emperor waved his hands broadly for the men to continue with an amused smirk. Gabriel immediately was forced to dodge the spear tip going an inch from his face; he rolled away and cursed rubbing a trail of blood where it had lightly cut his cheek. He slowly stood to his full height and slammed the blade down, it clashed against his shield and then Gabriel growled and dug in his heels and rammed his shoulder into him using his superior size and strength to his advantage. There was another clash and clang as the man’s helmet flew through the air and his shoulder cracked out of joint the shield dropping uselessly with his dislocated arm. He howled in pain and stumbled back trying to recover, Gabriel didn’t allow him and pressed the advantage, scooping up the shield he watched as the man barely dodged each assault with the blade then rolled to get some distance, Gabriel cursed and shifted back to defensive.
The man grunted as he snapped his arm back into place and gritted his teeth in agony and glared warily, obviously he had not expected that much fury and power in his attacks. He saw him draw the blade and then he rose the spear up, hurling it at him, he cursed and rolled to the side as the blade of the spear nailed into his shin guard drawing blood but luckily nothing serious. He growled and yanked it out, snapping it in two he hurled both right back the man blinked and raised the blade parrying the spinning pieces of metal and wood away, in time to see his own shield whirling forward and slamming into his blade, and past it, ramming into his face, the shield slamming him backwards and his own blade sliding his face wide open. He howled in pain, in time to open his eyes as Gabriel looked down to him sadly … he mouthed, “Gods forgive me …” And drove the blade through the man’s skull. He closed his eyes in silent prayer a moment and yanked the blade out … the crowd burs into uproar as the new gladiator had been born, and killed a veteran in under ten minutes at that. He sighed not pleased with his doings at all, and bowed to the emperor who as staring, shocked, as he moved to the gate and it opened for him his blade dripping with blood, eh simply nodded to the blacksmith, he had known the perfect weapon for him, and it had likely saved his life.
Time passed slowly for Gabriel, he was forced to kill for the amusement of other's and for the freedom he knew he should have naturally. He was seventeen now and stood at a monstrous six foot five inches and build like a lean tank. His muscle mass, his power and speed and skill all had greatly been unmatched, he was undefeated, and his only scar's were from whips never had a weapon managed to hit him after that first day. He was a natural killer, but he hated it, he hated having so much blood on his hands ... he had killed four hundred and ninety five men ... this would be his final match and he would hit five hundred men dead at his hands. he would be free ... but was it truly worth so much death ...? He wasnt sure anymore, but he had little to no choice in the matter, as he himself, refused to die just yet. A guardsman came up slowly to Gabriel and eyed the large man before removing the shekels and handing him his Katana and his set of armor, many months ago he had been offered a full plate of armor he had turned it down. He wore simple leather tunic and pants, no sleeves and no shield. It was all he needed besides his katana and twin throwing dagger's. He strapped it all on in seconds and walked out into the massive cheering arena, he blocked out the crowd as he always has and waited for his newest challenge. He watched as five men one from each gate walked out, then ... an unexpected surprise the starved tiger's were released. He groaned ... he hated the tiger's. Three of them prowled the outskirts, he sighed, no point wasting time.
He charged forward grabbing the nearest man by the sword wrist, spinning with the strike he wrenched his arm backwards with a sickening crack as he snapped his arm at the shoulder. He then send a thunderous boot to his lower back, snapping his spin clean in two, a tiger leap and eh grabbed the dead man covered in spiked full plate, curing him into the beast. it yowled in agony as a 500 pound force slammed into it covered in blades and spikes, killing it instantly as its skull was pierced and crushed. The remaining two tigers eyed him now warily as they prowled, the remaining four warriors pulled out spears also wary of the giant now who had not even drawn a blade yet. He reached down, gripping the fallen mans blade, he hefted it, and hurled it hard, the shocked warrior raised his leather and wooden shield to take the hit, but he underestimated the sheer force of the throw. The blade sunk tot eh hilt in the shield, going through the mans shield, arm, and chest, and then the force shattering ribs and sending him flying into the range of the tiger's, his cries filled the arena as the other men shifted nervously before forming a triangle around him with the spear's. Gabriel eye'd them all patiently, watching as expected they all charged at once, he simply ... jumped, and as always one unlucky man was double-speared through his chest, the other two surviving and nothing touching Gabriel as he leap high into the air, then landing on the spears shattering them he grabbed a man in leather armor like his own into a bear hug. His muscles bulged and there were several sickening cracks as his ribcage caved in and his spine snapped, before he was hurled like a boomerang into the last man followed by a broken spear, the last guard fell, impaled through the forehead with his dead comrade laying on top of him. He sighed and now eyed the tiger's as they were called back, he had won ... he was a free Man.
And indeed he was ... he slowly looked up as the guards slowly walked out, the emperor himself was required to free a slave ... a gladiator that had partaken in so many years of games. He watched as the silken clothed Cesar walked down the ramp watching him quietly as he raised his hand slowly. "What is your name slave?" He murmured watching the giant of a man patiently, but Gabriel twitched, even free he dare call him that ...? This man whom caused all this strife for so many ...? His lip twitched ... "I will give my name when I am addressed as a man that I am, not a Animal>" he growled out, the captain at his side shifted and hissed, "Such arrogance! You may be a talented gladiator but compared to a Warrior of Rome you are nothin-" He never got to finish, Gabriel had him by the head two feet clear off the ground. "I can twist my hand ... and snap your spine in five places whelp ... shut up." He snarly and hurled him over his shoulder. Gabriel anger filled eyes focused on the emperor, who was a few shades paler now. He quirky cleared his throat, "Kill him." He hissed in a calm cold tone ... fear mixing into it. Gabriel reacted with lightning fast reflexes, his lade lashed from the sheath and a man arm flew off, then two guards fell, a third swing and five more fell clutching their nearly headless throats. Finally the streamlining five got their blades out, in time for two to be impaled and kicked into the remainder three, killing another. The last two fell in a single flick of his blade. He closed in on the Emperor ... his eyes cold ... at the man who dared deny him his freedom, who had enslaved him all his life. Then he heard several thuds ... then several more ... he kept walking, the emperor's eyes were huge with fear as eh stumbled backwards. And then Gabriel realized ... with another six thuds, eh had nearly twenty arrows filling him ... he fell over immediately ... he blinked a few times. "Seem's ... I'll be free anyway ... after all you sick ... bastard ..." He grinned at the emperor, and with the last of his strength, hurled a knife, which flashed by, sliding the emperor's face open from chin to ear, a scar that would never disappear, he grinned ... and his head fell, Gabriel was dead.
[Chapter Two]: Spirit Life
Gabriels eyes slowly opened as he looked around curiously ... He blinked some, he was laying in the center of the now dead quiet Arena. He stared at the red sand that was all that was left, he slowly stood, legs wobbling a bit before he glances down at himself, he was no longer bleeding and he had a ... chain on his chest? What in the world? He stared at the chain in disbelief quietly ... Why was there a chain on his chest? He gripped it and adjusts it trying to yank it ... and intimidate fell over withering in agony, felt like he had just yanked at his heart, he breathed heavily grinning his teeth in agony as the chain suddenly began devouring itself his yes widened in confusion as he is driven to his back groaning and howling in agony as it washed through him over and over. Finally the Pain faded after Hours of Agony washing over his Mind and Body, panting heavily he shivered staring upward at the sky as he coughed weakly. "What ... the hell ... is going on ..." He groaned softly and rolled over eying the Chain silently, Had it seriously been eating itself ...? What the hells was going on. He muttered and stumbled forward slowly ... touching the wall, he couldn't feel it. Why couldn't he feel it ... then his eyes widened, he stumbled back slowly. "No ... I was Dead! I died ... I injured the Emperor! I died!" He stared down at his body, at the chain as tears flowed down his Face. "Even in death ... I am Chained ... what Have I done to deserve this ... I never wanted this life! ... I never wanted to be a Mass murderer ... a Killed." He fell to his knee's, hands gripping the blood red sand he couldn't even feel. Slowly he looked up ... He wasnt allowed in Heaven it seemed, he was doomed to forever linger here on Earth, on this Hellhole, he slowly stood ... and left the Arena. He left his Past Life.
Gabriel wandered for many years ... he had no attachments to this world, he had no memories, he couldn’t even remember how he died. He watched the world change around him as he walked, from farmland and old houses to complexes, malls, buildings that seemed to touch the sky. He didn’t care about any of it of course, but he couldn’t help but realize how much the world he once knew so well was changing around him so completely and utterly. Slowly he walked through the area's, the broken chain hanging from his chest untouched as he drifted from place to place, finally he happened upon a place known as karakura, it was a place that for once in his new life caught his interest. He finally met people besides other spirits that could see him, it was such an odd feeling, to be able to be seen, heard, felt again, it confused him and the first few he met looked at him dull when he just stood there staring at them until he drove them away with it. One day however a young girl, not even ten at the least came up to him and tilted her head at him curiously and poked the chain hanging from his chest and giggled softly. "That’s a weird sense of style mister!" He blinked ... and laughed, for the first time in a very long time he laughed. It surprised him how he had forgotten it felt so good to laugh, to give in to humor and smile, to be ... happy, he ha been so focused on his negative emotions that he had forced his own positive emotions out. Little did he know how close he had become to turning into a hollow right then at that time, the girl had saved him, at least, for now.
He smiled at the young girl and said, "Er ... yes I suppose so, but i cant take it off." The girl blinked and giggled and handed him a lollipop which he blinked a bit and took, popping it in his mouth even though he could taste nothing, the girl smiled, so he went with it. "Its weird, there’s allot of people with that chain thingy though, maybe its just turning into the new thing, new fashion statement yah know?" She smiled at him curiously and then shrugged. "Ah well~ Ether way it looks silly." She giggled and he again couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as well. He sat there with her for a while, just talking, happy to just be able to be with someone, to be able to just talk and laugh again. Then the girl took out a little drawing pad and giggled and told him to hold still, his stomach clenched as he looked at the pad, but he wouldn’t let it ruin his moment so he smiled weakly and nodded, holding still for her. She giggled again and began to sketch him into the book, eventually after hours passed it began to get dark and she finally finished, and showed him, what he saw surprised him. He looked normal, not a day older then the day he died by any means, though he looked rough, like he hadn’t slept for a very long time, which was true he supposed he hadn’t indeed. She smiled and tore it out, handing it to him and then packed her stuff up, "I gatta go now! Mommy's ganna be worried, but come back here tomorrow ok mister?" She smiled and waved before sprinting off. For a second he considered doing just that, returning here and talking with her again, but then he tucked the picture away into his cloths, and once again gave into despair, what was the use ... everything eventually died or slipped away no matter what you do.
