Drip
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Drip
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Blood dripped from his rusty kunai, drying just as it hit the floor. The temperature was low, but not freezing. The sun was out, but was fading as the darkness traveled with this man. His internal thoughts were even darker. Misery and the company that came with it dawned upon Konohagakure. A once proud ANBU of a the reputable Uchiha clan laid his eyes over what appeared to be a resemblance of what once was considered home. This was the place that betrayed him. This was the land which betrayed his family. Anatsu pulled a very damaged forehead protector which once resembled pride, and brought it towards his forehead. For the first time in years, the metal forged by the fire of Fire Country gazed upon the sun of its birth place. A large scratch ran right throughout the middle of the of it, declaring his rogue status.
This man was no wanderer and certainly no mercenary.
He was a murderer, a nuke, a mad man.
Anatsu's clothes were old and stained with the blood of many fellow shinobi, some tricked into trusting him from this very land. This was a land which was very familiar with death. The shinobi tangent to Anatsu's vision were reminders of that. Anatsu's eyes opened and his smiled widened as he gazed upon his personal reminder of death. This was the very land Anatsu had sprinted away from and yet he had returned. It was greener, and better condition than when he left, yet he did not pretend like he did not know what happened during his absence. Word of his family passing away from the disaster which plagued Konoha turned the once disciplined genuine into an absolute psychopathic killer. His tools, tricks, and techniques which were once used to murder several criminals were now turned towards the common shinobi.
This man was no hero, no sage, and certainly no benevolent Sennin.
He was a villain, a criminal, a mad man.
Anatsu killed for game, for pleasure, and simply because he wanted to. He was on a path of inner self destruction and took it out on the world. An aura of darkness traveled with him and his psychotic laughter terrified the hearts of the bravest shinobi. Every trained ninja, guard, and Kage who knew of Anatsu feared him. Everyone else had heard the myth and prayed that it wasn't true. Konohagakure had just gotten over a disaster but little did she know, another one was coming.
He was a disaster, he was the darkness, he was,
Kokushibyou.
A bubonic plague was heading towards Konohagakure.
[MFT]
S-Rank - 30 Minutes to leave village---> Heading towards Konoha
[Topic Left:30 Minutes]
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Drip
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Blood dripped from his rusty kunai, drying just as it hit the floor. The temperature was low, but not freezing. The sun was out, but was fading as the darkness traveled with this man. His internal thoughts were even darker. Misery and the company that came with it dawned upon Konohagakure. A once proud ANBU of a the reputable Uchiha clan laid his eyes over what appeared to be a resemblance of what once was considered home. This was the place that betrayed him. This was the land which betrayed his family. Anatsu pulled a very damaged forehead protector which once resembled pride, and brought it towards his forehead. For the first time in years, the metal forged by the fire of Fire Country gazed upon the sun of its birth place. A large scratch ran right throughout the middle of the of it, declaring his rogue status.
This man was no wanderer and certainly no mercenary.
He was a murderer, a nuke, a mad man.
Anatsu's clothes were old and stained with the blood of many fellow shinobi, some tricked into trusting him from this very land. This was a land which was very familiar with death. The shinobi tangent to Anatsu's vision were reminders of that. Anatsu's eyes opened and his smiled widened as he gazed upon his personal reminder of death. This was the very land Anatsu had sprinted away from and yet he had returned. It was greener, and better condition than when he left, yet he did not pretend like he did not know what happened during his absence. Word of his family passing away from the disaster which plagued Konoha turned the once disciplined genuine into an absolute psychopathic killer. His tools, tricks, and techniques which were once used to murder several criminals were now turned towards the common shinobi.
This man was no hero, no sage, and certainly no benevolent Sennin.
He was a villain, a criminal, a mad man.
Anatsu killed for game, for pleasure, and simply because he wanted to. He was on a path of inner self destruction and took it out on the world. An aura of darkness traveled with him and his psychotic laughter terrified the hearts of the bravest shinobi. Every trained ninja, guard, and Kage who knew of Anatsu feared him. Everyone else had heard the myth and prayed that it wasn't true. Konohagakure had just gotten over a disaster but little did she know, another one was coming.
He was a disaster, he was the darkness, he was,
Kokushibyou.
A bubonic plague was heading towards Konohagakure.
[MFT]
S-Rank - 30 Minutes to leave village---> Heading towards Konoha
[Topic Left:30 Minutes]