Private Operation: Dark Water

[Kagami Miro]

In the heart of the bustling city of Kumogakure, where towering skyscrapers breached the heavens and neon lights painted the streets in a vivid glow, a sinister plan was quietly set into motion. At the center of this web of deceit and power stood Kagami Mirō, current Sennin of the ANBU Black Ops, a beautiful and passionate leader who had risen to prominence with hard work and loyalty to her nation. But beneath her polished exterior lay a heart blackened by ambition, hatred and a hunger for dominion. This pattern of behavior had been etched into the history books by the infamous Uchiha clan.

Unbeknownst to the citizens she swore to protect, Mirō had devised a devious scheme to harness the power of a rare and dangerous mineral known as Eos Prism. This extraordinary iridescent stone that seems to hold the secrets of distant galaxies within its depths possessed the ability to tap into the energy of the stars, granting them the ability to foresee events and channel cosmic forces. Making it a coveted asset for the nation's technological advancements and deepening humanity's understanding of the divine. Yet, the extraction of Eos Prism was a perilous and laborious endeavor, confined to the deepest recesses of the earth, hidden away from prying eyes.

Deep within the labyrinth expanse of the Monumentum Deo, a secret cave network concealed the Eos Prism mines. The caves were muted and dull, layered within subterranean shadows, where no ray of sunlight dared to pierce the oppressive darkness. Crystals of the Eos Prism marked the cavern walls like water-starved veins on human arms, their eerie lavender glow casted an otherworldly radiance upon the ‘desperate souls’ who moved within.

Mirō had managed to consolidate her power in a way that none before her could fathom, especially at such a young age. She began to manipulate the prison system, turning it into an instrument of her malevolent vision. Criminals of all stripes, from petty thieves to hardened slavers, were plucked from their cells under the guise of reform and redemption. Policy had been revamped to force the prisoners in a state of forced labor or suffer dire consequences. The Sennin's face became known as the psychotic tsundere, a volatile mix of personalities. Stakes on her shoulder weighed heavy and the sudden knowledge of the Raikage and the Main Branch Sennin’s traversal to Konohagakure forced her hand to expedite the processes. The prisoners were promised a chance at a new life, a chance to contribute to the nation's progress. Little did they know, they were stepping into a nightmare that would forever shackle their fates to an iron ball and chain…

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[Kagami Miro]

Behind every twist and turn of the expansive cavern were layers of shinobi that Mirō hand picked by loyalty and experience. Umbrafell, a budding organization that few knew existed. Those selected worked under the direct command of their superior leader. A loyalist to the land that saved her and wants nothing more but for it to prosper for millennia to come. These shinobi monitored the prisoners' work, even to the point of selecting the most heinous of criminals a right of superiority over the lessers in a management system. One-hundred percent of the profits and zero work, a means of sacrifice to make sure the ANBU Sennin’s goals were met. In her eyes, there lies a beacon of light that was Kumogakure and those who sought to harm it must be dealt with.

Deep within the steel halls of the Sileo Tempestas the skitter of mice could not be heard. A deafening silence entangled in an aura of darkness that sat behind a massive torii gate with a doorway made with thousands upon thousands of paper sheets. A clear mark of the Sennins workspace. Sealed tightly with mantras embused with charka that forbid any shinobi or kunoichi from entering without the direct assistance of the ANBU Sennin. Behind the thick doorway stood the Sennin in the center of an ancient cybersigil carved into the floor. The light from above beamed brightly onto Mirō who stood draped in an iridescent cloak that glimmered and shifted to her surroundings like a chameleon. Circled around her were her subordinates of Umbrafell. Kneeled before their great superior in vanta black ANBU attire, they eagerly awaited another command from Mirō.

A wide sinister smile crept across glossed lips and her entrancing voice that resonated with an otherworldly charm, leaving her subordinates spellbound. “My kin. Your unbound loyalty to Kumogakure speaks volumes when our eyes see the seeds of our fruition and struggle blossom. Those with fat pockets, crimes of corruption and greed have been coerced with our… influence.” From her chest a charming giggle rumbled past her pink lips. “My vision of a village, basking in the radiant glory of treasures, peace and most importantly the strength of a superpower that towers over the dogs that have harmed us.” Her smile was swept away by the thought of the disgusting leaf dogs and the historic mistreatment of the Uchiha clan. The ANBU Sennin’s members of Umbrafell saw the light and passion in their leader's hypnotic words. They were fully invested in the uprising of Kumogakure, even though the Sennin had spells of ulterior motives.

