"Out..."
The tide retreated from the sandy shore, having been stretched as far as it could before the ocean called it back home. The crystal blue water fell back over what few stones were in its way and left seaweed and some small crabs and critters in its wake.
"In..."
And, like clockwork, the tide returned once more. Waves swept over the same stones, the same seaweed and creatures it had left behind, covering them in its cool embrace. What had left them behind had come to reclaim them.
"Out..."
Once more, the tide receded away from the shore.
"Time...Life...Dreams..." a long-haired man spoke softly, staring out across the waves and over the rainbow reef at the horizon, "Everything has an ebb and flow."
He simply stood there, his violet eyes watching everything and nothing all at once. It had been two years, by his guess, since he left everything behind. To him, of course, it felt like a lifetime. The passage of time was a hard thing to measure when viewed through the lens of distorted perception.
Onamuji was once a powerful shinobi, who had cast off all rank and title in pursuit of what he felt was his grand burden - some glorious purpose he was meant to see through. Some likely viewed it as the illusion of a man gone insane, others saw him as a wise sage. Were you to ask him, he would probably say it was a combination of both and laugh. After all, at some point, the line between great wisdom and slight insanity becomes a very blurry thing.
Here, in Moon Country, he had gathered a council of some of the most powerful Missing-nin in the known world to achieve his grand goal: the creation of a shinobi utopia free from the clouded past of the great nations of the mainland. For various reasons, these shinobi of numerous backgrounds and villages gathered to help achieve this dream. Some shared his desire, while others were more intrigued by either bloodshed, money, or fame. To him, it didn't matter. Everyone willing to work together was accepted.
However, bringing together so many different people with so many different agendas wasn't as easy as it seemed. Eventually, internal conflict grew and small power struggles emerged. It became just as hard to keep the group focused and cohesive as it was planning the next objective.
At the same time, the sage's dreams had grown more and more prevalent. What started as natural premonitions through dreams for those with his abilities became more akin to nightmares. Intense visions of a great cataclysm; great infernal beasts roaming the land, a long darkness, and the land and sea rumbling from below. Eventually, they broke out of his nightmares and began affecting his waking hours. During his meditations, he would hear the otherworldly roars of the beasts from afar or feel the shaking of the earth below when no one else could.
It was a combination of his nightmares and the growing devolution of the new faction that led to his self-imposed exile. The young sage believed that he had to silence and control his premonitions if he was to continue on his path, and he couldn't do that amidst the failing group of Missing-nin. It was a massive failure, but a necessary one.
Now, two years later, he was back on the same shore where the pact was made to establish the new shinobi nation on Moon Country.
"In..." he muttered, his eyes unblinking as the tide rushed back in and crashed around his legs.
[Solo RP; Topic Entered/Exited]
The tide retreated from the sandy shore, having been stretched as far as it could before the ocean called it back home. The crystal blue water fell back over what few stones were in its way and left seaweed and some small crabs and critters in its wake.
"In..."
And, like clockwork, the tide returned once more. Waves swept over the same stones, the same seaweed and creatures it had left behind, covering them in its cool embrace. What had left them behind had come to reclaim them.
"Out..."
Once more, the tide receded away from the shore.
"Time...Life...Dreams..." a long-haired man spoke softly, staring out across the waves and over the rainbow reef at the horizon, "Everything has an ebb and flow."
He simply stood there, his violet eyes watching everything and nothing all at once. It had been two years, by his guess, since he left everything behind. To him, of course, it felt like a lifetime. The passage of time was a hard thing to measure when viewed through the lens of distorted perception.
Onamuji was once a powerful shinobi, who had cast off all rank and title in pursuit of what he felt was his grand burden - some glorious purpose he was meant to see through. Some likely viewed it as the illusion of a man gone insane, others saw him as a wise sage. Were you to ask him, he would probably say it was a combination of both and laugh. After all, at some point, the line between great wisdom and slight insanity becomes a very blurry thing.
Here, in Moon Country, he had gathered a council of some of the most powerful Missing-nin in the known world to achieve his grand goal: the creation of a shinobi utopia free from the clouded past of the great nations of the mainland. For various reasons, these shinobi of numerous backgrounds and villages gathered to help achieve this dream. Some shared his desire, while others were more intrigued by either bloodshed, money, or fame. To him, it didn't matter. Everyone willing to work together was accepted.
However, bringing together so many different people with so many different agendas wasn't as easy as it seemed. Eventually, internal conflict grew and small power struggles emerged. It became just as hard to keep the group focused and cohesive as it was planning the next objective.
At the same time, the sage's dreams had grown more and more prevalent. What started as natural premonitions through dreams for those with his abilities became more akin to nightmares. Intense visions of a great cataclysm; great infernal beasts roaming the land, a long darkness, and the land and sea rumbling from below. Eventually, they broke out of his nightmares and began affecting his waking hours. During his meditations, he would hear the otherworldly roars of the beasts from afar or feel the shaking of the earth below when no one else could.
It was a combination of his nightmares and the growing devolution of the new faction that led to his self-imposed exile. The young sage believed that he had to silence and control his premonitions if he was to continue on his path, and he couldn't do that amidst the failing group of Missing-nin. It was a massive failure, but a necessary one.
Now, two years later, he was back on the same shore where the pact was made to establish the new shinobi nation on Moon Country.
"In..." he muttered, his eyes unblinking as the tide rushed back in and crashed around his legs.
[Solo RP; Topic Entered/Exited]