There was once a woman that died for her beliefs. She was allowed to live out her days trapped in a cage because of actions birthed by incredulous beliefs that ostracized her from her peers. Perhaps, she had even lost herself in that box, plagued by the life she wished for herself rather than the one fate had wrought. Reinforced steel walls in a chakra-dampening cellar tended to do that to a person. The construct sucked the soul or life-force right from its victims, destroying all figments of hope as it only allowed a small crevice to the outside world. Isolation destroyed the woman’s soul, regret diminished her sense of purpose, ill-spoken deeds had assassinated her character, and finally a blade had stripped her of her life.
An ideal crushed…
A traitor snuffed out…
A hero slain…
Such a waste of life, but one that Kazuma had sought to understand. He felt an unmistakable bond to this woman. Not because of who she was but because of what she stood for in lieu of the alternative. Too weak and the avarice of some will reap destruction. Too ambitious and the duplicitous nature of ambition will twist even the willful or positive of ambitions. That was the true cost of opportunity, a delicate balance that was as fragile as a feather frolicking in the wind. Kazuma had seen it before. He had experienced it before. He knew what people did with grandiose desires and who they would trample to see those desires fulfilled. Humans were avaricious in nature, and Kazuma sought to rid himself of such chains.
Responsibilities shirked…
Worldly tethers sacrificed…
A man seeking enlightenment…
Kazuma found himself lost in the wilderness among the strays, animals, wildlife and other mammals that sought survival. He traveled high and low, surviving using the skills that he had learned from experience. Clashing blades with raiders, hunting for food as the apex predator of the lowlands, even stealing from those that had plenty… sometimes even giving back to those that couldn’t earn much on their own. He became something different. He embodied a different spirit. One that understood the trivialities of life and humanity’s growing struggle with opportunity. His travels took him all over the Lightning Country, from the fertile plains of the Lightning Country’s first settlers to the snow capped peaks of the jagged mountainsides. Kazuma still possessed a scroll of missions that allowed him to do certain mission for Kumogakure, but for the most part he had shirked those obligations to the village. He felt that they didn’t matter anymore. How could he subject himself to such a land that would allow itself to be conquered rather governed by the freedom of choice?
Innocence had turned into ignorance…
The willfully ignorant were as guilty as any culprit…
Democracy into a dictatorship…
His faith fading with each step…
No more. Kazuma had decided that he wouldn’t live his life through a rose colored veil, ignorant to the indiscretions that plagued his land… or any other for that matter. It was time to take fate in his own hands and carve a path for himself. For the sake of the free future that he had envisioned, he would have to succeed where his predecessors had failed.
The woman died believing that she had failed her country and everything that she did was for naught, but that belief that she once held wasn’t wrong. Freedom wasn’t wrong. Kazuma simply didn’t believe that. That woman’s spirit would live on through Kazuma and people like Kazuma. As a man that simply didn’t act soon enough, he owed her at least that much.
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An ideal crushed…
A traitor snuffed out…
A hero slain…
Such a waste of life, but one that Kazuma had sought to understand. He felt an unmistakable bond to this woman. Not because of who she was but because of what she stood for in lieu of the alternative. Too weak and the avarice of some will reap destruction. Too ambitious and the duplicitous nature of ambition will twist even the willful or positive of ambitions. That was the true cost of opportunity, a delicate balance that was as fragile as a feather frolicking in the wind. Kazuma had seen it before. He had experienced it before. He knew what people did with grandiose desires and who they would trample to see those desires fulfilled. Humans were avaricious in nature, and Kazuma sought to rid himself of such chains.
Responsibilities shirked…
Worldly tethers sacrificed…
A man seeking enlightenment…
Kazuma found himself lost in the wilderness among the strays, animals, wildlife and other mammals that sought survival. He traveled high and low, surviving using the skills that he had learned from experience. Clashing blades with raiders, hunting for food as the apex predator of the lowlands, even stealing from those that had plenty… sometimes even giving back to those that couldn’t earn much on their own. He became something different. He embodied a different spirit. One that understood the trivialities of life and humanity’s growing struggle with opportunity. His travels took him all over the Lightning Country, from the fertile plains of the Lightning Country’s first settlers to the snow capped peaks of the jagged mountainsides. Kazuma still possessed a scroll of missions that allowed him to do certain mission for Kumogakure, but for the most part he had shirked those obligations to the village. He felt that they didn’t matter anymore. How could he subject himself to such a land that would allow itself to be conquered rather governed by the freedom of choice?
Innocence had turned into ignorance…
The willfully ignorant were as guilty as any culprit…
Democracy into a dictatorship…
His faith fading with each step…
No more. Kazuma had decided that he wouldn’t live his life through a rose colored veil, ignorant to the indiscretions that plagued his land… or any other for that matter. It was time to take fate in his own hands and carve a path for himself. For the sake of the free future that he had envisioned, he would have to succeed where his predecessors had failed.
The woman died believing that she had failed her country and everything that she did was for naught, but that belief that she once held wasn’t wrong. Freedom wasn’t wrong. Kazuma simply didn’t believe that. That woman’s spirit would live on through Kazuma and people like Kazuma. As a man that simply didn’t act soon enough, he owed her at least that much.
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