He sighed before slowly standing, and wandered along the streets of the city, it was fairly large, and very crowded, even during the night like this the area was just simply packed like a can of sadness. He walked his way through them meanderings he ones that saw him waved to him cheerfully he ones that didn’t walked right through him, literally and gave the ones that waved and odd look thinking they waved to them. Eventually he heard it though, a roar, and not that of a animal, it chewed on itself, and sounded almost human, but no human ca roar. He frowned, now curious dispersing his depression and he walked off toward the sound curiously, oddly driven to find its source. Eventually he happened upon the source he was looking for, and it stomped him head, as he looked he stared into the procaine whit mask of a hollow, the first one he had ever seen. It stood roughly at 7' tall and was built fairly leanly with a catlike mask and almost were-cattish body, but behind the makes were human eyes filled with bloodlust and the desire to rend and kill and devour. He took a step back quickly, gasping softly as he realized it had seen him. Then he heard it, the soft cry of a little girl, and he looked at its fail closer, there held by her neck on its tail was the little girl from earlier that very day at the park. He ground his teeth in anger, that same hatred filling him as the hollow opened its mouth and before Gabriel could do anything at all removed the girls head, and devoured her, some of her blood hit him in the face ... and it triggered it, the smell of blood aroused it from deep within the gentle spirit.
Gabriel grabbed a thick beam of metal and spun it, slamming it across the stunned hollows mask, it fell back hissing and howling in agony as some chips fell from the masks face, a single took shattered as it hit the ground. It howled in anger and charged, Gabriel spun the pole again, slamming it across the shins of the monster, a loud crack was heard double as the things bones snapped clean in two as the spirit hit them. He then raised the pole one again slamming it repeatedly across the things back and head snapping bones, wood, and metal all alike across it, until the thing was a withering mass of blood and beaten flesh and bone howling in agony as such a weapon couldn’t kill it, only leave it in incredible agony as it tries to heal itself with the natural regeneration of a hollow. He fell to his knee's, staring at the single shoe that remained of the little girl, a few spots of blood scattered around the shoe, something else broke in him at the sight of it, and he quietly gave in to it, he was to tired of fighting it, to tired of loosing the battle slowly, he gave up ... and depression overcame him. He was alone, he would always be alone, those that got near him died, those that tried to help him died, those that tried to give him life back and help him died ... why was he all alone, what had he ever done to the go to deserve this ...? he didn’t understand ... why ... why why why why why ... WHY?!?! it snapped, his soul completely shattered into hundred soft pieces that shot in every direction as he bean to reform, it left him panting as his whole body throbbed with pain. He slowly sat there, staring at the now back and white world, he smelled food somewhere near ... the hollow, of course, food. He nodded mentally to himself, it made perfect sense, after all the strong must survive, and that hollow was defiantly not strong enough to survive. He slithered over to it ... slithered ... how odd he didn’t remember learning to do that. And opened his jaw, and began to devour the hollow slowly ... piece by piece as he constricted his body around the hollow, his mask gleaming with its blood as his fangs sunk into him.
Cold … it was so … cold … Why was it so cold … the scavenger slithered over the ground hissing softly its small legs and feet barely moving as he moved more like a snake then lizard. Then the hunger hit him again, it filled his being, his emotions and mind, all he could think was that dreadful hunger to kill … he shot off slithering tongue flicking through the air smelling the reitsu from others as he tracks the scavenger he had smelled down. By the time he got to the beast it was already being attacked by several sandmunchers, all the better for him he supposed as he hissed and shot forward, his tails blade slashed one sandmunchers back wide open as he bit deeply into the scavengers mask, shattering it immediately from the snakes supernatural strength and power. His tail wrapped around another sandmuncher squishing it into a broken pulp mass of reitsu. He unhinged his masks jaw and swallowed the scavenger whole, then opened his mouth, sucking in the reitsu from the three scavengers that remained, and the two he had killed, immediately he grew at least four feet in length and a foot in diameter he growled and hiss, spat out a mask piece and moved on, the hunger was not satisfied, he wanted to kill, to devour more, to kill tear and rend. When he ate, it helped him not feel so unwanted, empty, and so cold … so very cold.
He slithered along the ground, arms and legs both long thicker, more muscular but nothing compared to his long, blade scale covered body as he slithered through the sands of Heuco Mundo. He smelled a new prey, and immediately shot toward it, then slithered to a slowed halt, looking way up, it was a giant of a hollow, and it caused him to blink, hissing softly in confusion as it looked upon the Gillian, it was small by Gillian standards, but still stood at nearly three hundred feet tall. The snake hissed softly, and … didn’t care, he used his smaller size to his advantage and shot up the gillians side, biting, smashing, stabbing, and clawing everything he saw as he scrambled up its side, it finally got to its mask it was flailing at the scavenger snarling unable to defend itself against the fast and small opponent. The snake finally got to its mask, and ripped the gillians mask nose clean off which its own masks fangs. Then it wrapped its body around the gillians mask, and began to constrict as its claws and fangs dug deeply into the thick plate of reitsu enhanced procaine. The Gillian howled out in agony, blasting cero after cero in every direction as it couldn’t hit the snake finally, after several long minutes, the gillians mask began to crack and shatter. Soon it fell, the mask shattering into pieces as it collapsed, a massive mountain of reitsu, the snake quickly began to feed, a meal like this wouldn’t last long as it opened its mouth, eh began to suck and absorb the reitsu from the Gillian sucking it dry as minutes passed the snake began to grow … and grow … and grow.
Soon the creature reached five hundred feet tall, it wasn’t like other hollow, it had denied the hollow evolution naturally and devoured and absorbed one single other Gillian to rise in its evolution. He was now huge, long and giant his legs and claws were huge and muscled to master his new giant form of a Gillian. He also … felt an odd thing, the energy inside him, and his reitsu around him fueled his bodies movements and power now … he could feel the difference, he was stronger now … much stronger. He slowly turned his mask into a joker grin as he grabbed a nearby sandmunchers holding it up and opening his mouth firing forward a giant blast of energy known as the Cero, turning the Gillian to ash as well as the tree behind it. He cackled madly with happiness, and then he realized … that he Realized … he could think, it wasn’t clear, it was chaotic and violent in his mind, however it was still … intelligence. He grinned wider and began to move, he began to think about things now, his hunger was still not controllable, but it was there, he could grow strong if he kept eating, he didn’t care if he felt empty and cold, power was all that mattered now and he cackled softly, sinking his fangs deeply into all gillian and scavengers that he could find as he moved attacked and killed, and with it came more and more power and strength.
Time passed, many months and weeks, hours days, it was all the same to him, he was growing strong, soon the gillian began to shrink and was only a hundred feet tall now, a pre adjuchas, the limit for most hollow where they generally became and Arrancar, or just cannon fodder for the Garra’s. However the snake knew he could still become stronger, he still had strength, still had power and energy, he could keep going, and would keep going, he would become strong and powerful. And so he did, he grabbed a Gillian by the mask and crushed it with one hand before absorbing the energy once again as he opened his mouth, slowly but surely the reitsu poured into him and soon he was devouring the reitsu like it was any other snack, and then he felt it he pain. He finished the hollow dinner, and then clasped, shivering and shaking as the ground shook. What … was going on?!?! He hissed and howled in pain and suffering as he felt his skin peeling away, his reitsu fluctuating and changing as it shattered in every direction he blew apart as the reitsu suddenly condensed into a marble-sized ball of glowing green energy, before it slowly expanded into the glowing siluette of a humanoid lizard, standing roughly at 8’ tall. He slowly flexed his muscles, and grinned, he was strong now, he could feel the energy running through his body as he moved, he blasted forward, amazed at his sudden power and speed, he grabbed a Gillian by the face suddenly appearing at its mask as a cero formed point blank, and blew it away completely. He cackled in amusement, incredible, this power that radiated through his being! But he knew there was far from completely, there was still more strength to gain, and so he would grow.
He blasted through the sky as he skidded over the air, chuckling darkly he hadn’t turned into a Half-Breed known as an Arrancar yet, he had decided to keep growing with power and energy as he attacked and killed. He snickered as he grabbed a normal adjuchas and sent its mask crashing into his knee as his tail impaled it into the tree behind it as he opened his mouth, devouring yet another adjuchas to add to the count as he chuckled darkly as he felt his strength grow yet again. He was stronger now, and soon he opened his hand and blasted off a cero, blowing away a gillian for the fun of it, he had defeated a Bounto, he had slayed a Shinigami, he had even held off that other powerful hollow until he lost eventually. He snickered in happiness at his power that was growing, then he felt it, a second amount of power awakened within him, as if he was holding back some amount of his power, he grinned slowly, that would indeed come in handy one of these days. He thought to himself as he continued to hunt and feed on Gillians Gargantose Gillians, and Adjuchas, the reitsu pouring into him as he got stronger and stronger as time passed.
Eventually the day came however when he bite off more then he could have ever handled. He was in the beach area of karakura feeding off of the hollow and souls that were there, surprisingly some of the souls had learned to fight back fairly well and were a fear sport sometimes, he was however at the time simply eating a little girl, or about too. Finally he got to the point of about to devour the little one, when a massive reitsu appeared nearly right beside him, he had the girl by her throat when suddenly a flash of gold, atop white and black flashed by the girl was gone, so was his tail. He howled in agony and swirled around as blood flew and his tail hit the ground with a wet thud eyes fell upon the Elvalia Hent. He snarled in hatred and eyes went to the crying little girl, he raised his clawed hand, forming a cero he blasted it forward, slamming into Elvalia and the girl, however the Taicho took the blow for the little one. She glared at him and said quietly, coldly, “Leave her out of this, hollow.” He snarled in rage and shot forward to slam a fist into Elvalia’s face, she managed to deflect the attack however it caused the claw to nick the girls cheek wide open, she cried out in pain, and it distracted Elvalia as he blasted a cero strait into her face point blank. She cried out in pain as she went flying backward and before she could react he was right there and his claws raced at her, and she moved, forgetting about the girl that was behind her as his claws stabbed through the girl she cried in agony as she was absorbed into the hollow. He chuckled darkly and turned to see Elvalia … or not, all he saw was his arm go flying to the side, followed by his horn, and then the rest of his tail. He fell to his knees howling in agony as she flickered again, cutting a deep ‘X’ into the hollows lower back as it spun hatred gleaming in his eyes as he blasted her point blank with another cero. Slowly she fell back, and then said softly, “Be judged by the Heavens.” And she was there, slashing him down his mask, shattering it, and purifying his soul. As he realized what was happened and began to disperse into glowing green reitsu and a hell butterfly, his eyes widened … and for one moment he knew exactly all he had done, and tears filled his eyes as he dispersed. “Thank … you …” And so did his soul slowly float off to become a plus, he floated off into Soul Society, cleansed of what he had done, having the love of no memories, and the mercy of it.
