It had been a long time coming but finally Kushin had all he needed.
His wife was in the kitchen, the house didn't smell of sex today, that was pleasant. He moved through the corridors to go see his son. He was walking now, a young rascal in the making and could say a couple of words. The young toddler got up and stumbled towards his father upon seeing him and Kushin sat on the floor. The words stumbled from the boys mouth like his walk stumbled across the floor. Falling not once but twice on his way to his fathers waiting hands the baby would look up, tears welling in his eyes only to receive the fathers stern look. Getting back up he had received his fathers will, his fathers strength, and his father would make sure that he would receive his fathers power before his time was over.
Finally reaching Kushin, Kushin cuddled the child to his chest and gave a smile which would only ever be shared between a father and son. A loving smile, care and a bond which he would share with none other. Others might please him, killing might satisfy him, both those might at times cause him to smile a small smile, but only his son could make him look like this.
Today daddy will complete a new jutsu. I'm going to be able to keep recordings, as many as I want so that one day you'll be able to see everything that your daddy knows for yourself.
Playing with the little guy for a short time he would eventually carry him down to the basement. A place which only he had access to, his wife had tried to access it a couple of times. Perhaps in an attempt to gain leverage on him, but had failed. The evidence both on her and on the door were evidence enough.
Down in the dark room, Kushin placed his child in the play area there that his son enjoyed so much and went to work. Every now and then Kushin would look to the boy and see him studying his father. And Kushin would know in those moments that his son was his son, and that one day he would surpass his father. That thought made Kushin as happy as he could possibly feel, for it was the next generation's strength that Kushin worked so hard for.
Opening a cabinet there were at least a dozen brains on jars, with short unraveled scrolls on each. Forming the handseals he'd taught himself he focused on the recordings which he had stored for so long.
Words etched into one of the jars, filling it with three recordings.
Jar 1
- Keiji's Murder of Cloud Shinobi
- Kosei's Ring Theft
- Kitsune's Kinjutsu Operation
With that Kushin's own mind was cleared of those recordings. Now he could record without fear of losing information. Information which might one day prove useful.
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His wife was in the kitchen, the house didn't smell of sex today, that was pleasant. He moved through the corridors to go see his son. He was walking now, a young rascal in the making and could say a couple of words. The young toddler got up and stumbled towards his father upon seeing him and Kushin sat on the floor. The words stumbled from the boys mouth like his walk stumbled across the floor. Falling not once but twice on his way to his fathers waiting hands the baby would look up, tears welling in his eyes only to receive the fathers stern look. Getting back up he had received his fathers will, his fathers strength, and his father would make sure that he would receive his fathers power before his time was over.
Finally reaching Kushin, Kushin cuddled the child to his chest and gave a smile which would only ever be shared between a father and son. A loving smile, care and a bond which he would share with none other. Others might please him, killing might satisfy him, both those might at times cause him to smile a small smile, but only his son could make him look like this.
Today daddy will complete a new jutsu. I'm going to be able to keep recordings, as many as I want so that one day you'll be able to see everything that your daddy knows for yourself.
Playing with the little guy for a short time he would eventually carry him down to the basement. A place which only he had access to, his wife had tried to access it a couple of times. Perhaps in an attempt to gain leverage on him, but had failed. The evidence both on her and on the door were evidence enough.
Down in the dark room, Kushin placed his child in the play area there that his son enjoyed so much and went to work. Every now and then Kushin would look to the boy and see him studying his father. And Kushin would know in those moments that his son was his son, and that one day he would surpass his father. That thought made Kushin as happy as he could possibly feel, for it was the next generation's strength that Kushin worked so hard for.
Opening a cabinet there were at least a dozen brains on jars, with short unraveled scrolls on each. Forming the handseals he'd taught himself he focused on the recordings which he had stored for so long.
Words etched into one of the jars, filling it with three recordings.
Jar 1
- Keiji's Murder of Cloud Shinobi
- Kosei's Ring Theft
- Kitsune's Kinjutsu Operation
With that Kushin's own mind was cleared of those recordings. Now he could record without fear of losing information. Information which might one day prove useful.
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