Junko Had managed to exit the village. Leaving the inner village area to have a break from the exhausting working environment. He had been working diligently on paperwork for weeks, studying, completing missions, and attending to hospital duties for months non-stop. To top it all off, he was now one with one of hells ferocious demons. Mazoku, the blood demon king from the firry pits of the underworld. He was a demon with an enormous ego. After all, he was king. At least he had the proper power to back up his huge ego though.
Being outside the village brung Junko comfort. It was a place he grew to know quite well due to Daisukes extreme training. Having Junko to live outside the village, adapting to the environment, it all changed training to surviving. As an orphan, naturally, surviving was all Junko knew. Junko's struggles made him. From the pain roaring growls that teased him, down to the chilled nights that froze his heart with no parents. The poor child's tears were his worst enemy, constantly fighting them off not to show weakness, because in the ninja world, weaknesses got you killed.
The beautiful sound of birds sung in the distance as the sun pierced through the plush clouds. The bright sun rays covered the land as the calming sound of a near stream flowed. Dragon flies buzzed in urgency as they retreated from the croaking frogs in the distance. The wilderness was beautiful, a marvelous day for relaxation. Junko sat in the soft lush grass, legs crossed with his hands resting in his lap. His mind blank as he meditated near the stream. Resting with his eyes closed, being Cool, calm, collective, and one with the environment itself. He was Balancing himself between light, and dark. He refused to lose himself. Despite the dark entity bound to his soul, Junko was still a gentle spirit at heart.
A chilling breeze could be felt against his face, his jacket partially shifting due to the wind. Fully equipped, dressed in his wonderful all black suit with gold trimmings, Junko deeply inhaled a breath of the exotic fresh air. Letting out a smooth exhale, soothing his body from head to toe. A breath taking butterfly soon floated about, landing on Junko's nose. It's wings were blessed with magnificent colors of red and blue with a detailed design like no other. A rare encounter indeed, but it flew away at a thunderous crack of a tree branch.
The branch soon fell, hitting the ground with a thud. The lovely song from the distant birds soon became a crying screech. Junko's eyes slowly opened, the light hitting his eyes seemed blinding, causing him to squint. Turning his head, he could see the scene perfectly. It was quite devastating, but nothing compared to the days in the ER. Using his seikon ability to manipulate reality itself, Junko vanished in an instant, releasing a bit of warping energy. Reappearing on his feet at the scene. Junko could see the fallen branch, destroyed nest, and a tiny brown bird yelling for help. The bird flapped vigorously, only one wing able to move. It was quite a sight.
"It seems as if my job is never over." The young MiT said placing a hand on the tree. Concentrating his chakra, letting it flow into the tree, soon a new branch began to form. Leaves sprouting from it, creating new life. Thanks to Junko's wood element, he was even able to make skimpy vines sprout to form a luxurious nest. Finishing up, Junko grabbed the bird with two hands, careful not to injure it anymore. Placing one hand over the bird, encasing it in his hands, Junko began to focus his chakra once more. Using a simple medical jutsu, Junko's hands brightened with a large green glow. Within several minutes, the illumination from Junko's hands died down.
Within a split second, Junko once again vanished. Reappearing with chakra concentrated at his feet, standing on the tree horizontally using a simple chakra control ability. Placing the bird within the nest, the bird chirped vigorously. Filled with energy and excitement after being granted a second chance of survival, or at least that's how Junko saw it. Jumping from the tree, landing back on the ground, Junko looked up. Studying the bird, who was now back singing. "Sing on little buddy." Junko said quite happy that he saved a life. After all, life was something to cherish.
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