A knock on the door, a barely conscious Riyota elects to ignore it, turning over in his comfortable bed. Another knock, louder this time, ignored once more. A louder, more frantic knock is heard. Slowly, the Shinobi's eyes open, his vision is blurry and his general demeanor is groggy, but three knocks likely means something important is happening. "One second..." He groaned, slumping out of bed and letting himself fall face-first onto the hard ground. He felt himself falling asleep again, even as he lay shirtless on the cold ground, but he knew if he did he'd just be disturbed again. Hesitantly and with great effort he rose. Trudging over to the door like a zombie.
Opening the door and leaning against the frame for support, dark circles under his eyes and messy brown hair sticking out in all sorts of directions he could vaguely make out the form of one of the Miroku maids. "Delivery for you apparently, Master Riyota." "Hm...?" He mumbled, rubbing some sleep out of his left eye. "I haven't ordered anything. Are you sure they didn't say Akkuma?" The maid shook her head. "No sir, they insisted many times it was from you. Items found in the wreckage of the 'Kuromairu household...' apparently. They said it belongs to you if you want it but if not you have to sign it away." Riyota couldn't understand why this delivery couldn't happen in the daytime but at that point he was too tired to argue and simply wanted to go back to sleep as soon as possible. "Please tell them I'll be out in a second, I need to put a shirt on." "As you wish!" the maid bowed and swiftly exited.
Running his hand over his face he sighed. "The hell kinda stuff have they found in there? As far as I knew the only thing those two left me was half a pile of rubble and some childhood trauma." He joked to himself, before throwing on a simple shirt and heading outside.
"Evenin' Sir! Got a few uh...'Family Heirlooms' for ya!" The cheerful looking deliveryman informed him. "So I'm told..." he replied simply, merely wanting to get this over with. "Eh...heh, well uh...when I say a few...I uh...unfortunately mean one. This box." He said, handing the shinobi an ornately carved box that Riyota originally thought was made of wood, but after feeling it, realized it was carved of bone.
"Have a great night!" The deliveryman tipped his hat and lead his oxen away, leaving Riyota standing alone. Holding the box. "Well so much for deciding whether I want it or not." he tutted and rolled his eyes, turning around and headed back to his room.
Once inside he lit a candle and set the box down on his bed. "This is really weird...as far as Shinobi go I was taught that my family were fairly standard, usually fairly standard families don't have a box made of potentially human bone He stared at the box for a few seconds. 'This is a really important decision, deciding whether I'm ready to face what's insi- I'M OPENING IT!' He abruptly halted his train of thought and threw both of the boxes latches at the same time. Quickly but carefully pulling the lid upwards.
Within the box was a note, a picture and a syringe. The note, was not from whom he had expected, it was instead from his late mother.
"My dearest Riyota, if you are reading this it means something happened to me that has rendered me unable to tell you this myself. You were never a fan of reading when you were little, so I'll keep this short. There is great power within your blood, as the is or was in mine. The power to manipulate your very skeleton into a weapon. A power from a very ancient bloodline that you're good ol' Mum's side of the family possesses. Inside the syringe is a concoction that should activate this power within your blood. It's your choice whether or not you want it though, my Son. I wish I could've been there properly to see you in this moment. I love you, Mum."
The brown-haired shinobi felt the paper grow damp as his tears stained it. Silently he folded the letter, with some difficulty and placed it back inside the box. He was not ready to look at the picture right now.
Grabbing the syringe after wiping his eyes clear, he held it up to the light. Inside was a murky grey liquid. He had no doubts, this was what he had to do.
Jamming the metal needle into his thigh. Instant pain shot up his leg, and it took a tremendous force of will to stop himself from screaming. Silently writhing on the ground. It felt like his spine was attempting to force it's way out of his back. He dug his fingers into the hard stone floor and it began to crack. Sharp needle like bones began protruding out of his fingertips whilst at the same time, bone armour plating formed around his arms and legs, with sharper bones appearing on top of these. Long curved blades shot out of the flesh of his back and a long tail soon sprouted from his lower back. The pain was excruciating and his constantly regenerating flesh was only making the situation worse.
