It had been but a few days since Kazan met Skully and formed a new bond with yet another strange creature. By now, he was starting to understand the world a whole lot better. While he still didn't know for sure, but it was his guess that these creatures were here before him and his kind. Perhaps they had some connection with the dragon he met so long ago, but that moment now seemed like a distant memory. In his journey for self awareness, and growth, he had lost the very powers that defined his entire life up until that point. "I'm supposed to be the lion sage...." He thought, as he laid restless.
"But, my ancestors must be displeased. I've lost my power..." He silently told himself, while turning to his side and glancing at what was once his campfire. By now, it had completely smoldered out, as he laid trying to to rest. At Night, the desert seemed nearly pitch black to his astonishment. Not only that, but the temperature had dipped sharply to levels similar to his homeland. Sighing, he closed his eyes and through back to the time where he had actually met another odd creature; a dragon. Kazan and Atlas both, for one reason or another, lent the creature aide and it blessed him with a potion of it's power. For quite some time, Kazan use to be able to assume the form of a dragon and manipulate his chakra in unique ways. That, combined with his Sharigan, allowed him to lay waste to fields and hordes of enemies with flame based techniques with nearly no equal.
"The Sharingan... the Draconic strength..... This was supposed to be a trip of growth, but somehow I've gone in reverse." He thought, as the wind surrounding his tint picked up speed. Opening his eyes once more, he slowly sat up and glanced down. His unruly red hair, seemingly drenched with sweat, hung down the sides of his face as he took a deep breath. His Dragon's Wildfire Sanctuary technique was doing it's job, but almost too well. "Damn it..." He said, as he formed a single handseal and adjusted the techniques chakra consumption. Almost instantly, he'd feel the temperate of his campsite drop several degree's, as the campfire burst into flame once again.
Raising one hand up to his face, he quickly brushed his hair out of his eyes. For once in his life, Kazan was feeling sorry for himself. While his village was entirely way to technologically advanced, he openly chose to live a simpler life in comparison to his peers. Unlike theirs, his home was built of stone and mortar, with a thatched house just outside of the village. Never once did he care for what others had compared to him, but he always took pride in his power. Without the Sharingan, or the draconic form, he honestly didn't know what he was anymore. New powers, techniques, and skills had developed; he even gained a new, uniquely cursed, weapon that seemed to infuse him with it's power.
But these were new and different types of power that he had never really utilized, considered, of even thought of up until this point. If he were to return home now, he felt as if he'd return only as a shell of the man he once was. "What the hell is the point in a giant battle axe I can't even carry with me. Who would've created such nonsense...." He'd speak to himself, criticize his new powers. "And I can somehow convert Genjutsu into poisons. What kind of power is that?" He questioned, with a resentful tone. Slinging his upper body back to the ground, with his hands behind his head, he glanced up towards the waning moon within the night sky.
While he was upset, at least he could appreciate the view in the night sky over the desert. Suddenly, a puff of white smoke would appear beside him; Atlas has summoned himself, sensing something was wrong. "Kazan." He said, as Kazan seemed a little annoyed. Flipping over in the opposite facing direction, he replied. "Come to lecture me?" He asked, clearly uninterested. "No. I don't really understand what's going on with you, but it seems really personal." He said, before being interrupted. "Personal? I was supposed to go on a journey of self enlightenment and.... I lost what made me, me with no explanation. I don't think that's personal. I think that's bullshit." He stated with frustration.
"What'd you really lose?" He asked, trying to lead the conversation. "What do you mean? I lost my Sharingan and my Draconic form, you already know this!" He shouted, as he sat up and looked over towards Atlas. "So? Neither of those things mattered anyway." He stated, with a firm tone. A brief silence filled with Kazan's frustration would briefly pass before Kazan replied. "What the hell do you mean they didn't matter? I focused everything I had into all my training because of those gifts. Without them, I'm nothing but a Shinobi with some fancy weapons." He retorted. "But, you're still you. Even without those things, you're still the same person. You still have the same potential." He'd tell him, before laying down in the sand beside the campfire.
Kazan just stared at him for a minute, thinking about what Atlas had just said to him. "It wasn't the Sharingan that caused us to meet, and it wasn't a dragons gift that turned us into friends." He'd softly speak, only to pause and glanced up towards the stars and moon above. "But the way you're acting right now. It makes no sense at all." He stated, slightly hitting a nerve of Kazan's. "I understand that, but.... Ugh!" he said, as he once again laid back down. "My eyes don't perceive like they use to, and I feel as if my strength has been cut in half. This trip was supposed to be about growth and self awareness... and yet now, I'm weaker and I don't even know if I should still be on this journey." He told Atlas, clearly doubting everything.