[Chapter Three]: Rukongai Life
Gabriel stared upward to the sky quietly off on his own, where was He … he thought quietly to himself as he rubbed his temples and glanced around curiously. He didn’t know who he was … what was going on or what had happened, he was at a complete loss, he slowly sat up and rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced around frowning lightly. “Why’s my head keep throbbing … Itai …” He groans and forced himself to stand as he stumbled a bit, he blinked noticing a blade resting beside him … he felt drawn to it and well, nothing else seemed to be baking much sense. So he reached down and grasped it, lifting it and testing its perfect balance and wait, he wondered who had left such a masterpiece laying around … or maybe it was his and he just couldn’t remember like so many other things …? He sighed, how annoying all this was. He looked around … dressed in rags and with a sword he frowned unsure how to continue from here as he raised the blade and gave a few test swings, well … at least it was a good blade right? He could defend himself at least. He stood up and quietly moved forward toward the sound of the tree’s … just wandering aimlessly through the forest quietly, blade resting on his shoulder in its sheath. Now that he had it he couldn’t help but look at it curiously, for all its elegance and deadly beauty, it was the oddest blade he had ever seen.
The blade itself was in the shape of a long silver and black slightly curved piece of steel, but along the blade was carved designs of pink roses flowing along its edge for blood rivets instead of the normal strait indented lines. The blades hilt itself was an elegant Rose-shape, with the hilt wrap being a bright pink lined with steel and silver stripes of wire that were in the shape of vines. But it was perfectly balanced and shaped for him … the length, curve, and weight all were just right, maybe it was his after all, but he couldn’t help but wonder why he would want a rose blade of all things … for some reason he immediately felt rejection as soon as he thought that, he blinked and tilted his head, eyeing the blade. That was just … odd; it was almost as if that feeling had come from the blade. He shook the thought away and quietly moved forward and adjusted the rags, sighing at the minimal protection, he didn’t like feeling so open to everything. As he wandered around he blinked as he ran into a wall … thunk, he winced and rubbed his head … He frowned, “What the hell … that wasn’t there before …” he said eyeing the tree muttering to himself and he poked the wall, which was in fact a Tree that seemed to have moved … right in front of him.
It growled. He blinked and flailed backwards rapidly … “W-what the hell?!” He said eyeing the … growling tree as it began to shift and move … before slowly rising and towering over the man. His eyes widened slowly and he began to shift back as the giant tree turned and morphed, a shifter hollow though he’d never know at the time, formed from a tree to a hollow. The porcelain mask warped and changed, the hollow hole appeared by its throat, and the claws and fangs grew as the thing took a shape of an almost ghoulish appearance. His eyes widened as it grinned and drooled at him, and then blasted forward its claws elongating and dripping venom, he cried out and raised the blade in confusion as the beast’s claws lashing outward and slammed into the blade sending him flying backwards into a tree. He hacked up blood and stumbled back again as he groaned rubbing the back of his head weakly as he looked up in time to get a hand full of claws raked across his flesh sending him into a tree. He winced and cursed in pain, stumbling a bit as he fell to his knee’s for a moment as he breathed heavily. “D-Damn it …” He muttered in pain as he tried to force himself to his feet, stumbling about for a moment before forcing himself to slowly move forward as his blade raised into a defensive stance … he couldn’t think he was going by pure instinct. His body was not cooperating however … the poison was taking effect and he winced again stumbling about for a moment as he tried to focus his vision.
The beast eyed him a moment before cackling and rushing forward cackling as the claws move to pierce him through … then it blinked as suddenly it saw him behind it instead. He watched the beast spin and attack air and blinked with his blurry vision in confusion … but he knew he had gotten lucky likely, and he lashed out as hard as he could, slamming the blade into the Beasts back as blood flew in all directions and it cried out in agony as its arm fell to the ground and it went skidding forward holding the stump in rage as it eyed him, all hint of mercy and fun gone now. It snarled and shifted as the wound began to seal, but not regrew. He narrowed his eyes and realized he didn’t feel the poison anymore ether … how odd … He heard it then inside his head … “(Let me lead you … I’ll protect you I promise …)” He frowned in confusion and then stared … there was a beautiful woman beside him, halfway see through … her kimono connected to the blade in a ghostly trail … he was sure he should throw the blade away, but his heart cried against it. She shook her head and touched his face gently, “(Trust me … Don’t make me watch you die …)” He watched her fade into the blade and then gripped it tighter, he suddenly trusted her … after all, it was her over the beast. He raised the blade and closed his eyes … letting her lead. She smiled to herself before she focused on the beast as it saw suddenly four of him surround it … and then they all attacked, it panicked unsure what to do in this and tried to leap away, it dodged two a second passed through doing nothing … and then the last drove through its skull. It didn’t even get to cry out in pain as it toppled over and began to disperse into glowing particles … dead.
He fell on his butt, then over onto his side, unconscious from the forced use of his reitsu … she made sure he would live and then quietly closed her eyes in her inner world, he trusted her … he actually trusted her, she’d never been so happy and she smiled to herself patiently … lovingly. He awoke to yells who knows how many hours later, he groaned and opened his eyes his whole body ached form exhaustion and poison, he felt sympathy wash from the blade and smiled weakly … then winced in pain and tried to get his bearings. He looked around quietly and focused on the sounds, they were far off to the side, human by the sound of it, he groaned and pushed himself to his feet forcing himself to move forward, he came upon a small farm with a fire blossoming in the left side barn, and several men with knives and one with a crappy quality katana threatening a small family, an old man, two children and a young woman maybe in her early twenties. A man lay not moving in front of the men and the woman was weeping holding the boy back whom was yelling out for his father to get up, a pool of blood surrounded the body. His guy clenched … and a feeling of rage filled him from himself, and his blade. He ground his teeth and shrugged off the poison … he would ache and cry later, this was utter barbaric cruelty and he wouldn’t stand for it.
He began forward ignoring the pain and didn’t hesitate, he moved right in behind in time for the man to turn with a sneer, and get the hilt of his sword smashed across his temple, dropping him into unconsciousness immediately. The two with knives turned in time to get twin broken wrists and then booted strait into the flames as he growled and they screamed bursting from them and running leaping into the river, not the brightest idea as they were swept away. He kicked the man’s blade to the side and sheathed his rose blade, and looked to the family giving a kind smile. “Are you … alright?” He murmured weakly … and then his body gave out and he fell to the ground to the surprised and fearful yells of the family. He awoke again, this time much less comfortable then before in the soft grass. He was tied down to a bed by leather and rope, his large frame of muscle pinned as he opened his eyes slowly the honey brown melting gaze flowing over the area as he winced a bit. “What the hell … where am I now …?” He muttered to the air … he felt very alone without his blade and he tried to focus in the darkness, he finally saw a young woman, the wife it seemed, leaning against the wall asleep clutching the blade lightly in a lazy grip … unsure and asleep she obviously was no warrior. He also noticed the poison had run its course and he was feeling actually quite healthy … just tied down.
He sighed and leaned into the bed, frowning a bit then focused on the girl examining her quietly now, she was maybe twenty three physically, pale soft skin, pitch black hair that fell down in silky strands naturally strait down her back, a face that seemed to have Asian tints but primarily American it seemed. Her petite frame was lightly muscled but it was the build of a farmer, not a warrior. He sighed and leaned back considering this a moment … he heard the children being watched by the grandfather downstairs, they were asking about their father, he felt his stomach clench again … several hours passed this way and he patiently waited for her to awaken as he lay back calm and content to be tied down, it was only for their own defense he didn’t blame them. He was a random man with a sword that saved them and then fell over half dead in front of them after their husband and father died … he’d likely do the same thing. As he watched the sun rise he looked to her calmly and waited as the sun hit her eyes, she winced and slowly fluttered open, he almost gasped … they were the most incredible eyes he could image, bright yellow with green tints to them they shined like crystals. He was momentarily dazed as her beautiful face finally looked upon him and realized he was awake, the angelic face suddenly furrowed in a deep frown, which made him frown as the sudden mar on her beauty … he much preferred her smiling, her hands clenched his blades hilt tighter. “Who are you?” She asked in a soft spoken, but strong voice, and yet … she seemed so small and alone.
He smiled gently and shrugged … “I don’t know … I cant remember my name …” She frowned at that and seemed a bit off beat, even most criminals tended to give their name if only to mock her. She stared at him in confusion a moment, “Where did you get your wounds …? I treated them but they were terrible … Im surprised you were even alive yet alone moving and fighting still.” He blinked a bit and shrugged again, “Im not … Sure exactly what it was. It was some beast with a porcaline mask that was a tree and tried to eat me … I managed to kill it, barely … but its poison and claws certainly did their work. I thank you for your help.” He smiled calmly and gently to her, she seemed highly confused now. “You … you killed the Forbidden spirit? Truly?” She stared at him in amazement as he nodded with a questioning look, she smiled brightly, “Oh this is wonderful news! I should go tell my Brother at on- …” Suddenly she stopped, and froze … then slowly sat down as she remembered. He realized it hadn’t been her husband, but her brother now … he frowned, he wanted to hold and comfort this poor woman but he was in the issue of being tied down. He watched as she wept silently, hands dropping the blade in what was almost disgust as she sat down, right on the bed, and his feet, he adjusted a bit so she could sit on the bed at least comfortably. “Im Sorry for your loss ... If I had only gotten here sooner maybe …” He murmured softly … trying to talk to her, trying to help her, he wanted to badly to help her.
She sniffled and looked at her, those beautiful eyes filled with tears … he tested his bindings and snapped them easily and slowly sat up rubbing his wrists, she looked taken aback … but didn’t move as she must have realized he meant no harm for her or her family. He gently placed a hand on her slim shoulder, “Is there anything I can do …?” He murmured softly, trying to at least offer his help no matter what the task may be, she shook her head … and suddenly burst into tears and fell into his chest, he stopped short, unable to comprehend that for a moment and awkwardly, but gladly placed his arms around the poor girl comforting her as he rubbed her back gently … feeling awkward at comforting a total stranger, but he knew he wanted to, no, he had too … and he would do what he could to help the family, the brother probably had been their provider, without him the family would fall apart. After a moment she sniffled before slowly drawing away from him … he whipped the tears from her face gently and smiled softly. “Here now … It’l be alright … Promise …” He murmured comfortingly, she shook her head a bit. “How … the children will go hungry … I can’t hunt or fish I don’t even know how to farm more than plant the seeds … Father can’t do it he hasn’t been able to move about for years … What am I going to do …?” She whimpered helplessly and rested her head into her hands.
