There were many things that seemed to haunt the dear ole boy from time to time... but after the eventful demons of the night seemed to implode on him, he retreated to his humble abode. He needed time away from everything, and while he did that his Clones handled his work around the village. The main goal in all of this was to get something that nobody ever had enough of in this world. Time. He wanted to be the Hero, to be the man that the newbies could join and reconquer. To be the man he could be so that one day he may enjoy the simple life of as a family man. What his dear cousin Souji was doing. However, to do the things he needed to do he would have to have a resurgence of his former self. The man outside these four walls was a false persona he had to carry to move up in the world... but what if he didnt live by that unified law of the land? Could he be the man his father saw him to be? Or would he dive deeper into the knowledge that led him to this life.
He was just simply too nice for all of this. And the people, there were too many things he tried to do, and if he just had the ability to have the reigns to leave. But he vowed his life to these people. However, where'd Oyochi go? It didnt matter Oyochi was old enough to know what this was going to end up being. And as it all seemed to cultivate together. To Tamashii this was a life or death scenario. To save and protect the people he had grown a bit fond of he would have to do what was necessary. Detach himself from Jashin. Detach himself from anything that changes him. And this was the moment he would delve into it.
Sitting alone, quiet, nearly motionless, within the circle of his devotion. Jashin's symbol. And with all of those lives that he'd sacrificed in the past he was assured that Paradise was not a place his soul would be tied to if he continued his life as it was. So, this was it. It'd taken him a long time to gather what he needed. Just notations of people in the Jashin faith, their experiences. Prisoners and villagers alike, how their families dealt with the idea of their close ones being tied to such a dark mentor. He was such a dark devastation it was just not something anyone would want to deal with. And there was a certain story that caught Tama's attention. Something similar to him, someone who ended up in the Konoha Jail system. Looking into his file Tamashii read alot of his psychological analysis.
"Hour 0200 Year XXXX The Subject has been tried and tested. He keeps speaking about being released from grace, and living to see the light. However, he has lost his ability to tap into his shinobi power as his bloodline was completely drained. Even checking his genetics, bloodline trait is gone but his identity remains. He is being held until more answers are found."
"Hour 1634 Year XXXX The Subject has displayed an ability that is the core of shinobi hood. He has found a new passion in Water Bending. Strange as his Bloodline was formerly as a Yamanaka. He demonstrates the ability to---" Tamashii conitnued reading, this was weird... but what was he like before if things were as strange recently? Flipping pages back he would read.
"Hour 0020 Year XXX The Subject hasnt slept in three weeks. He has not eaten anything but he continues to chant. 'Away with the Demon Away with the Darkness' Over and over in a somewhat monotone way. I recognize these glyphs I see on him as chakra pallets his tenketsu are overflowing with black and purple chakra. Almost seeping through his skin as it oozes out... More tests and observations will come... but for now. There is but little we can do for the man. He seems to be on a purge of some sort.--" Trailing off he would read for hours on end about these events that took him back. How would he get rid of the evil ruler Jashin from his life?
Back to the present day, Tama had formulated a plot. Something gathered from the off screen plotting between his reading and developing this jutsu for usage. Though it would take a long while to manage such a thing so, he'd locked himself up in his room for days on end. As earlier stated his clones were doing his busy work. They were getting the main things done... paperwork, but no running on any missions. And just allowing the other ANBU To do what came naturally. At any pace, Tama had ended up being in his apartment for two weeks straight. Chanting to himself and enjoying only water and bread. His body was frail... but working. Sitting in the midst of the circle he chanted like the man he'd read about. Over and over again. Only stopping to drink and eat.
Days had gone by. And his disgusting body, drenched from the sweat and lack of upkeep, his hair was marred with the natural fluids of his body. Matted to his face. His eyes and pupils dilated beyond their normal states. He seemed to be on the brink of life and death, wavering between the embrace of endless sleep with eternal enlightenment. It seemed to be that his time wasnt up butwhy was he starving himself? Why was he trying to nearly go on about killing himself and leaving his family alone.
Jashin.
