This area of the village always bothered him, the crimson haired shinobi. The corrupt individuals that plague this district known as the Grand Palais, or what he liked to refer to as “Hell on Earth”. He was unable to decide what was worse to him: The people who thrive off of the sorrow that this place created or those whom turned a blind eye and shun those less fortunate than themselves. They needed a hero, they needed a protector. Despite the infiltration of The Cabal, the street lights barely flicker as the ripple of the destruction elsewhere in the village finally reached the forsaken zone. Time was running out.
Draped in black, Maku stood high above the chaos on the grounds below. Bombs were set to go off in key locations throughout the underground city. He knew first hand that most of the Shinobi would forsake this area, deeming it beyond repair, not him however. Not that he was a native son of the Grand Palais or anything like that but it was a place in which he felt the law would rather not extend to. This would be his jurisdiction, with or without the approval of the Kazekage.
Fortunately for him, those of the radical faith of Jashin were not subtle in their approach to spread their faith. Below the very building he peered from, his would-be foe stood shouting of prophecies of the end times.
”Those who bow to Jashin will be exempt from all the demise of the physical and spiritual! Give your blood to me! Become one with me! I shall lead you to salvation!”
The zealot spoke out to the gathering that began to take form around him. Some were uneasy when approaching the Jashinist, others did so gleefully. The ignorance of this area, and the corruption allowed far too many criminals to thrive in this society. Maku would retain his position however, being unsure how to approach the situation as well as having no insight into the man’s ability. The tens of people whom approached the large man’s territory were met with a swift strike to their arms, almost unseen to the naked eye. What came next caused an outcry. He held a large blade with the cumulative blood from those who offered it. With a manic look in his eyes, the zealot would ingest the blood, causing his form to change before everyone’s eyes.
His skin growing black with skeletal features, the man slowly back up into an area with which had an abstract seal that nobody seemed to realize. ‘What the hell?’ Maku thought as the man began to turn his weapon against himself.
”Become one with JASHIN!” he shouted, driving the blade into his ribcage. Instantaneously, those whose blood he ate received large gashes in the same area in which he himself had impaled himself. ”Yes! Jashin awaits you in the next realm! Your sacrifices will not be in vain!” He preached once more. Screams and cries were echoing throughout the streets. The time to act was now, no more innocents could face this type of monstrosity. Maku leapt.
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Draped in black, Maku stood high above the chaos on the grounds below. Bombs were set to go off in key locations throughout the underground city. He knew first hand that most of the Shinobi would forsake this area, deeming it beyond repair, not him however. Not that he was a native son of the Grand Palais or anything like that but it was a place in which he felt the law would rather not extend to. This would be his jurisdiction, with or without the approval of the Kazekage.
Fortunately for him, those of the radical faith of Jashin were not subtle in their approach to spread their faith. Below the very building he peered from, his would-be foe stood shouting of prophecies of the end times.
”Those who bow to Jashin will be exempt from all the demise of the physical and spiritual! Give your blood to me! Become one with me! I shall lead you to salvation!”
The zealot spoke out to the gathering that began to take form around him. Some were uneasy when approaching the Jashinist, others did so gleefully. The ignorance of this area, and the corruption allowed far too many criminals to thrive in this society. Maku would retain his position however, being unsure how to approach the situation as well as having no insight into the man’s ability. The tens of people whom approached the large man’s territory were met with a swift strike to their arms, almost unseen to the naked eye. What came next caused an outcry. He held a large blade with the cumulative blood from those who offered it. With a manic look in his eyes, the zealot would ingest the blood, causing his form to change before everyone’s eyes.
His skin growing black with skeletal features, the man slowly back up into an area with which had an abstract seal that nobody seemed to realize. ‘What the hell?’ Maku thought as the man began to turn his weapon against himself.
”Become one with JASHIN!” he shouted, driving the blade into his ribcage. Instantaneously, those whose blood he ate received large gashes in the same area in which he himself had impaled himself. ”Yes! Jashin awaits you in the next realm! Your sacrifices will not be in vain!” He preached once more. Screams and cries were echoing throughout the streets. The time to act was now, no more innocents could face this type of monstrosity. Maku leapt.
[MFT/Word count: 518]