He frowned a bit and stood up, removing the last of the bindings, then reached down and helped her to her feet, brushing her hair from her face and whipping away from her tears he smiled a bit. “I will stay and help … No one will go hungry, and no bandits will touch you ever again or your family, this I swear to you.” She blinked and stared at him … “But … you don’t even know our names! … Y-you got a welcome by us stealing your only possession and tying you to a bed!” He shrugged a bit, “A good response is you ask me …” He gently took the blade from the floor and strapped it onto his back, “I don’t like seeing you cry or sad … I want to see you smile again like you did for the sun so … I’ll be your sun.” He smiled softly and nodded toward the door, “Shall we?” She smiled weakly … and nodded, leading the way to his new life. As they traveled down through the stairs he examined the house curiously, it was a small cabin it seemed, about four rooms per floor, and three floors. As they got to the bottom he leaned down and examined the area curiously before chuckling a bit to himself and leaning down, so he wouldn’t hit his head as she lead him forward. They went outside to find the children playing in the fields, the grandfather leaning in his chair and glanced over. “I told you he was a fine boy Jira, you should have trusted my Reitsu sensory …” he chuckled a bit and stood up slowly, leaning heavily on his cane and clapping him lightly on his back. “Nice to meet you my boy, I’m Gigiro Komashi … I’ll let my daughter introduce herself and the kiddies …” He let a whistle out and the kids came running up.
She sighed a bit at her Father and poked him playfully into his chair before turning to him, “Im Jirani Komashi, Gig is my father.” She placed a hand on the girls head gently, “This is Sira Komashi, my Niece.” She then placed her other hand on the boys head, “This is Hinsshi Komashi, my Adopted Son.” He chuckled and kneeled down. “Hello Sira, Hinsshi. I’m …” He considered it a moment, then Jira spoke up, “This is Mr. Hinsshi … he shares your name Hinsshi isn’t that neat?” She smiled a bit to her son and he grinned and nodded rapidly, they both clasped their hands and bowed. “Nice to meet you Hinsshi-Kun! Arigatou for saving us from those mean people!” he nodded a bit softly, “Your very welcome … and im honored.” He murmurs looking to Jina with a gently smile, she simply nodded in return with a gently smile touching her lips. “You two run off and play … Mr. Hinsshi will be staying with us, as he doesn’t have anywhere to go … and I think … we … all need him now.” They nodded and ran off waving and giggling to go play. He smiled softly, “Their good children … Though calling me Hinsshi may confuse them, what’s a good last Name?” He looked between them, Gig then smiled weakly … “Niaga … It means Bloom … its my Mother’s name, you’re welcome to it.” He blinked in surprised and smiled once again … “I’m honored, by both of you … thank you.”
Time passed and as it did so did many things … Hinsshi constantly worked to keep them safe, upgrade the farm and provide as much food and resources as they needed. Eventually he began to train with the blade and his hunters bow, the combination was quiet effective and he also found out he was an excellent herbalist and healer to top it off, always a protector and healer, he began to learn different remedies and fixes for anything from a scrape to a broken bone, and saved their lives many times over never asking for anything in return. And all the time he played with the children, talked of old times with Gig until the day he finally passed away in age about thirty years after he had arrived. Hinsshi Niaga began to spend as much time as he could with Jira … and he began to fall in love, unknowing to her already love for him. Many years passed like this and the children had aged a few years physically, and finally … Hinsshi got the courage, he asked her to be his … and she agreed. Never had he ever been so happy in all his life, he had the best of all worlds and they were wed a few years later. Two years later she was heavy with child, his child … and still he loved, spent time with all and the children were filled with energy at possibly having a little brother or sister, as he considered both his adopted children at this point.
Sadly however it was not to last … As she went into labor, Hinsshi was forced to watch both his wife and his unborn child die as her body couldn’t handle it, they both died in childbirth and he was left with nothing but his two children that were not truly his. They were both very strong now and could easily live on their own … he took them to the town and left, his gut clenched as he tucked them into bed a final time … leaving the note with their breakfast and food and supplies he had bought them to last them for nearly a year, after that they would have to fend for themselves. He would regret his decision the rest of his life and never find out he was a grandfather, never find out he was never forgotten and thought dead by his children, and the fact that they truly thought he was their father as they couldn’t remember their real Father. He would never know … and perhaps it was for the best. Hinsshi broken and shattered always kept up a fake smile and happy go lucky attitude, but silently he cursed the world and everything in it. Always carrying that dark seed of hatred in his soul … he always tried to help other’s tried to help them grow strong and true, but no matter the good he did he could never get it from his mind … he had killed those children he knew it, and the guilt tore him apart. Finally he ran into the Shinigami gate guards … the noticed his reitsu and his skill with healing and reitsu though he didn’t know Kidou yet, and they asked him to join the academy. He did … and his story began anew, but always was that seed of guilt and hatred inside him … it would never go away. Rules Password: Still a WIP, Not to be Inserted Yet
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Darkness settled over the land of Water, it was a peaceful night of the soft sound of trickling water and crickets cheeping their songs across the expanses of the island. The small fishing village held the man who stood in thick robes a low hood over his face as his eyes scanned the area quietly, he then flickered from existence reappearing standing there on the top of one of the buildings with a blank expression across his face. Danku Kaguya looked at the village he had been sent to massacre calmly, his own story was for another time, how he had survived the massacre had always been a mystery to all, but he did, and noone complain inside Kirigakure no Sato ... afterall, he was one of the strongest Jounin they now had. But there was a problem this time ... this was -his- village ... his home outisde of Kirigakure no Sato ... his Wife, his unborn child where here ... so he was faced with a problem, many in the village indeed resisted the shinobi from Kirigakure, however only because they were rude and barbaric to the small village's inhabitants. Danku sighed, but he had to follow order's ... but he wouldn't kill his wife and child, he flickered down and got to his door, knocking on it he waited for his wife to open it when she finally did he quickly came in and explained, he then told her to leave quickly while he started on the other side of the village ... she knew the risks of marrying a Kirigakure Shinobi, Especially a Jounin Kaguya, so she did not hesitate, she left quickly, as quickly as she could being pregnant, seven months in for that matter, so not very fast. He then flashes forward and rams a his hand through a neighbor's doorway crushing it easily as he calmly steps through the doorway as screams come from upstairs.
Danku remained emotionless as he calmly walked up the steps, the father stumbled down the steps barely awake to see hsi friend, he opened his mouth to ask what was wrong and blinked as he walked right past him ... then fell to the ground without a sound ... accept only half of him fell, his legs and lower torso stayed standing for about ten seconds ... then it fell. Danku continued to walk up the staircase calmly, the blood trickled down the stairs as the mother stood on the top of the staircase eyes wide staring at him in Horror. "D-Danku what are ... yo-" She never finished it he walked past her and her head fell down the stairs as the body fell to the floor with a clunk and a sickening squirting sound as the blood covered the floor seeping through the cracks and carpeting. There were three children a teenager and two babies, twins left to exterminate. He walked calmly through the rooms eyes cold and merciless, he had done jobs like this hundreds of times after all. He finally entered the last room and met a barrage of shurrican and kunai blasting at him from all angles from hundreds of traps the kid had set, the teen in question stood in-front of the cradle with a kunai and a windmill shurrican eyes widened in fear as eh watched the traps simply ping off his body and fly off uselessly. "Kunai dont work on a Kaguya who has mastered his bloodline kid." He said simply and walked forward before spinning and slamming his heel into the kid shattering the windmill shurrican immediately and then facing a barrage of attacks to fast for him to even see, the body fell, split into hundreds of pieces and he steps over the gore to the crying babies. He raised the blade and dealt the final blows, an hour later the village lay dead at his feet, he was not without regret however ... he let the bloody bones flow back into his arms before turning quietly and hand signing several times. "Katon ... Grand Fireball no Jutsu ..." And with a massive explosion of heat and flames the village was decimated, he closed hsi eyes taking in a breath and then turned calmly moving tword Kirigakure, his job done, having no clue as his wife was tracked down, and captured by two ANBU.
Danku finally made it back to Kirigakure and was welcomed by three ANBU who bowed to their captain and led him to the Mizukage's personal office he calmly bowed before rising again and awaiting his order's quietly. He frowned at the Kaguya, "Is it done Danku ...?" Danku simply nodded and bowed thinking that was all that needed said, but the Mizukage raised a hand. "One moment ... you slipped up just slightly a woman got away, likely slip through the back while you were killing someone. People have accused you of begin a Traitor ... so I just ask you to prove them wrong and do the Finishing blow so we can all go to Bed, Danku." He waved a hand boredly watching him calmly as the ANBU brought in his wife, his eyes twitched ... the first sign of emotion he had show and the Mizukage's eyebrows raised curiously. "I cannot." He said simply ... the Mizukage sighed, "I didn't think so ..." He flicked his wrist and before Danku could move his wife's head fell tot eh floor and her blood hit his face ... he could do nothing but stand there, starring into her lifeless eyes as the life died inside her ... with her, his unborn child ... murdered. He stood quietly a moment, then the Mizukage said coldly, "Handcuff and Seal him ... his punishment will come shortly." The Ten ANBU stepped forward calmly raising their hands to do as ordered ... Danku simply raised his hands and began rapidly hand-sealing stopping on the last one. "Katon ... Supernova ..." He murmured softly and all their eyes widened hugely as the Light and fire elements were combined the ground and building began to shiver and shake and he opened his eyes now filled with bloodlust and hate. "Die ... all of ... you ..." He murmured as the entire building suddenly melted becoming nothing but a boiling raging field of lava, burning sunlight and flames the ANBU fell, immediately dieing and melting away int eh flames as the Mizukage cursed and hand-signed rapidly taking a huge intake of breath "Suiton ... Bursting Water Collision Waves Jutsu ...!" The Water washed forward enveloping the flames and steam filled the area completely as the Mizukage building clasped on itself both flashed backward the Mizukage smoking and burned, Danku bruised and spitting water to the side.