Riyota fell unconscious, but by the morning he had successfully inherited his family's birthright.
[Requesting Kaguya Bloodline]
Opening the door and leaning against the frame for support, dark circles under his eyes and messy brown hair sticking out in all sorts of directions he could vaguely make out the form of one of the Miroku maids. "Delivery for you apparently, Master Riyota." "Hm...?" He mumbled, rubbing some sleep out of his left eye. "I haven't ordered anything. Are you sure they didn't say Akkuma?" The maid shook her head. "No sir, they insisted many times it was from you. Items found in the wreckage of the 'Kuromairu household...' apparently. They said it belongs to you if you want it but if not you have to sign it away." Riyota couldn't understand why this delivery couldn't happen in the daytime but at that point he was too tired to argue and simply wanted to go back to sleep as soon as possible. "Please tell them I'll be out in a second, I need to put a shirt on." "As you wish!" the maid bowed and swiftly exited.
Running his hand over his face he sighed. "The hell kinda stuff have they found in there? As far as I knew the only thing those two left me was half a pile of rubble and some childhood trauma." He joked to himself, before throwing on a simple shirt and heading outside.
"Evenin' Sir! Got a few uh...'Family Heirlooms' for ya!" The cheerful looking deliveryman informed him. "So I'm told..." he replied simply, merely wanting to get this over with. "Eh...heh, well uh...when I say a few...I uh...unfortunately mean one. This box." He said, handing the shinobi an ornately carved box that Riyota originally thought was made of wood, but after feeling it, realized it was carved of bone.
"Have a great night!" The deliveryman tipped his hat and lead his oxen away, leaving Riyota standing alone. Holding the box. "Well so much for deciding whether I want it or not." he tutted and rolled his eyes, turning around and headed back to his room.
Once inside he lit a candle and set the box down on his bed. "This is really weird...as far as Shinobi go I was taught that my family were fairly standard, usually fairly standard families don't have a box made of potentially human bone He stared at the box for a few seconds. 'This is a really important decision, deciding whether I'm ready to face what's insi- I'M OPENING IT!' He abruptly halted his train of thought and threw both of the boxes latches at the same time. Quickly but carefully pulling the lid upwards.
Within the box was a note, a picture and a syringe. The note, was not from whom he had expected, it was instead from his late mother.
"My dearest Riyota, if you are reading this it means something happened to me that has rendered me unable to tell you this myself. You were never a fan of reading when you were little, so I'll keep this short. There is great power within your blood, as the is or was in mine. The power to manipulate your very skeleton into a weapon. A power from a very ancient bloodline that you're good ol' Mum's side of the family possesses. Inside the syringe is a concoction that should activate this power within your blood. It's your choice whether or not you want it though, my Son. I wish I could've been there properly to see you in this moment. I love you, Mum."
The brown-haired shinobi felt the paper grow damp as his tears stained it. Silently he folded the letter, with some difficulty and placed it back inside the box. He was not ready to look at the picture right now.
Grabbing the syringe after wiping his eyes clear, he held it up to the light. Inside was a murky grey liquid. He had no doubts, this was what he had to do.
Jamming the metal needle into his thigh. Instant pain shot up his leg, and it took a tremendous force of will to stop himself from screaming. Silently writhing on the ground. It felt like his spine was attempting to force it's way out of his back. He dug his fingers into the hard stone floor and it began to crack. Sharp needle like bones began protruding out of his fingertips whilst at the same time, bone armour plating formed around his arms and legs, with sharper bones appearing on top of these. Long curved blades shot out of the flesh of his back and a long tail soon sprouted from his lower back. The pain was excruciating and his constantly regenerating flesh was only making the situation worse.
Riyota fell unconscious, but by the morning he had successfully inherited his family's birthright.
[Requesting Kaguya Bloodline]