Akira looked down at the body in the dark room, this was out of the way in the Hospital, the darkness of the room hiding what was taking place, as a body lay on the table, a familiar body to most that had been taken without permission, but taken to serve the village once more. Akira allowed himself to glance down at it for a few moments, the books open beside it and only lighting the room around this was someone with no name, a faceless Shinobi that had died, as he looked to the desk the white and red mask of Ishi sitting on it proud, he began his preparation, waiting as he allowed his Chakra to build.
Beginning the new ritual his hands came together, as he with a flourish of actions allowed his Chakra to be engulfed with the draining amounts required for this, as he focused, closing his eyes and seeing lights floating, spirits of the dead and passed in the air though he was hunting for something more specific, he allowed himself to get lost in time, the unknown waiting for him as he walked the path, glancing for what he wanted, or more specifically who he wanted.
After what seemed to be hours, the brightest light floating could be seen, the unresting, unrelenting Soul of a Ex-ANBU Captain and Ex-Head Jounin. The perfect soldier in most ways and one that would serve him now, bound to his eternal will and damned to never relent or rest until his duty and service were deemed completed. For this one, there would be nothing but the service and the destruction that he would unleash all for Akira. As the teenager stood there his hand reached out, the light tried to move, shift, or escape the inevitable fate.
Grasping it firmly in his fingers, he opened his eyes, placing his palm onto the corpse lying down, he moved away slightly as his Chakra was absorbed, and the form moved, shifted, and changed. Transforming to the exact appearance of its old glorified shinobi form. Ishi lay on the table, his body restored with the presence of the soul within it, Akira breathed deep and hard the Chakra that had been consumed was in a quantity he didn't think was possible. He had changed a lot since the day of being a student, and this was his final path to step.
Ishi's eyes sprung open, as he lay there, the body heaving up and down as the chest moved the Chakra flowing into the former Shinobi as it tried to understand its bearings, as his eyes fell onto the form of Akira who stood over him, a smug look of satisfaction on his face.
"Why..."
"In death duty does not end it seems, you are now my disposable soldier, you will do my bidding and work for me, your damned soul corrupted, your pure ideals burned, and my will now the only orders of instructions"
"But why..."
"Because Ishi, you will destroy everything you held before death"
With the words Akira picked up the mask and robes of the fallen Shinobi, placing them onto him before he grabbed the mask and walked up, he looked at the normally faceless Shinobi, the loss, and despair in his eyes, Akira watched the single tear roll down the face before the mask covered him away once more. With a faint order of will, Ishi moved from the table, and walked forward, into the coffin that stood ready, standing and rotating to face it, Akira finished the seals, and the binding, and watched the Coffin etch the words Fukushu Ishi onto its front, sealing him away until needed and vanishing from sight.
Akira removed any evidence of what had taken place, anything that would even tie back to him, as he knew full well that this was not something he wanted to be caught doing before he dissipated the candles extinguishing the light that had damned the dead to another life of service.
[Topic Entered]
[Topic Left]
[TWC: 670]
[Impure World Resurrection Creation]
[Approval of FUKUSHU ISHI to become IWR given by myself]
Beginning the new ritual his hands came together, as he with a flourish of actions allowed his Chakra to be engulfed with the draining amounts required for this, as he focused, closing his eyes and seeing lights floating, spirits of the dead and passed in the air though he was hunting for something more specific, he allowed himself to get lost in time, the unknown waiting for him as he walked the path, glancing for what he wanted, or more specifically who he wanted.
After what seemed to be hours, the brightest light floating could be seen, the unresting, unrelenting Soul of a Ex-ANBU Captain and Ex-Head Jounin. The perfect soldier in most ways and one that would serve him now, bound to his eternal will and damned to never relent or rest until his duty and service were deemed completed. For this one, there would be nothing but the service and the destruction that he would unleash all for Akira. As the teenager stood there his hand reached out, the light tried to move, shift, or escape the inevitable fate.
Grasping it firmly in his fingers, he opened his eyes, placing his palm onto the corpse lying down, he moved away slightly as his Chakra was absorbed, and the form moved, shifted, and changed. Transforming to the exact appearance of its old glorified shinobi form. Ishi lay on the table, his body restored with the presence of the soul within it, Akira breathed deep and hard the Chakra that had been consumed was in a quantity he didn't think was possible. He had changed a lot since the day of being a student, and this was his final path to step.
Ishi's eyes sprung open, as he lay there, the body heaving up and down as the chest moved the Chakra flowing into the former Shinobi as it tried to understand its bearings, as his eyes fell onto the form of Akira who stood over him, a smug look of satisfaction on his face.
"Why..."
"In death duty does not end it seems, you are now my disposable soldier, you will do my bidding and work for me, your damned soul corrupted, your pure ideals burned, and my will now the only orders of instructions"
"But why..."
"Because Ishi, you will destroy everything you held before death"
With the words Akira picked up the mask and robes of the fallen Shinobi, placing them onto him before he grabbed the mask and walked up, he looked at the normally faceless Shinobi, the loss, and despair in his eyes, Akira watched the single tear roll down the face before the mask covered him away once more. With a faint order of will, Ishi moved from the table, and walked forward, into the coffin that stood ready, standing and rotating to face it, Akira finished the seals, and the binding, and watched the Coffin etch the words Fukushu Ishi onto its front, sealing him away until needed and vanishing from sight.
Akira removed any evidence of what had taken place, anything that would even tie back to him, as he knew full well that this was not something he wanted to be caught doing before he dissipated the candles extinguishing the light that had damned the dead to another life of service.
[Topic Entered]
[Topic Left]
[TWC: 670]
[Impure World Resurrection Creation]
[Approval of FUKUSHU ISHI to become IWR given by myself]