The Sennins’ hands rose slowly from her sides as if she was the conductor of a massive orchestra. Fine black nailed digits unraveled as if welcoming the bright eyes of her comrades to witness her passion. “Please, allow me to guide you, us, Kumogakure, into heavenly gates that rest upon the tallest mountain of the Spine. From there the world is ours to use in the name of Kumogakure! To elevate our power to greater heights, as we speak those who’ve wronged us are mining away at the deepest depths of the mountain in search for a newfound material. Eos Prism.” Her outspread hands clasped together while blood trickled down the sides of her cheeks. Few had the luxury to witness an Uchiha bear their Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan and lived to tell the tale. As her hands pulled away from each other a black sliver appeared. From the ground well past the top of the Sennins head it grew wider until a doorway filled with void vibrated softly in front of her and Umbrafell.

From the abyss a foot emerged, and then another of a different size. Finally out stepped two shinobi at wildly different heights. The first, Dokkan, a tall man standing at six foot five inches and black short messy hair. And on the left, Vigil, a woman at the same height as their Sennin stood next to him covered in bandages and a purple tattered cloak. The black void doorway quickly closed behind them and their grand entrance had come to an end. With haste both turned to prostrate themselves to their glorious leader. Vigil spoke up with her bubbly voice fit for singing like an idol rather than the ANBU. A hand rummaged in her pocket to pull out a large burlap sack. Her arm extended out to Mirō. “My, my looorrrd! The first months’ haul of Eos Prism has been harvested! I beg of you, take your winnings!” Such a wise-ass as usual by Vigil, sucking up to her Sennin.

On her left Dokkan the Mute signed for his superior to humbly accept their offering. Pearly sharp white teeth radiated bright past parted pink lips. With grace Mirō accepted their offering. “Ah~! Our dues have brought results, my kin.” Fingers effortlessly ripped away the burlap sack to reveal a weighty chunk of ore that vibrated and hummed an otherworldly bravado. A purple piece of material that twinkled with an iridescent glow. At last, a prize to elevate their existence and a means of leveling that pitiful dungpile Konohagakure, and inevitably paying off Akkuma. ‘As if he’ll be problematic.’ Her mind giggled psychotically, her contract relishing in the moment with a demonic laugh with her summoner.

After her moment of pride the Sennin’s red hues looked past her hands that held the large basketball sized ore and unto Vigil and Dokkan. “Thank you for bringing this to me post-haste.” Her entrancing words brought warmth to both Vigil and Dokkan. Their Sennin, a shinobi prodigy that still treasured and thanked those beneath her. Always and forever on her radar. This moment held truth and had been solidified many moons beforehand when they both witnessed Mirō’s true pain at the grave sites of her fallen subordinates. The glint in their eyes never dimmed as the Sennin continued on. “Eos Prism has the power to tap into the stars above. Its volatile energy allows one to access and channel cosmic forces. The visions I saw during the war effort weren’t vision but alternate realities with beasts beyond our comprehension. With Eos Prism we can harness that power to elevate Kumogakure into the arms of Raiden.” The sparkle in her eyes told Umbrafell of her passion and truth. Devout to the cause they eagerly awaited the serenading words of their leader again.

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[To be continued]​

 

[Kagami Miro]

Umbrafell simultaneously held their breaths in anticipation for the Sennin’s next words. The chunk of ore vibrated within her palms. Mirō welcomed the vibration and matched its intensity with her own twisted chakra. The crystalized chunk began to growl with each passing moment. A pulse of energy that dimmed and flared like an invigorated heartbeat. The air around the Sennin began to swirl. Black tresses fluttered at the intensity of the winds and red hues locked in on the phenomenon. Umbrafell remained quiet as they witnessed what came to be a possession.