It took him a matter of hours ... he had to constantly beat back ANBU and Jounin, Chunin even as he rushed through the village constantly avoiding the Mizukage so as to avoid epic battles he could get tied up in. He cursed and finally saw the gate, closed ... son of a Biiiiiiitch, just his damn luck! These bastards took his family, now they wanted him! He snarled and Closed his eyes cursing in pain as black tattoo's flooded his body ... his cursemark activating as his left arm became completely formed into second stage the rest staying in first he hadn't mastered it enough yet after all to enter second stage and keep his control. The guards eyes widened as a massive spike of bone formed and he drew it back ... SLAM!! One strike, the gate cracked, Second strike, the Gate Caved, third Strike!! It blew out of the sockets the massive double gate of titanium chakra steel flying through the air as Danku took a breath and flashed out of the Village rushing through water counter as the cursemark slowly surged back into his body closing an eye panting heavily as he rushed forward. Finally ... he fell into a cave panting heavily, a few footsteps nearby but never close enough to matter, he was safe for now ... so he ca lapsed and refusing to cry, but needing rest he lay there tears streaming down his face but that was it as he refused to make a noise, he was alone ... just like with his clan, he was alone. He clenched his fist, his unborn child ... dead, his wife, dead. His head fell into his palms and he just say there shaking, he was done ... he could no longer go on ... there was nothing left, but he couldn't die ... not yet. He had to make his way away form here ... but when he found what he was looking for, he was going to let himself die, that ... was that.
He finally awoke his eyes dry and red dehydrated blood covered and weak he fell into the river coughing weakly as it carried him slowly downstream his endurance allowing him to shrug off rapids easily as he flew down the streams. He Opened his eyes slowly when he realized he was finally at the outskirts, clean but now in torn up clothing he was hydrated again as well ... but starving, knowing he had to eat to keep going he went diving in the river that had been his transportation, easily catching a few fish he decapitated, gutted, and cleaned them and just ate the salmon raw like Sushi. He made sure to eat the bones as well for the calcium, wishing he had some milk but it would have to do. He popped one of hsi few calcium pills to help and stood weakly as he slowly walked forward and headed tword the docks, he quickly stole some new commoners cloths, as well as putting some makeup on to cover the dot son his head and tattoo's, he then greased up his normally neat locks and dyed it in fruit juice to turn it bright red he added more grease and dirt turning it a dirty bronze color and then fit right in. He played the role of a hunter from the lands of Water and got a ticket on a boat to head across the sea, always depressed and quite he didn't bother lining, saying he had lost hsi wife and unborn children the topic never came up again they were good people. He walked quietly along the boat as the days passed, eventually they got to their destination after a few long days, Fire Country. The Hustling docks here were far larger and nicer then the ones in Water Country he blinked and stepped off admiring the exotic view of the new tree's and people and culture from the vendor's. He finally took to a path following the crowd ended up in Konoha, one of the most un-hidden of the hidden villages it seemed. He blinked as he was easily able to buy himself a small apartment, and made a living there for two years staying undercover as a hunter and fisherman for the village selling his food and found he was an excellent chef as well as hunter, he actually began to forget about his troubled past and even started to believe maybe he could start a new life though his wife and child were never far from his mind, because of this ... he could never truly be happy so it never went anywhere with the flirting, leaving alot of broken hearts.
Danku was out checking his stock one day, when he heard the familiar steps, soft and subtle to the sides, Shinboi steps ... ANBU steps. He frowned pretending not to notice as he continued counting stock. Then a man came up in plain view in Jounin gear and said curiously, "Sir do you happen to have any fresh Salmon today? I have a Dinner planned and want to Surprise my Wife." With a grin. Danku smiled softly and nodded moving to his fish storage inside the building, immediately he was pinned against a wall three kunai at his throat by three ANBU the Jounin walked in calmly. "We have information saying you are infact a Missing Shinobi ... now things can go good or bad for you here ... Two years and you have not once harmed anyone, thats good on your record. But we are going to be researching, if you have anything bad in your past, now's the time to say it." Danku knew it wouldn't work ... he was going to be jailed until they figured out who he was, and then he'd be killed, or turned in to Kirigakure. He grinned, "Kaguya ... Danku ... S+ Rank Missing Shinobi ... X-ANBU Taicho ... X-Jounin ... X-Seven Swordsman of Kirigakure no Sato ... And your all ... Ganna die." He then poofed melting into milk, a water clone! The Jounins eyes widened and he spun around ... to late, there he was in the middle of the street hand-signing rapidly. People screamed and scattered as he slammed his hand onto the ground and narrowed his eyes. "Kuchiyose no Jutsu ... Gran Guard Daijoukai!" A massive explosion of wind and flames before there stood a massive dragon of pure black, crimson eyes glowing, the Rank four summon looking up slowly at him, "Danku ... what'v you gotten yourself into ..." He grinned a bit, "Gomen gomen ... I'll tell you later ... for now get us out of here ne?" The dragon snorted but obliged, shooting into the sky leaving the village scrambling and screaming as he shot off across the continent, soon landing in the deeper Forrest of Fire Country west, he landed. Danku explained all that had happened and the dragon, sighing proofed to take the information to the rest of the royal family.
Danku quietly made his way through Rain country Warily, this was not a place he could slip up, even he would have trouble against the Akatsuki ... He warily moved forward before he made his way to the edge of it to wind country, thankfully eh avoided any conflict before he made his entrance into Sunagakure. No longer did eh have his disguise up it was pointless now, Sunagakure was his last hope. He slowly moved through the desert the sun blaring down on him as he moved forward slowly and quietly, before long he made his way to the center of the desert, a Woman was sitting by the road taking a break from walking a tight fitting outfit wrapped around her showing off her curves, he was now about twenty seven, and slowly walked forward curious ... he then stopped and stared. The Woman had horns ... and a demonic tail wrapped around her ankles from her rear, claws adorned her fingertips and toes, and fangs tips hinted from between her lush lips. She slowly looked over blinking some nad her head tilted taking him in as well, she looked around twenty, possibly a bit older. He raised a brow and walked over curiously. "Are you alright miss ...?" He aksed, curious but not bothered he had seen far worse and knew not to judge by looks. She blinked, looking surprised, and examined him again. "No no ... Im fine ..." Her head tilted and she watched him a moment opening her mouth to ask something, when a kunai flashed through the air to slam strait into her throat ... but Danku was faster he easily placed himself between her and it, it dinged off his back and then a massive explosion as the tag blew up ... not even hurting him as he covered her with hsi body. "Someone's a bit angry with you it seems." He murmured with a chuckle at her wide eyes, he couldn't help himself and kissed her forehead fleetingly. "Give me a moment hmm Lovely, then we can continue our conversation."
He turned and looked forward, there was about ten of them in a semi-circle in front of him and around them. All wore Iwagakure headbands ... a raid on Suna perhaps? Who knows. He shrugged out of his top rob letting it fall along his legs. "I will give you ten seconds to run ..." They laughed and shot forward as one ... then he realized it when he kicked one into five others and they all exploded into smoke, kage bunshin's. They backed up as six of them went down in one shot, re-evaluating their target as they all hurled a barrage of kunai and shurrican, all ending with two windmill shurrican at him. He raised a brow and flickers his wrist, quickly parrying every single one so they were sent flying in all directions and he smoothly flickered reappearing in-front of them aiming seven fast stabs, three more poofs, and a cry of pain as the last one was stabbed twice in hsi chest by the bone blade and sent flying backwards. He landed with a grunt and then there was a click, cursing he turned in time to see a barrage of Senbon flying at the girl ... he bit his thumb and slammed it down. "Kuchiyose no Jutsu ... Queen Hasakimoko!!" BOOM! a massive blast of air and smoke as the senbon bounced off the hide of the dragon queen she towered above them all, the now terrified girl between her limbs. "Hasakimoko! Protect her, please! I'll have my hands full!" She humphed ... but nodded and her wings unfolded becoming a partial barrier of scales, the tail wrapping around as well as she growled out loudly causing the new arrivals to back up, five more stabs and the Iwa was dead he flickered over and examined his new foes. The seven Shinobi left grinned ... and several Dojutsu activated, he cursed and bit his finger again ... three more blasts ... and he opened hsi eyes slowly ... sage chakra flowing around him, his eyes now dragonic ... a perfected dragon sage mode around his body. Ten hours later ... there were several poofs as the Dragon King, Queen, and Royal Guard fell ... leaving only one half dead Fujiwara S-Rank, and a half Dead Perfect Sage-Mode Danku left there, panting heavily. His sage mode almost up, he ground his teeth and rapidly hand signed before he used the last of his chakra and with a massive explosion he murmured softly, "Raiton ... Sky Gods Judgment Jutsu ..." The mans eyes widened huge and slowly looked up as Danku raised his palm, hsi sage mode gone in a flash of chakra use and then ... the massive lighting bolt slammed into the Fujiwara ... burning him to a black husk that fell over to dust ... Danku fell to hsi knee's panting heavily bleeding in multiple wounds, his chakra dieing low as he coughed up blood weakly. "D-Damn it ..." He fell over, unconscious only hoping her managed to protect the poor girl.
Keisha Takamira has never been so terrified and amazed before ... a Sage, just ... a random sage, the -Dragon- sage none the less! Had just appeared and saved her!! Using S-ranks she'd never heard of, wielding summons, powers and jutsu she'd never though possible even for a Kekkai Genkai wielder! And then he took them all down ... but he finally fell, she squeaked and shot forward frowning she quickly picked the poor man up and checked if he was alive, she breathed a sigh of relief that he was! She quickly took him and brought him to Suna, explaining what had happened ANBU were sent out, and eh was well cared for. Now things happen its life, and as time passed they spent more and more time, he was promoted to Jounin of Sunagakure and soon after several years she became pregnant. He retired at the age of thirty to spend time with his new family and as the eight months neared she began to get sick ... the child, a child of two of the most powerful Kekkai Genkai in the world ... was feeding off her lifeforce three times as much as should have been given. Their head medic, Haniona Callin did all she could, but in the end it was just ... useless, she couldn't manage to get it to work correctly no matter what she did ... the girl was going to die. The day the child was born, and her last words were Danku's name ... his heart could not take another death, he never saw the childs face, unable to face it he told the Kazekage to give him to a family that would love him and raise him right but to watch him ... or the boy would make hsi fathers mistakes. The Kazekage agreed, she trusted this man and trusted his son when he would get older. She decided to not allow him to join the Academy until the age of fourteen, and when that time came they would see what would happen. His father was never found after the night of the child's birth ... there is not even a marker in the village to mark him or his wife, the freak of Sunagakure, and the Dragon Sage that died of a Broken heart were never heard from again ... and their legacy never found out about his parents or his heritage the right way.
