The sun was setting on what was another exhausting day in Yamigakure, the members of the Myakashi clan setting to work repairing structures, hunting, travelling to Suta, and generally keeping the place running. Several of them were undergoing training exercises in the large forecourt of the monastery, the sounds of wood clashing, fists hitting bodies, and teachers lectures giving life to this little village.
It was this scene that a young-looking Myakashi Migoya overlooked, a measure of pride at how adaptable his clan had been after being ousted from Konohagakure. This region was not an easy place to live, and was certainly not comfortable, yet at least the view was spectacular. His gaze looked around the horizon, taking in the jungle below when they rested on a figure making his way up the pathway, surrounded by a couple of children clamoring around the figure.
Grabbing hold of his staff, Migoya quickly leapt to the entrance of Yukigakure, underneath a large red Torri gate, his form casting a large shadow across the ground.
“Ah Doku-san. I am glad you are safe my brother.” Migoya walked forward, a rare and honest grin on his face as he took Doku into a warm embrace. “I must admit when I saw Maki take down Yong I was… concerned. I trust he is healing well under Hisao's care. Fate has brought us here to a new beginning”.
A small white-haired boy, very similar in appearance to Migoya, yelled out a rather offensive word before rushing between the pair, chasing after a young girl whose laughter peeled through the night sky. Migoya’s crimson gaze followed the pair along with a smirk - his grandchildren were a handful.
“I have much to thank you and Hisao for. You have sacrificed so much, too much. But know this - you are now Myakashi, and part of my family. There are no secrets from you.”
About time, I was getting bloody annoyed at staying quiet all the time around this geezer.
Mikki poked a wooden head from out of Migoya’s hood. The pair had met before, but Mikki had rarely conversed with anyone for any length of time and, unfortunately, Doku now was the target of his words.
So… Yong taught you? You are one of those bone head ones huh? Ripping out your spine and such. Sounds like a wonderful fighting style… oh, just stand there while I pull out my own spine and hit you with it. So is your skull like really thick? And when you get a boner...
“You will have to get used to ignoring Mikki. It’s the best way to deal with him.” Migoya interrupted. “He’s a Tsukumogami - one of a type of spirit that this world is full of and, well, I have only just learned about properly, amongst other things.”
We are the best though.
Migoya snorted with a mixture of derision and laughter. However, after looking up at Doku that expression changed. His eyes seemed to be searching for something in Doku’s face - enough to make the man feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if Migoya was reaching into his soul.
“Perhaps… perhaps there is a way I could repay you. Tell me Doku-san, what are your thoughts on the notion of good and evil?”
[OOC: Possibly teaching Doku the 'Kami' contract as per Contract Mastery]
It was this scene that a young-looking Myakashi Migoya overlooked, a measure of pride at how adaptable his clan had been after being ousted from Konohagakure. This region was not an easy place to live, and was certainly not comfortable, yet at least the view was spectacular. His gaze looked around the horizon, taking in the jungle below when they rested on a figure making his way up the pathway, surrounded by a couple of children clamoring around the figure.
Grabbing hold of his staff, Migoya quickly leapt to the entrance of Yukigakure, underneath a large red Torri gate, his form casting a large shadow across the ground.
“Ah Doku-san. I am glad you are safe my brother.” Migoya walked forward, a rare and honest grin on his face as he took Doku into a warm embrace. “I must admit when I saw Maki take down Yong I was… concerned. I trust he is healing well under Hisao's care. Fate has brought us here to a new beginning”.
A small white-haired boy, very similar in appearance to Migoya, yelled out a rather offensive word before rushing between the pair, chasing after a young girl whose laughter peeled through the night sky. Migoya’s crimson gaze followed the pair along with a smirk - his grandchildren were a handful.
“I have much to thank you and Hisao for. You have sacrificed so much, too much. But know this - you are now Myakashi, and part of my family. There are no secrets from you.”
About time, I was getting bloody annoyed at staying quiet all the time around this geezer.
Mikki poked a wooden head from out of Migoya’s hood. The pair had met before, but Mikki had rarely conversed with anyone for any length of time and, unfortunately, Doku now was the target of his words.
So… Yong taught you? You are one of those bone head ones huh? Ripping out your spine and such. Sounds like a wonderful fighting style… oh, just stand there while I pull out my own spine and hit you with it. So is your skull like really thick? And when you get a boner...
“You will have to get used to ignoring Mikki. It’s the best way to deal with him.” Migoya interrupted. “He’s a Tsukumogami - one of a type of spirit that this world is full of and, well, I have only just learned about properly, amongst other things.”
We are the best though.
Migoya snorted with a mixture of derision and laughter. However, after looking up at Doku that expression changed. His eyes seemed to be searching for something in Doku’s face - enough to make the man feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if Migoya was reaching into his soul.
“Perhaps… perhaps there is a way I could repay you. Tell me Doku-san, what are your thoughts on the notion of good and evil?”
[OOC: Possibly teaching Doku the 'Kami' contract as per Contract Mastery]