Once again, silence would fall between the two of them as a star above seemed to shoot across the night sky. Breaking that silence, Atlas let out a loud yawn before turning on his side and swatting at a small nearby bug in the sand. "And I lost my pride and territory many years ago, but I've slowly rebuilt what was lost. Things are different now, but I am grateful. If certain things didn't happen, I probably would've never met you or any of my other friends. In fact, to quote one of them; sometimes you have to fall before you can fly. Maybe right now, you're just falling? But with the potential you have, I'm sure you'll be soaring soon once again." Said Atlas, as he recalled a bird friend he use to have. "That strength you loss will be nothing compared to the strength you rebuild within yourself." He'd say before yawning once more. His words would echo throughout Kazan's mind as he just let them soak in.
While his feelings hadn't quite settled down, at least now he managed to get some of them off his chest. "Thank you, Atlas." He'd whisper, as his eyes grew heavy. While things in the world hardly ever made sense, at least having a loyal friend at your side did. Before long, both Kazan and Atlas would drift off to sleep beneath the desert night sky. Come morning time, when the sun just began to peek over the desert dune horizon, Kazan would slowly wake up and begin to clean his campsite. Atlas, at one point or another, had returned back to his realm sometime during the night. Thinking back to their conversation, Kazan's mind was still filled with resentment, but now it was accompanied by a sense of guilt. "I guess I better stop feeling sorry for myself. Atlas has so much faith in me that he's not really even worried. Maybe I should just do something about it then?" He thought to himself, as he deactivated his dragons sanctuary technique while glancing about the outskirts of what was once his campsite.
While he didn't know this land, he knew he had chosen to sleep in what was essentially a graveyard within the desert. There was more than enough evidence to suggest that there was a great war once fought here, but the details were something he had no idea about. Even still, something like that was far from discouraging to someone like him. If he was lucky, one day he'd lay slain on a battle field defending those he cared the more for. That was something he'd more than be okay with. Closing his eyes, and focusing his mind, he tried to sense about the area. Perhaps a ghost of the past would make itself known? Or better yet, maybe some clue as to what might have actually happened here many years ago.
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"But, my ancestors must be displeased. I've lost my power..." He silently told himself, while turning to his side and glancing at what was once his campfire. By now, it had completely smoldered out, as he laid trying to to rest. At Night, the desert seemed nearly pitch black to his astonishment. Not only that, but the temperature had dipped sharply to levels similar to his homeland. Sighing, he closed his eyes and through back to the time where he had actually met another odd creature; a dragon. Kazan and Atlas both, for one reason or another, lent the creature aide and it blessed him with a potion of it's power. For quite some time, Kazan use to be able to assume the form of a dragon and manipulate his chakra in unique ways. That, combined with his Sharigan, allowed him to lay waste to fields and hordes of enemies with flame based techniques with nearly no equal.
"The Sharingan... the Draconic strength..... This was supposed to be a trip of growth, but somehow I've gone in reverse." He thought, as the wind surrounding his tint picked up speed. Opening his eyes once more, he slowly sat up and glanced down. His unruly red hair, seemingly drenched with sweat, hung down the sides of his face as he took a deep breath. His Dragon's Wildfire Sanctuary technique was doing it's job, but almost too well. "Damn it..." He said, as he formed a single handseal and adjusted the techniques chakra consumption. Almost instantly, he'd feel the temperate of his campsite drop several degree's, as the campfire burst into flame once again.
Raising one hand up to his face, he quickly brushed his hair out of his eyes. For once in his life, Kazan was feeling sorry for himself. While his village was entirely way to technologically advanced, he openly chose to live a simpler life in comparison to his peers. Unlike theirs, his home was built of stone and mortar, with a thatched house just outside of the village. Never once did he care for what others had compared to him, but he always took pride in his power. Without the Sharingan, or the draconic form, he honestly didn't know what he was anymore. New powers, techniques, and skills had developed; he even gained a new, uniquely cursed, weapon that seemed to infuse him with it's power.