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As time passed for the young boy his chakra grew more and more, he was being raised by his new parents and had no clue of his true heritage. There was no evidence of the childs bloodline besides abnormal endurance and speed, but that could be of ether bloodline with his rapid healing when he got hurt. He sighed as he slowly opened his eyes in his small home with his parents, he was six now and starting to understand the world. He hopped out of bed giggling a she tripped don his face and then wincing rubbing his forehead, “Owey T.T” He muttered hopping up to his feet and yanking some cloth’s sprinting out of the room with feet to big for himself as he stumbled and fell down the stairs with a loud bang and crash as a vase crashed against his head “Itaaaaaaiii … ~ @_@;;” He whined out flopping back dazed against the wall. His older brother, now about twelve walked down the start calmly, gave him a good kick, and wandered into the kitchen. “Dumbshit … watch where your walking.” He didn’t even feel the kick but pouted that it had been done anyway. Finally his mother came out and blinked, sighing, “Hoshi did you trip again … are you hurt?” He knelt down brushing the bits of vase off the small black haired boy, who shook his head, “Im fine moma! ^^ I just tripped agin.~ Gomenasai about the vase … >.<” She smiled and patted his head, helping him up. “It’s okey I’ll clean it up, go wash up and come eat.” He nodded and shot up the stair’s to the bathroom, so was this the usual morning in the Zanko household, she never understood why they kept putting things breakable at the bottom of the stair’s. She sighed smiling softly and knelt down sweeping all the broken bits into a pan and tossing it away with the rest of the vase then went to make breakfast.
Eventually he meandered back downstair’s looking around curiously to find milk and pancakes with bacon waiting for him, “O.O ‘Tank you moma!!” He shot into the chair and started to devour the food at high-speed, the child having a abnormally giant hunger he could out eat Akimichi if he truly tried likely, if it was food he liked anyway. He Nommed on it all and sucked down the milk before hopping to his feet giggling, “Im’a go and trainz!” She smiled and wiped off his mouth taking his dish and nodding, “Go with your brother and be safe, nothing silly like last time!” She patted their heads and his brother sighed before leading off hands still in his pockets, Hoshi looked at him in awe, his brother was known as Jinshiko Zanko, or “Suna’s Midnight Flash” He was only twelve and already an A-Rank Shinobi, possibly the fastest Jounin of Suna at the time he was a ANBU Captain, and had even developed his own technique to allow him to easily take on Shinobi with Kekkai Genkai easily. His Brother was his Idol, but he didn’t care … to Jinshiko, Hoshi was a nuisance that never should have joined the family. He lead them to the Training area and turned on his heel, “You have five minutes to prepare and then we begin.” Hoshi nodded and started to tighten up his sandals and armor plate son his skins and forearms, adjusted his small dagger and then shifted his stance into a weak tiajutsu stance. “Disgusting stance, left foot farther in, tilt your right foot at a better angle, shift your torso down seven degree’s …” and so it went on and on, countless instructions and barraging nearly an hour of insults before he had it right, then the actual training began. One movement and Hoshi was sent slamming into the sand. “Again.” Is all his brother said to the whimpering boy. This went on for many hours before it hit afternoon, and he turned leaving the panting whimpering boy laying in the sand crying softly from how much he hurt.
Eventually Hoshi managed to stand up covered in bruises and head home for dinner, his stomach grumbled as he walked into the warm house. His mother gasped and come over, taking his chin tabbing at the bad bruises that didn’t really hurt anymore, “H-Hoshi … who did this to you?” She said, his father walked in, eyed the even bruising, and growled, then stomped up the stair’s yelling out “Jinshiko Himura Zanko!!!” His mother sighed making the connection and gently dabbed at his cuts and bruises before wrapping him up like a mummy in bandages as the yells filled upstairs’ … this was the other daily ritual, why did his brother hate him so much … Eventually he sighed and stood up, it was dark out now and he was taken care of and already mostly healed, he’d be unharmed by tomorrow morning he liked how he healed so fast. He went to bed with a plop to start a new day tomorrow at dawn so the rituals would start all over again. Eventually he awoke the next morning to a cold dark room … Moma hadn’t lit the candles, weird. He hopped up and went to the bathroom, scrubbing himself clean before he meandered into his room, lighting the candles to cast a gloomy shadow across the room, he felt uneasy for some reason, Moma always lit the candles … and he couldn’t smell cooking … slipping on his cloths and peaked over the stair’s, it all looked normal, but again nothing was lit. Eventually he kept down the stairs blinking before he managed to touch the ground with his foot looking around nervously, “M-moma …?” He whispered as he wandered through the house … no one was here … what was going on … He started to get scared now and started to jog … then run … nothing … shadows, darkness, the smell of rus- … He stopped looking around slowly. Rust …? Rust meant blood … Blood … BLOOD?! He cried out and rushed tword the source to the closet … he looked down, seeping from under the door was a pool of half dried blood maybe a few hours old.
Hoshi stared as he reached outward hand shaking to open the closet door, just as his Hand was about to make contact a slim hand he knew so well from its pummeling grabbed his Wrist. "No. Don't." His Brother whispered eyes Rolling Tears down his Face, "I Cant bear to see it again ... we Have to get out of here Hoshi, Now." He murmured, but Hoshi only Heard one thing ... "Again ...?" He murmured softly ... Then his mind went into overdrive, and came to the wrong conclusion. "You ... Killed ... Momma and Daddy ...?" He murmurs Softly, an almost Demonic hiss rising from his mouth. His brother blinked and stared at him in confusion, "W-what? ... No! I would never! They wer-GAH!" He let out a Scream of pain and suddenly His arm snapped as Hoshi grabbed it fangs glinting as his Crimson eyes stared with utter hatred up to his brother. "Why ... Why ... Why ... They loved you ... they loved m- ..." His eyes Widened even further, "You killed ... them because they loved me ...?" He murmurs softly, He didnt notice the black shadow of a man slip out of the Widow, All he knew was his brother had killed his own Family, Killed HIS Family. "Y-you ... MONSTER!" He screamed before his brother could even speak, pure rage overtook the boy, a Demonic Pressense flowed over his body, and his bones cracked and popped, elongating slowly into harder, lighter bones ... as they suddenly burst from his wrists, pulsating Demonic Bones. He Cries out in pain an Utter hatred, attacking his Brother who's eyes widened. "Kekkai ... Genkai ..." He murmurs softly, before the Blade Sunk into his leg, he hacked up blood. "Damn it! .. Hoshi ... even .. if you kill me ... -RUN- ..." He murmurs Hoshi's eyes widened, then he Cries in Rage. "BRING MOMA BACK!" And the blades Rose and Fell, his Brother gave a soft smile and Hugged him ... Driving the blades into himself. "I'm sorry ... I was such a terrible brother ... Run ... Ho ... shi ..." He murmured, and his head rolled back as he died, tears rolling down his Cheeks.
Hoshi lay there several minutes ... Panting softly staring at his Brothers face in Death. He killed him, he killed his own brother. He began to shiver slowly, wrapping his arms around himself, just in time to feel three Kunai dink off his suddenly incredible endurance Body structure. His brother's words flashed through his mind, "No ... I didnt ... Run Ho ... Shi ..." All of them jumbled together as his eyes widened. He had killed his brother for no reason, awakened something dark inside him ... his hair change and altered, his body shivered in shock ... Their dead. Their all Dead. Everything he loved is dead. Theres another kunai to his skull. .. he slowly looked back to the man who has killed his Parents. "You ..." He murmurs softly .... Opening his hand, a Bone blade slowly sank out of his wrist ... before he flashed forward and attacked, screaming in rage the boys speed and movements were supernatural, blades sinking deep into the Man over and over and over until he is sent flying backwards and slams into the wall, bleeding from hundreds of wounds ... as he slowly fell, He shivered ... and lashed his hands outward, ten spikes of bone shot out, slamming into him and impaling him tot eh wall. His parents were avenged .... He fell to his Knee's, as the blood rolled down his body and over the floor ... He let out a sickening cry of a Dieing animal that echoed across the entire Village, He slowly stood ... he had to do his Brother's Final Wish ... So he Ran. He leapt from the window still dripping blood and shot off ... He had to get out, they'd blame him, they'd kill him!! He weaped silently as he somersaulted over the wall, landing in the unforgiving sands of the Desert.
As Hoshi went into the Desert, He was Met with harsh Reality, He had no Home ... No Family, and Noone to Care for him, he had to grow up, he Had to get strong, Or he was going to Die. He went through living hell for months. barely surviving only his Kaguya BLood kept him alive, he lived on Scorpions and insect he managed to find. However slowly, he Began to adapt ... he Began to realize the Watering sources, the Cactus, the animals that could be Hunted. He began to find the Beauty of the Harsh climate that is the Desert, after a Month ... He had become known as the Dune walker of Wind Country, Always wrapped up completely in Dark Tan Cloth to blend into the desert, Hoshi lost himself to Instinct for a long time managing to Build a Underground hut and Live there for many years, he Finally turned Thirteen and Got a control over his life, he Carved bowls and Utensils, and Began trading with Merchants for more Civilized things like a Batterer-Powered Fridge, even a Bed He managed to make with new Supplies. He lived well, and after a Long time it all payed off as he Began to grow and Become what He was Meant to be, a Strong Warrior, and a Desert Survivor like his Father had Been before him. Hoshi spent all his Time training or Hunting and Sleeping, his Skills grew increasing strong and combined with his Kekkai Genkai his skill was Undeniable. He had become a Master of Speed, and even began to dip into the Control of his Bones. He faught against the Coyote and massive scorpions, developing a Natural Endurance against their Venom after several years, he was known to save travelers from the Monster Massive Scorpions that Roamed the Desert. He Became fast enough, to even keep up with Jounin. However, he was goofy ... he had gotten his mind back, and he was a total goofball as he zipped, he'd often just trip for the fun of falling and reminding himself he had his Limits. Years passed ... and Hoshi Knew the Day was Coming he would ahve to Return to Sunagakure, he had to Follow through with his Parents wishes. And Two Years later ... He did.
Hoshi sighed as he slowly looked up at the ceiling of his small underground borrow/house, it could barely be called ether. He was fifteen now, today … but unlike some children birthdays meant nothing to him, he hadn’t had a party or any reason to look forward to it for many years. He sighed and stretched shaking off such thoughts and hopped up onto his feet his chakra rolling through him as he meandered to the small battery-powered fridge in his room, kneeling down and Opening it he sighed before pulling out a gallon of milk and just drinking strait from it, not like anyone else lived here after all. Swishing it around he chugged a bit more before meandering to the small cupboard he had to make himself, so it was ragtag, he opened it up and pulled out a small carved wooden bowl and cereal box. He poured both cereal and milk into the bowl at once with a lot of splashing and moved to the small mattress he had, plopping down and eating it without a spoon messily. He grunted and hopped to his feet, his eyes flowing around him till he located the door and yanked on some cloths, fairing ration energy around him so it cleaned his skin, burning him he winced but meh no biggy. He yoinked on his cloths and dug in his feels shooting forward to head to suna in a blur of speed behind him.
