There once was a white sage who stood over Konohagakure as a pillar of hope. His medical expertise rivaled his physical attributes and vast knowledge of ninjutsu. He stood taller than the average man and possessed the strength of a lion. He was brave and feared no man. His light shined throughout the village. This is not the story of this man. This is the story of the darkness which approached the new beacon of hope.
The Phoenix Gates
The all protecting gates that surround the village known as Konohagakure. These gates were freshly built after the Fire Country Civil war and as a sign of peace carry both shinobi and samurai styled influence. With the insignia of Konohagakure branded on the tall wooden gates and accompanying Phoenix adornments present throughout to usher in a rebirth of the Fire Country, the chakra infused structure is a beacon of hope for those that look to the light in their darkest hour. With guards stationed around the clock to spot any and all would be problems that might approach those behind the sturdy protective walls.
The Return
The insignia of Konohagakure branded on the tall wooden gates once meant something to Anatsu. There were many improvements made to this new structure. However, they were unscathed and unharmed. These walls had not seen battle, which was a direct reflection of the like shinobi that were within them. Anatsu once stood over these gates as a proud ANBU. His forehead protector did not have a massive line scratched through its center back then. His face, currently the face of madness itself, was once covered by the mask of an eraser, an Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai of Konohagakure. He was one of the most talented ANBU to ever grace the hidden village in the leaves. He now returned, not as an eraser, not as an ANBU, not as a hero or a beacon of hope...
He returned as a mad man. He was the Kokushibyou.
Character Description
Anatsu's dark brown eyes were big and always wide open. The once relaxed Uchiha was now a wired mad man, not a crazy man, but a blood thirsty mad man. His clothes were old and full of blood stains. Most of the stains were old, yet many were fresh. His forehead protector was placed firmly in its rightful place, with a large scratch running through the middle of it, indicating his rogue status. He was of average height and the average weight of a muscular man.
The Forced Entry
Anatsu had approached the gates, he now needed a way in. It was dark out, which would aid his stealthy approach. These gates were new, yet resembled many of the old characteristics that an experienced ANBU would know how to infiltrate. However, it would still require excellence. Anatsu was mad, he was blood thirsty, but he was also somewhat excellent.
Sharingan! whispered Anatsu under his breath as the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan made its first career appearance in over thirteen years. Anatsu was known back in his ANBU years as somewhat of a speedster. There were very, very few who could rival his speed. It was unclear if Anatsu's investment in ninjutsu had taken away from his physical training, but he was still very fast. Not quite a blur, but he was fast. Anatsu, now a man in his late twenties, was determined to utilize genjutsu to distract any guard who managed to spot him as he quickly forced his way through the gates. As much as he wanted to slaughter every man on present, he needed to remain a myth for just a little while longer.
He possessed the skills of the Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai, but he was no ANBU.
He possessed the skills of an eraser, but he did not erase for this village.
He possessed the heart to fear no man, but every man feared him.
He was no hero, he was no citizen of a proud village.
This is not the story of a man finding happiness in his old home. This is not the tale of a white sage. This is not the tale of a wanderer or an ordinary rogue shinobi.
This was the start of a nightmare which would one day be erased from the history books.
This was the Kokushibyou of Konohagakure.
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The Phoenix Gates
The all protecting gates that surround the village known as Konohagakure. These gates were freshly built after the Fire Country Civil war and as a sign of peace carry both shinobi and samurai styled influence. With the insignia of Konohagakure branded on the tall wooden gates and accompanying Phoenix adornments present throughout to usher in a rebirth of the Fire Country, the chakra infused structure is a beacon of hope for those that look to the light in their darkest hour. With guards stationed around the clock to spot any and all would be problems that might approach those behind the sturdy protective walls.
The Return
The insignia of Konohagakure branded on the tall wooden gates once meant something to Anatsu. There were many improvements made to this new structure. However, they were unscathed and unharmed. These walls had not seen battle, which was a direct reflection of the like shinobi that were within them. Anatsu once stood over these gates as a proud ANBU. His forehead protector did not have a massive line scratched through its center back then. His face, currently the face of madness itself, was once covered by the mask of an eraser, an Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai of Konohagakure. He was one of the most talented ANBU to ever grace the hidden village in the leaves. He now returned, not as an eraser, not as an ANBU, not as a hero or a beacon of hope...
He returned as a mad man. He was the Kokushibyou.
Character Description
Anatsu's dark brown eyes were big and always wide open. The once relaxed Uchiha was now a wired mad man, not a crazy man, but a blood thirsty mad man. His clothes were old and full of blood stains. Most of the stains were old, yet many were fresh. His forehead protector was placed firmly in its rightful place, with a large scratch running through the middle of it, indicating his rogue status. He was of average height and the average weight of a muscular man.
The Forced Entry
Anatsu had approached the gates, he now needed a way in. It was dark out, which would aid his stealthy approach. These gates were new, yet resembled many of the old characteristics that an experienced ANBU would know how to infiltrate. However, it would still require excellence. Anatsu was mad, he was blood thirsty, but he was also somewhat excellent.
Sharingan! whispered Anatsu under his breath as the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan made its first career appearance in over thirteen years. Anatsu was known back in his ANBU years as somewhat of a speedster. There were very, very few who could rival his speed. It was unclear if Anatsu's investment in ninjutsu had taken away from his physical training, but he was still very fast. Not quite a blur, but he was fast. Anatsu, now a man in his late twenties, was determined to utilize genjutsu to distract any guard who managed to spot him as he quickly forced his way through the gates. As much as he wanted to slaughter every man on present, he needed to remain a myth for just a little while longer.
He possessed the skills of the Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai, but he was no ANBU.
He possessed the skills of an eraser, but he did not erase for this village.
He possessed the heart to fear no man, but every man feared him.
He was no hero, he was no citizen of a proud village.
This is not the story of a man finding happiness in his old home. This is not the tale of a white sage. This is not the tale of a wanderer or an ordinary rogue shinobi.
This was the start of a nightmare which would one day be erased from the history books.
This was the Kokushibyou of Konohagakure.
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