Simple, right? He wanted to rid Jashin from his body, mind and spirit. To rid himself from the Evil deity from his very essence, and it wasnt as easy as not proclaiming his religion. It was something deeper. Something that you couldnt just change... The very nature of Chakra itself was the deepest point from which all life sprung from. To change that was to become a new person to become something different that can never be undone. And that was the road that Tamashii wished to go down. To slay his former self, and remind himself that he had control of his own destiny. To show the world that you didnt have to be tied to the old way of thinking. Things could be changed and a man could change his Stars if he worked hard enough.
And thats just what Tama would begin doing here.
"Away with you. Away from me. Away from Us. Away you shall be."
Tama's voice would ring out over and over again as blank scrolls around him would begin inscribing seals around him. One for Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, and Lightning. Those basic Seals would be prepped before this but only activated for this. Sealing him with the five elements and Morality, he would find himself collapsing in the Circle of Jashin chakra seemed to fill up the circle and the scrolls would all begin charging uparound him swirling around him like a tornado... almost Hurricane like in force tossing everything around his apartment as if it had no weight at all and Tama in the epicenter of it all. Crying out to the heavens, he wanted a release and the Morality seal along with the Five elements seals he used on himself it seemed to mark him as they would finish swirling and finally bind him in place holding him as they all would withdraw the chakra of their element into the seals. And the black ooze would drip into the Morality Seal... even causing the poor shinobi to cough it up mixed with saliva.
"ACK!", gawking it all up. Jashin's eye opening up from Tama's own. And without a moments hesitation all at once... it was done. The pain. The Suffering. . . And even the magical power of Jashin's eye... all came to a close. Sealed away in a series of scrolls that were all tied up and sealed again away from Tamashii's body. As he laid there pale and disoriented. Maybe this would give him the new future he needed to have. . . But he did this for simply the protection of himself from the village. He'd die a lonely villain death if he continued sacrificing like he was coerced to do. But now, this release was... oddly unspectacular and lonely. But all beginnings seem to start in such a fashion. It is then you realize who your real friends and family are. Because the overwhelming loneliness is covered by fellowship and togetherness.
After a few hours, Tama would rise from his pool of sweat, blood and tears. . . Almost as if he were a phoenix rising from the ashes of her remains. Looking around his room he'd sigh, "I'm gonna have to clean this..." shaking his head he'd noticed he didnt have any ability to manipulate his Yukata Bloodline nor any of his formerly used Warping ability... Nor any of his sound based Techniques.... There was a lock away from this ritual. He had... Nothing . Essentially had to start over. But... He knew. This was Freedom.
This.... Was the beginning... of freedom.
[Getting Rid of Hashigaki and Sharingan Implant - 'Jashin's Eye']
[Mft]
He was just simply too nice for all of this. And the people, there were too many things he tried to do, and if he just had the ability to have the reigns to leave. But he vowed his life to these people. However, where'd Oyochi go? It didnt matter Oyochi was old enough to know what this was going to end up being. And as it all seemed to cultivate together. To Tamashii this was a life or death scenario. To save and protect the people he had grown a bit fond of he would have to do what was necessary. Detach himself from Jashin. Detach himself from anything that changes him. And this was the moment he would delve into it.
Sitting alone, quiet, nearly motionless, within the circle of his devotion. Jashin's symbol. And with all of those lives that he'd sacrificed in the past he was assured that Paradise was not a place his soul would be tied to if he continued his life as it was. So, this was it. It'd taken him a long time to gather what he needed. Just notations of people in the Jashin faith, their experiences. Prisoners and villagers alike, how their families dealt with the idea of their close ones being tied to such a dark mentor. He was such a dark devastation it was just not something anyone would want to deal with. And there was a certain story that caught Tama's attention. Something similar to him, someone who ended up in the Konoha Jail system. Looking into his file Tamashii read alot of his psychological analysis.
"Hour 0200 Year XXXX The Subject has been tried and tested. He keeps speaking about being released from grace, and living to see the light. However, he has lost his ability to tap into his shinobi power as his bloodline was completely drained. Even checking his genetics, bloodline trait is gone but his identity remains. He is being held until more answers are found."
"Hour 1634 Year XXXX The Subject has displayed an ability that is the core of shinobi hood. He has found a new passion in Water Bending. Strange as his Bloodline was formerly as a Yamanaka. He demonstrates the ability to---" Tamashii conitnued reading, this was weird... but what was he like before if things were as strange recently? Flipping pages back he would read.