But these were new and different types of power that he had never really utilized, considered, of even thought of up until this point. If he were to return home now, he felt as if he'd return only as a shell of the man he once was. "What the hell is the point in a giant battle axe I can't even carry with me. Who would've created such nonsense...." He'd speak to himself, criticize his new powers. "And I can somehow convert Genjutsu into poisons. What kind of power is that?" He questioned, with a resentful tone. Slinging his upper body back to the ground, with his hands behind his head, he glanced up towards the waning moon within the night sky.
While he was upset, at least he could appreciate the view in the night sky over the desert. Suddenly, a puff of white smoke would appear beside him; Atlas has summoned himself, sensing something was wrong. "Kazan." He said, as Kazan seemed a little annoyed. Flipping over in the opposite facing direction, he replied. "Come to lecture me?" He asked, clearly uninterested. "No. I don't really understand what's going on with you, but it seems really personal." He said, before being interrupted. "Personal? I was supposed to go on a journey of self enlightenment and.... I lost what made me, me with no explanation. I don't think that's personal. I think that's bullshit." He stated with frustration.
"What'd you really lose?" He asked, trying to lead the conversation. "What do you mean? I lost my Sharingan and my Draconic form, you already know this!" He shouted, as he sat up and looked over towards Atlas. "So? Neither of those things mattered anyway." He stated, with a firm tone. A brief silence filled with Kazan's frustration would briefly pass before Kazan replied. "What the hell do you mean they didn't matter? I focused everything I had into all my training because of those gifts. Without them, I'm nothing but a Shinobi with some fancy weapons." He retorted. "But, you're still you. Even without those things, you're still the same person. You still have the same potential." He'd tell him, before laying down in the sand beside the campfire.
Kazan just stared at him for a minute, thinking about what Atlas had just said to him. "It wasn't the Sharingan that caused us to meet, and it wasn't a dragons gift that turned us into friends." He'd softly speak, only to pause and glanced up towards the stars and moon above. "But the way you're acting right now. It makes no sense at all." He stated, slightly hitting a nerve of Kazan's. "I understand that, but.... Ugh!" he said, as he once again laid back down. "My eyes don't perceive like they use to, and I feel as if my strength has been cut in half. This trip was supposed to be about growth and self awareness... and yet now, I'm weaker and I don't even know if I should still be on this journey." He told Atlas, clearly doubting everything.
Once again, silence would fall between the two of them as a star above seemed to shoot across the night sky. Breaking that silence, Atlas let out a loud yawn before turning on his side and swatting at a small nearby bug in the sand. "And I lost my pride and territory many years ago, but I've slowly rebuilt what was lost. Things are different now, but I am grateful. If certain things didn't happen, I probably would've never met you or any of my other friends. In fact, to quote one of them; sometimes you have to fall before you can fly. Maybe right now, you're just falling? But with the potential you have, I'm sure you'll be soaring soon once again." Said Atlas, as he recalled a bird friend he use to have. "That strength you loss will be nothing compared to the strength you rebuild within yourself." He'd say before yawning once more. His words would echo throughout Kazan's mind as he just let them soak in.
While his feelings hadn't quite settled down, at least now he managed to get some of them off his chest. "Thank you, Atlas." He'd whisper, as his eyes grew heavy. While things in the world hardly ever made sense, at least having a loyal friend at your side did. Before long, both Kazan and Atlas would drift off to sleep beneath the desert night sky. Come morning time, when the sun just began to peek over the desert dune horizon, Kazan would slowly wake up and begin to clean his campsite. Atlas, at one point or another, had returned back to his realm sometime during the night. Thinking back to their conversation, Kazan's mind was still filled with resentment, but now it was accompanied by a sense of guilt. "I guess I better stop feeling sorry for myself. Atlas has so much faith in me that he's not really even worried. Maybe I should just do something about it then?" He thought to himself, as he deactivated his dragons sanctuary technique while glancing about the outskirts of what was once his campsite.
While he didn't know this land, he knew he had chosen to sleep in what was essentially a graveyard within the desert. There was more than enough evidence to suggest that there was a great war once fought here, but the details were something he had no idea about. Even still, something like that was far from discouraging to someone like him. If he was lucky, one day he'd lay slain on a battle field defending those he cared the more for. That was something he'd more than be okay with. Closing his eyes, and focusing his mind, he tried to sense about the area. Perhaps a ghost of the past would make itself known? Or better yet, maybe some clue as to what might have actually happened here many years ago.
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