After making it he skidded to the academy leaving a dust cloud settling over the other students who gagged and waved their hands staring at him with a ‘wtf’ expression. He waved to them with a happy grin and gave his name to the blinking instructor, Hopping into line he started to bounce on his feet boredly. With a cough the instructor returned to his paper’s, “Right then, you are hereby entered into the Sunagakure academy, if you take this seriously, and understand what it means to be a true Shinobi I’m sure you will all turn into great Shinobi. If you don’t think this life is for you no one will force you to stay. Now, please follow me.” He turned on his heel and all the younger kids followed after him, Hoshi bouncing on his toes as he followed in last. The first day was an easy one, they went strait to basics , a pretest for their skills, starting with … paperwork, Hoshi sweatdropped, he couldn’t read. Immediately he was signed up for extra classes as the instructor sighed, exempting him from the written pretest. A younger boy smirked at the black haired boy cockily, he waved back cheerily, causing the boy to glare in annoyance. Soon came the Ninjutsu test, all were tested for such basic as chakra control that was it. Hoshi listened and was just puzzled, chakra control, what? He tried and well … nothing at all happened. This time the instructor frowned and marked a big F on his paper, pretest wasn’t going so well thus far. Again the boy smirked as he easily got it done in seconds.
Realizing he had a lot of work ahead of him he stood tall, refusing to feel shame! They were broken into pairs, and ironically he was paired with the boy, a few of the older thirteen and fourteen year old girls kept giving him dreamy eyes, causing him to sweatdrop, he never understood his body and how much it would attract other’s, perfect physique however does that he would learn later. They then were tested for Genjutsu … he told them to focus their mind out … try to prod eachother’s but that’s it using chakra to control it. He tilted his head and closed his eyes … trying to feel out … imaging the chakra like water a sit moved through him to the boys mind, and blinked a she felt something … raising a brow he tried again and once again he touched his mind, the boy had a sort of dazed look on his face and Hoshi headtilted, watching a moment before shrugging as the Instructor gave him a firm nod of approval, writing in a B on Genjutsu Chakra control. He grinned, hey maybe was wasn’t a total failure! And then the final test, the cocky boy still looked smug as he wandered into the gym. The instructor nodded to all of them and motioned to the area, punching bags and a area course … blunt wooden spikes that would still hurt a lot, wooden kunai traps, ninja wire, and fake tags. “You must make your way through this as if it were all real, alive, so to speak, go into alphabetic order and begin one at a time.” Thanks to his name, Hoshi was stuck in the rough front and watched as the cocky boy, Amashi, run through it smirking with a fair amount of skill but nothing glamorous by any means, he got a C, above average.
It didn’t take long before it was his turn, they all seemed so slow to him, he frowned and shrugged looking to the instructor, he clicked the watch … “Go!” Peirceum!!! He disappeared, even the instructor couldn’t keep up, all the other kids jaws dropped staring in amazement as the boy blasted forward flying over traps punching a hole through the incoming wooden logs breaking them in half, spinning and slamming his elbow into a tree sending it somersaulting backwards as he skidded again and launched himself forward once again. In three seconds he landed on the end of the course, no tags had been set off, all the traps shattered and none having hit their mark even with a skim, he dusted himself off and looked back looking for approval to the instructor who was staring at him in utter amazement. He got uneasy with everyone staring at him, even the boys smirk was gone, jaw on the floor pretty much. “N-nani? >.<;;” was all he said before several girls swooned, his abb’s and chest showing from his rapid movement, the instructor coughed boys glared jealously, and he was written with a “A+++” and Below it, “Possibly Special Jounin Level …” He blinked and shrugged some hopping off to his spot again as he popped his shoulder’s some before flipping up and moving to his spot watching the other’s go, feeling stupid after such a show of physical power’s, so did he get his nickname as one of the cuter girls but more reserved said, “I like you Usagi-Kun … you make the other boy look dumb! ^.^” He blinked and coughed blushing some, “A-Arigatou …”
It had been a month but Hoshi couldn’t get his chakra control down, gym and any physical techniques he mastered easily, that chakra control was just natural to him, Genjutsu he was above average with, but Ninjutsu … damn he just couldn’t mold it beyond simple ration bursts. Finally his sensei decided to try and teach him a mixture of Taijutsu and Ninjutsu in hope to help him get the hang of it, chakra focus: legs, would increase his speed greatly if he could manage it. He blinked and deicded, hell, why not? The instructor took him to the gym and said, “Alright … its pretty simple, focus your chakra into you rleg muscles, force it to mold into pure energy and speed for your muscles to feed off of and grow.” Hoshi nodded, “Haaai!~” He clasped his hands and closed his eyes, focusing quietly … the chakra flowed into his legs and he grinned but … he couldn’t stop it, and it started hurting, “E-er sensei … my legs … hurt …” He frowned and walked over placing a hand on the muscle three times its normal size and cursed, “Cut the flow Rabbit! Stop!” But he couldn’t and it was –really- hurting now, he was whimpering and then … a sickening noise of a muscle ripping as his skin turned red underneath and he cried out falling to his knee’s, his leg muscles … his legs … the pain … He blacked out he had never felt something so agonizing. When he finally awoke he saw a beautiful face gazing into his, angelic and tanned silver white hair falling close to his, the smell of vanilla and flowers falling voer him … an angel …? He blinked, no, he couldn’t die from a leg injury could he …? Wait. .. His legs!! “He immediately opened his eyes wide and shot up, almost headbutting the beautiful woman who got back just in time, ‘eeping’ he stared at his legs, they looked completely fine but there was blood around him on the floor there was a crowd of students around him and he blinked, “Ano …” The instructor fwapped him, “No more Ninjutsu!” He winced and nodded, though eventually … he managed it and many more A and D-ranks, but that was his limit, the Beautiful woman was Seo Inka … and he had been hit by his first crush, he didn’t care about her body though that was incredible … no, it was her eyes … he daydreamed about them constantly … that angelic face and perfect skin.
It had been five months since Hoshi had joined the academy and he was already time to graduate, he was about to set the record having mastered all the E and D-ranks available to a Academy students with the help of M-Sensei, Seo-Chan, and Riku-San. He had finally gotten to the point he could mature and keep on growing, Seo smiled as she produced the headband after his exams he passed flawlessly, handing it to him and he gave her a grin blushing lightly as he always did with her near. Hyobe became his Jounin … he had a squad, he had a life again, and people cared about him once more … for once in a very long time, he felt like he was loved, like he had friends. Hyobe-Sama was strict but he wanted to help him grow … Seo-Chan was loving and a tease, and he knew he shouldn’t like her but couldn’t help himself, Riku-San was a good sensei and a rough friend, and Chigestsu-kun was a good friend and sparing buddy, and he had a rival! Aoki-San was strong as hell, and he wouldn’t give up till he beat him! So did his new life start … he was a Shinobi of Sunagakure, and no way would he loose the people he cared about this time around!
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Three Years Later ... Hoshi quietly stood on the Rock spire in the training area rubbing the back of his neck with a Frown. He was a Chunin now Huh … step closer to his Goals he Supposed, but he wasn’t sure if eh was ready for that level of responsibility … and a squad already too. He sighed and rubbed his temples, the Raikage promoted him because they needed more Chunin and higher ranks, and he was strong enough, That’s what he was told at least … so he was chosen because he had to be chosen … He winced at that thought. “Then … I have to make them want me in their Ranks.” He murmured and his crimson eyes went to the sky, he launched himself off the rock … he had to be faster … stronger … endure more. He formed the demonic rune covered bone blades as his ring glowed softly and launched himself forward, flipping off the rock spire blades in hand he stomped the button the light flickered and the other normal Chunin he had asked to come help him formed from the shadows launching a five-prong attack. He frowned and flickered around one feet sliding as he spins his blades rapidly jabbing across the ones back sending him hurling forward as blood leaked from the holes in his Chunin vest. The Female he dodges spun hurling three kunai at him, he spun as his bones lashed out sending the weapons flying in all directions as he launched himself forward to counterattack- FWAM! He got a sidekick to the face, he had forgotten about the other three, he cursed his stupid move as he flipped in the air landing with a skid, no bruise even formed but the fact was the Chunin landed a kick … he couldn’t allow that damn it!
He shifted his feet apart before he blasted forward once again keeping ears on three eyes on two as he flipped over their attacks, spun around their kicks and countered with deadly accuracy. Soon He skidded back again leaving two on their knee’s and three sporting some nice wounds and bruises. He spun and lashed out his arms as three shurricans of bone hurled forward thudding into the Chunin charging at him he grunted and fell on his face the silver glow under his eyes dimming and going out, his Dokugan sealing under unconsciousness. He flashed forward to get a suckerpunch uppercut sending him flying in the air … but he narrowed his eyes, jumping at the last second and the punch just fly’s past his face as he lands and the blades lash out once again. “To slow!” He growled out as the demonic bloody bone blades slashed through the Chunin’s armor of stone and send him blasting backward slamming through a rock spire. He spun on his heel his weapons shifting again as he lowered their points to the ground before he focused and lightning snapped out surrounding the blades as he grinned at the remaining three they weakly stood up and formed into a new formation. He chuckled some but wouldn’t take them lightly he shifted his stance again and moved into the counter stance, narrowing his eyes and waiting. The Opponents shot forward and spun lashing out, he spun reading their movements as time seemed to slow around him, ”Sands … of Time.”
He wielded the Suna technique perfectly, both blades lashing out and all three dropped down, completely Ko’d and unable to move. He breathed a bit heavily as the bones flowed back into his arms and he slowly looked back, watching the medical team go and repair the damage he did and take them away to the Hospital, he didn’t even have to regenerate … he rubbed his skin where the sucker punch almost hit. He was slow still … he should have seen that and dodged it. He sighed, He had a lot to improve on … but that just meant he had to do this Daily, Seo, M, and Netsuki may be dead … but there were plenty more he still wanted to completely whipe off the face of the earth … but not just that, he had another reason to get strong after all. “… Eiko’Chan.” He murmured softly to himself and stretched before going to get his normal milk and calcium enhanced breakfast. After reaching the breakfast area he sighs rubbing the back of his neck before plopping down and ordering his usual. The man was used to the kaguya by now and easily wandered over and gave him the food. He bowed his head and handed him the ryo before breaking his chopsticks and chomping down, He quietly ate as he thought about it. His Speed had improved a bit … and his endurance far more then a bit … but everything else was lacking. He frowned with half a shrimp hanging from his mouth its shell still attached as a crunch sounded as he bit into it with a sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave an apologetic look to the other customers and rubbed his head again.
