Osagi Miroku. At least the man was not one to send out an invitation and not answer when you come knocking. Isamu was inspecting a hallway that lead off in the opposite direction of which Osagi approached him from. Where did that hallway lead to and why did Isamu feel an ominous chill pushing against his senses. Isamu has had his personal experiences with the darker more deeper secrets in his past so he knew his senses may know something he has yet to discover. for now, due to his acquaintance approaching him it would be best left for another time. Then, Osagi made his presence known.
"Sunaku Isamu, I take it you decided to take me up on my invitation." he would say before gesturing around him. "Welcome to the Toraono Dojo, magnificent isn't it?"
Isamu looked around the dojo one more time before answering honestly. "Yes, yes it is. A lot larger than I had imagined. Made from a sand worm's rib cage? Or so I have been told from several civilians, anyways."
Isamu was unsure if this was a jest or if it held some truth. The dojo itself was surely big enough, in fact, it was almost too big for it to be true. Now the conversation moved away from formalities towards more pressing matters.
"No doubt you have many questions...my Lord is away at the moment. But I shall do my best to answer any you may have."
Isamu smirked. This man knew him well already. Perhaps Isamu had become quite single minded upon first awakening out of the desert, but now he has regained his purpose and his memory of the shinobi world. Still the fact remains that he has had a large part of his memory unaccountable for, and it is very possible a clan like the Toroano could tell him something he did not know. After all they were one of the clans that has had the hugest impact on Sunagakure. Isamu did not have to be told this information, the fact that their flags fly outside and inside of the village was enough to deduce that information. Know as for what Isamu wanted to know, what happen to his memory is important, but what is more important is why eh came here to begin with. His father, to find out why he was killed in Kirigakure 28 years ago. Was it more than that now, Isamu couldn't be too sure.
"If you recall, I told you I had some personal business to attend to here in Sand and that it was not my first time here to do so. This will be y second time to figure out why my father was killed in Kirigakure by Sand ANBU. He was suppose to be a mediator between the villages, to keep the peace and report any dirty or strange activity from Mist. I was with him when we were surrounded by ANBU that were from the village hidden in the sand. My father was able to protect me with his ninjutsu and lead the ANBU away, but once help arrived for my father....it was far too late. They didn't just kill him....they...feed on him."
Isamu paused to gain his composure, he was obviously mad, hurt, and angry from remembering the memory and it showed through his speech, body language and heart beats. He needed to gain control and after a few seconds he did so and begun talking again. Now, as he began talking fluently and much more in control of his emotions.
"Only one ANBU was killed along side my father, but for what ever reason his fate was the same as my fathers, except his face and prints were gone. This ANBU's identity remains a mystery to this day."
There was his reason for coming to Sand, he needed answers. He needed something. for so long he tied his self down to the land of his mother, trying to latch unto something that could prevent him from spiraling uncontrollably towards the thirst of power. Now with Kirigakure's current condition, Isamu must turn to the land of his father and that of his presume killers.
Isamu looked to Osagi with expressionless eyes "To answer your question, I have need of many answers. I have want of many things. However, I do not require revenge, for I have obtained that. What I require now are answers, and with answers comes more questions. So what I believe happen to my memory is in turn related to my father's murder. In theory, I found out something I shouldn't have. I took that information to the wrong person and ended up hiding underground in the desert because of it. As to how these memories escape me is still unsure."</COLOR><i></i> Isamu rubbed his temple slightly on both sides of his head, as if he could massage the memory back in. Nada, can't hurt to try. <COLOR color="navy">"My question for you is do you recall any disturbances similar to this since you have been living in sand. As well as, do you know anyone who could have the power to distort or erase memories. I know a Yamanaka could with the right training. Perhaps a Uchia or something far darker."
Isamu's mind raced towards that sinister aura he felt earlier pressing against his senses. He hadn't noticed it since Osagi had spoken, but he got caught up in his own head and was ignoring his senses. Now as he awaited Osagi's answers he felt that presence still residing there. Just nudging ever so slightly at him.
Does power call to power, or darkness to darkness?