"Hour 0020 Year XXX The Subject hasnt slept in three weeks. He has not eaten anything but he continues to chant. 'Away with the Demon Away with the Darkness' Over and over in a somewhat monotone way. I recognize these glyphs I see on him as chakra pallets his tenketsu are overflowing with black and purple chakra. Almost seeping through his skin as it oozes out... More tests and observations will come... but for now. There is but little we can do for the man. He seems to be on a purge of some sort.--" Trailing off he would read for hours on end about these events that took him back. How would he get rid of the evil ruler Jashin from his life?
Back to the present day, Tama had formulated a plot. Something gathered from the off screen plotting between his reading and developing this jutsu for usage. Though it would take a long while to manage such a thing so, he'd locked himself up in his room for days on end. As earlier stated his clones were doing his busy work. They were getting the main things done... paperwork, but no running on any missions. And just allowing the other ANBU To do what came naturally. At any pace, Tama had ended up being in his apartment for two weeks straight. Chanting to himself and enjoying only water and bread. His body was frail... but working. Sitting in the midst of the circle he chanted like the man he'd read about. Over and over again. Only stopping to drink and eat.
Days had gone by. And his disgusting body, drenched from the sweat and lack of upkeep, his hair was marred with the natural fluids of his body. Matted to his face. His eyes and pupils dilated beyond their normal states. He seemed to be on the brink of life and death, wavering between the embrace of endless sleep with eternal enlightenment. It seemed to be that his time wasnt up butwhy was he starving himself? Why was he trying to nearly go on about killing himself and leaving his family alone.
Jashin.
Simple, right? He wanted to rid Jashin from his body, mind and spirit. To rid himself from the Evil deity from his very essence, and it wasnt as easy as not proclaiming his religion. It was something deeper. Something that you couldnt just change... The very nature of Chakra itself was the deepest point from which all life sprung from. To change that was to become a new person to become something different that can never be undone. And that was the road that Tamashii wished to go down. To slay his former self, and remind himself that he had control of his own destiny. To show the world that you didnt have to be tied to the old way of thinking. Things could be changed and a man could change his Stars if he worked hard enough.
And thats just what Tama would begin doing here.
"Away with you. Away from me. Away from Us. Away you shall be."
Tama's voice would ring out over and over again as blank scrolls around him would begin inscribing seals around him. One for Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, and Lightning. Those basic Seals would be prepped before this but only activated for this. Sealing him with the five elements and Morality, he would find himself collapsing in the Circle of Jashin chakra seemed to fill up the circle and the scrolls would all begin charging uparound him swirling around him like a tornado... almost Hurricane like in force tossing everything around his apartment as if it had no weight at all and Tama in the epicenter of it all. Crying out to the heavens, he wanted a release and the Morality seal along with the Five elements seals he used on himself it seemed to mark him as they would finish swirling and finally bind him in place holding him as they all would withdraw the chakra of their element into the seals. And the black ooze would drip into the Morality Seal... even causing the poor shinobi to cough it up mixed with saliva.
"ACK!", gawking it all up. Jashin's eye opening up from Tama's own. And without a moments hesitation all at once... it was done. The pain. The Suffering. . . And even the magical power of Jashin's eye... all came to a close. Sealed away in a series of scrolls that were all tied up and sealed again away from Tamashii's body. As he laid there pale and disoriented. Maybe this would give him the new future he needed to have. . . But he did this for simply the protection of himself from the village. He'd die a lonely villain death if he continued sacrificing like he was coerced to do. But now, this release was... oddly unspectacular and lonely. But all beginnings seem to start in such a fashion. It is then you realize who your real friends and family are. Because the overwhelming loneliness is covered by fellowship and togetherness.
After a few hours, Tama would rise from his pool of sweat, blood and tears. . . Almost as if he were a phoenix rising from the ashes of her remains. Looking around his room he'd sigh, "I'm gonna have to clean this..." shaking his head he'd noticed he didnt have any ability to manipulate his Yukata Bloodline nor any of his formerly used Warping ability... Nor any of his sound based Techniques.... There was a lock away from this ritual. He had... Nothing . Essentially had to start over. But... He knew. This was Freedom.
This.... Was the beginning... of freedom.
[Getting Rid of Hashigaki and Sharingan Implant - 'Jashin's Eye']
[Mft]