If He could just get better at his Ninjutsu and Genjutsu … that’d help him hugely, but it was so damn hard for him to get his chakra focus right to even attempt to do such a thing, He groaned and rested his chin in his palm. He would work hard of course, but it could take him years to get even to the level of your average Genin. With another depressed sigh he poked at the food having lost his appetite now, he scarfed the rest down not caring about taste, and chugged the milk before standing up and bowing to the Man behind the counter. He turned and hopped down and started his normal rounds around Eiko and the Fujiwara’s stationed compound temporary base. He rubbed his muscles before he flickered off a trail of dust following him a she moved, eyes scanning the area carefully for any sign of threat, patrolling first the outside and then the inside as he frowned a bit. Had that been something …? He frowned again and flickered to the spot he had seen a metallic glea- FWAM! A Sudden powerful punch slammed into his face and he cursed stumbling backwards actually getting a tiny bruise from the strike. “What … the hell …?!” He growled and examined the woman before him, he glared crimon eyes glinting at the Suna Hunter nin Mask.
*( Really … I cant be –that- important to infiltrate a village for!! )* And then she blinked out of existence and reappeared behind him, his eyes widened and he spun crossing his arms to take the kick along his arms so he took no damage, his eyes narrowed and he spun his arms forming their demonic blades and he quickly send barrages of attacks driving her further and further back as he slipt into the offensive stance and then used his own specialty! The Blades lashed out in all directions around him causing him to curse and mutter as ever one barely missed, making a tiny cut here, a small bruise there. He took a deep breath and was about to call for help … then stopped. This was his fight, if he couldn’t take this woman down … what good was he to Eiko-chan …? He narrowed his eyes and spun again blades lashing out with new vigor as he imagined this woman going to the compound … threatening Eiko … He gave a rage filled growl and … !! Slash!! Her eyes widened as she gave a cry of pain as she was slammed into a crater as lightning danced around them the massive flash of light and energy flowing around them as he stands there panting a bit then the bones fled back into his flesh and he watched her coldly as she twitched and choked on blood in the foot deep crater missing her arm with a hole in her gut. He turned on his heel as Jounin rushed by to find the commotion, he told them and the body was taken away to examine it … he smiled, maybe … there was hope for his power yet, maybe he –could- earn the Rank … of Guardian.
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Ten Years Later ... Hoshi heard the Explosions ... Slowly he opened his Eyes from Meditation and Frowned, He was nearing his Thirties now but still looked young as ever thanks to his Keisha Blood. He slowly stood up and looked around slowly, they were coming form outside ... if those kids were throwing firecrackers at the compound again he swore to go- BOOOOM!!! A massive fireball blasted into hsi room he stood there swearing as his burned skin rapidly resealed and he didnt even flinch. He flashed outward in time to slam his fist into another one sending it flying into the River. He sighed as he raised his Hands and looked around slowly, what the hell was going on? ... Then he saw it, there was a Massive Sunagakure attack Force, he muttered why couldn't this War end ... He slowly lifted his hands and Shifted downward, attacking the Fujwiara Compounds was a good move, it would take out one of Kumogakures head clans. But ... they made a mistake, HE WAS HERE! He Flashes forward and his cloths shredded as bone blades exploded into edges at every angle, turning him into a livign weapon as his wounds jsut snapped shut if they even managed to harm him claymores and kunai just bouncing off his Hide. He spun rapidly through the masses, "DANCE OF THE ONI LORD!" He howled and the blades all elongated becoming nearly six foot each shredding apart nearly half the Sunagakure forces as he skidded to a stop and spun eyes narrowed as the bones slunk into his hide and formed abck into his infamous twin demon bone blades. He shifted and charged once again holding a lien against the intruders between the Compound and the enemy, letting them get the children to safety as the Fujwiara warriors poured out to assist their Guardian in Combat. He snarled and impaled one after the other ... then Something slammed into him, he muttered and cursed as he went flying into a wall with a crack ... he shook his head in surmise, holy hell what hit him ... it actually did alot of damage he could feel it even as it regrew. A Zodiac puppet clanked its claws at him ... suddenly he heard screams of pain and eh saw nine more of the puppets massacring the Fujwiara, his lip curled slowly ... "NOOOO!!!" He cries Zodiac Puppets, that was M ... so his old Teacher was here,adn trying to take another Family from him? NO! He refused! His cursemark suddenly swarmed down his body entering second stage as he slamme dhsi hands down, "KUCHIYOSE NO JUTSU!!!" He screamed as suddenly a Massive Basilisk boomed upward sending the puppets flying making a living massive wall between the attackers and the compound and fujwiara, he looked to his family ... looking at the at least ten Fujwiara bodies. "No more! Go, go to your families ... no more FUjiwara blood will be split today ... I wont loose another Family. Go!" The hesitated ... then turned and fled ... he shifted his attention to the wall of suna getting ready to tear into him, he smiled softly, patting eh Basilisks hide. "Gomen to summon you like this Queen ... Im leaving the scroll with Eiko-Chan alright ...? Maybe you can give it to our Kid."
He smiled sadly, the Basilisk snorted ... a single large tear rolled down her scale hide. "We'll miss you kid. Lets have you go out with a a Bang Huh?!" He grinned sadly, "Thats a girl ..." He slowly stood, his tail flicking behind him ... Looks like he was ganna die like dad did ... with a Bang. He placed his Hands together ... several seconds ticked by ... and suddenly the cursemark elongated mixing with sage mode as he opened his eyes and stared down at his foes, then he smiled. "M!!! There is no need for this ... they are gone, and you dont want to loose men! Come out, fight me one on one ... to determine who will lay claim to the Fujwiara Compound! ... If you go down, you all leave! If I go down ... you come, but you kill No more Fujwiara! ... If you dont agree I swear I will Kill every single one of your men till I die!!!" He growled staring them all down who winced under his gaze and the basilisks. Several long Moments ticked by ... before there was a soft sigh, and M blended out of the stone and shadows. "So its come to this has it Rabbit ... my how you'v grown ... and Not just in Size ... you have a beard ... and ... your a sage. Seems all my Students are surpassing me." His eyes narrowed on the puppeteer medic, as the ten puppets danced around him slowly, he patted the basilisks hide and slide down reappearing infront of Mithrajin. "Lets just end this. A classic battle ... Student vs. Master ... funny ... Usually the Student Dies, but the Master is forever Wounded." He murmured ... and slowly shifted into a Kenjutsu stance. M just watched him sadly, "You betrayed us Rabbit ... you Hurt all of us, Killed your friend, killed your fellow students ... broke my Sister's heart, and even went so far as Willingly accept a cursemark just for sheer power. Im so disapointe-" CLASH!!a Puppet barely caught the Speed of Light fast blade as it went through the puppet the tip at his throat. .. if the Puppet hadn't of absorbed the hit, M would have died. "No more words ... I hate you. I hate Suna. I hate that Wh--e of a sister of your's that seduced me just to shatter my heart and Ruin my life!!! NO MORE WORDS! I WILL KILL YOU ALL!" His other blade lashed out shattering the puppet to pieces and nicking M along his chest M cursed as he Launched himself backward hands spinning the puppets attacked as one. Blades impaled Rabbit all across his Body ... He shivered, then spun rapidly suddenly sending the puppets flying slamming into suna nin, and stone.
The blades still in him he charged M winced as the bone nicked him as he barely dodged the attacks over and over sweat pouring down his body. *( He's to fast I cant Keep this U- SH-T! )* He had missed a step, it was only a half a second ... that's all Rapid needed as he slammed his blade into M's stomach and kicked him off it sending him flying through a building. M coughed and hacked blood all over as he winced, twitching a finger as a puppet zipped forward, taking the killing blow for its master as it shattered it apart and M's hands worked weakly, suddenly the remaining six puppets barraged rabbit with attacks, gashing, impaling burning, melting and gagging him over and over as Rabbits blades lashed left and right he took hit after hit flesh rapidly regrowing ... but sweat and blood poured off them both, M having to dodge every third attack for risk of loosing a Limb. finally they fell back ... both bloody messes, Rabbit regrowing his arm and part of his side rapidly, M covered in gashes and wounds three beaten up puppets spinning around him, both exhausted and out of Chakra nearly. "Lets ... end ... this ... you bastard of a teacher and friend ..." Rabbit gasped out ... shifting slowly, all his remaining chakra suddenly poured into his stomach as the bone blade disappeared, M blinked ... watching him. Rabbit gave a grin ... "My Ninjutsu ... got better." he says simply ... and slammed his Hands together with a sick grin. "Sorry Eiko ... I wont be able to meet our son ... but I know he'll make us proud in the afterlife! ... Take your time coming to meet me, my lvoe!" M's eyes widened slowly reequipping the chakra, "NO!" He yelled but it was to late, "GRAND SACRIFICIAL JUTSU!!" He Screamed out, and then smiled softly ... looking at the clear blue sky ... *( I ... protected them ... )* Were his last thoughts ... before suddenly he glowed a bright pure black, and exploded with the force to blow away every single person in the sunagakure army, M's Puppets rose up taking the massive explosion sending M flying backwards cracking against the stone and falling into the River ... Nearly dead as he floated away to be found alter by Sunagakure reinforcements. Rabbit was No more ... and Eiko suddenly screamed in pain, for as his Father had his last breath, his son had his First.
And Yet ... This was not the end, Hoshi's body lay on the massive crater bleeding and dieing his eyes fading as they stared into the sky, as his soul began to drift from his body something inside him Stirred, he didnt want to Go ... Why did he have to go. Something inside him resisted, and suddenly the cursemark blasted over his body in a whirlwind of black chakra, and his Soul was Forced back his eyes opened and he gasped out in shock pupils dilating, he was alive ... how was he alive? He stared at the curse mark that covered him shivering in agony as the waves tore through his body, and then ... the mark began to fade away, he had lost his Cursemark ... but in return had been given another chance at life, another Chance to protect those he loved, a chance to protect Kumogakure. This was not something he would forge,t not something he would ever be able to return to fate, all eh could do was live on ... and so he did, slowly Hoshi stood up looking sadly tword the fleeing Fujiwara and Kumogakure Citizens, he had no place there anymore, they had to think eh was dead ... or Sunagakure would come after them again. He sighed softly, and the Lone Kaguya slowly stood up, before he walked forward slowly away from Kumogakure, his headband Dropping, he was the Basilisk Sage, he was Hoshi Kaguya, he was a Teacher and a Protector, but he was a Shinobi, no More.
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