The dark red chakra that coalesced within Mirō had been enveloped by the radiating white energy Eos Prism possessed. Her memories and thoughts began to overlap with inhuman words etched in divinity. Her mind swirled like a storm with the imagery of the beings she witnessed during the war. Only this time… these large deities direct her vision to another world. An alternate reality that felt painfully real. In a frantic panic Mirō looked around but saw nothing. A saving grace betrayed by her other senses. Her body felt twisted and maimed as if hooks were impaled around her and chained tightly. The wails of terror and chaos streamed through her ears. She tried to scream, but her breath was overwhelmed with the scent of clouds of smoke from a damn close fire. ‘Is this… the future..?!’ Her heart raced, the future painted a bleak piece of what felt like Kumo in ruins all due to the Demons action.

From the outside looking in Umbrafell witnessed their Sennin roar out in agony. White light violently beamed out of her eyes and raging mouth. A horrific display as the white light began to rapidly shift into the cosmos. A blackened space with infinite stars and colors, or at least they thought. Dokkan and Vigil lurched forward but stopped dead in their tracks as the Sennin extended her arm with her palm out to them. The stars within the light rays began to open into grungy eyes that shook intensely. A feeling of dread fell over those who peered into them. At that moment the pupils of the eyes spun into that infamous design of their Sennin’s eternal mangekyou sharingan. At that moment, the light began to recede back into Mirō’s head. The insufferable pain she felt began to subside, her being shakily stood up on both feet. With 10 toes on the ground she regained her balance in a moment's notice.

A calloused hand reached up to cup her face in shock. The pain that radiated throughout her body felt akin to the death laser from Maru that charred her to death. Mirō’s red hues stared through her fingers to the floor, her mind had begun to take in all that had happened. A wicked smile washed over her shocked lips. “The power of Eos Prism…” Her silvery words turned into a mad giggle. What her subordinates witnessed dared not be uttered aloud. Their Sennin’s maddening giggle continued on. Was she truly losing her mind?

The depths of her mind continued to wail and race throughout her skull. The tension around her felt akin to a belt being tightened around a watermelon. Just as Mirō thought her mind would succumb to the madness a radiant warmth began to relax her shoulders. Within the confines of her mind lingered her contract, Naibu. In the darkness a small girl with long black tresses wept into her hands. From the sky Naibu gracefully fluttered down like a golden angel dipped in gold with a twinkling trail behind her. Soft arms with a warmth Mirō could not understand lazily draped over her shoulders and crossed at her chest. Naibu whispered into Mirō’s ear and eventually she stopped weeping.

In reality her breathing began to return to normal. The pain subsided with great haste. On ten toes Mirō stood broken and rebuilt in a matter of minutes. “My lord…?” Vigil found the courage to pipe up. Sennin's horrified face snapped into her facade. Pink lips turned into a smile. An attempt to lead Vigil away from her true emotions. The bags under her eyes said otherwise. Vigil moved forward to speak again but a hand grabbed her wrist. Linen cloth brushed her skin, notifying her senses that it was Dokkan who stopped her from prodding further. Dull gray hues looked back at faded orbs, the silence spoke for itself in an unison they agreed to not press further.

In parted breaths the Sennin spoke out to her kin. “Dokkan… Vigil… Continue operations for the mission. Eos Prism… is the key to Kumogakure’s success.” The visions she witnessed played back through her mind like a broken record. The jumbled mess of wires she called anxiety sat in the pit of her stomach. What continued to plague her were the outliers who attempted to see through her vision of paradise and raze the land with evil intent. Konoha. Akkuma. Traitorous Shinboi of Kumogakure. These thorns in her side needed to be dealt with, permanently. “You have all witnessed the power of Eos Prism and my strength to tame the cosmic deity. Follow me and I promise to lead Kumogakure to the bright lights of paradise.”

Without a word the knelt shinobi of Umbrafell drew the symbol beneath their Sennin’s feet across their chest. Over their heart their own clenched fist pounded onto their chest as if to solidify their devotion. Mirō threw out her arm to them to wireless dismiss her organization back to their duties. Alone in an empty room Mirō looked back down at the vibrating mineral deposit in her hands. After a moment of deep contemplation she stored the mineral in a hidden compartment within the room. “It is time… to tie up loose ends.”

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