Mikaboshi had a problem. One not easily solved.
Since taking over as the warden of the Obsidian Palace he had begun experimenting with the cast-offs and the dregs of society, twisting their flesh and bending their minds to serve his purposes. So far he'd been somewhat successful in molding minions which could suit his needs but they were fragile and useless to the utmost degree. They could not take his orders for any useful period of time and were completely unviable as enforcers due to their fragility and simple minds. It was truly a sad state of affairs. He'd hoped that through application of chakra and what little he knew of the human body he might be able to forge a human into something more useful but thus far had been met with little to no real success. Still, he had to admit that he'd made some little progress and that was better than nothing. After all his failures only represented ways that he could now cross off of his list as ways that simply wouldn't work.
The underlying problem was with the implacable nature of the human spirit. Souls tended to retain a level of their individuality even once extracted from the flesh that it once inhabited and that meant any souls which he took from living human beings had their own personalities to them and understandably Mikaboshi did not possess the cream of the crop where human personality was concerned. He was pulling materials from a stock of souls which were the worst Sunagakure had to offer and if he pushed his luck any further by abducting any more people or anyone more important from the streets than he already had then he risked putting more attention onto his "night time activities" than he wished. They were naturally for the greater good of Sunagakure but he doubted most of it's populace would see it that way. The arts that he practiced within his lair deep in the gloom of the Palace were too similar to those of individuals that shinobi society referred to as Dark Sages. Different in the sense that he did not wish to create automatons which were strictly bound to his will but similar. Similar enough that he knew they would hate him for even attempting such atrocities. Such was the fate of innovators; society often hated that which they could not understand.
But there was hope yet. In the surrounding territories of the Wind Country there were places that Mikaboshi knew supernatural beings similar to himself still frequented. Ancient pacts beasts, Mikaboshi knew enough of them to know that their unique type of chakra could be useful to him his experiments. Of course, he would need to find the right type that possessed a chakra similar enough to the work he was doing and then convince them to give him the right to summon their members to his side which, if they were as rare as he'd heard, would likely be the easier part. After all, what pact beast would not want the name of a former Ancient Lord upon their roster? Wrapped in his strange black garb that seemed to drag the shadows of the cavern of Sunagakure along with him as he materialized out of the darkness, Mikaboshi waited silently for one of his "colleagues" to arrive on scene to document his departure from the village.
[Requesting Exit]
Since taking over as the warden of the Obsidian Palace he had begun experimenting with the cast-offs and the dregs of society, twisting their flesh and bending their minds to serve his purposes. So far he'd been somewhat successful in molding minions which could suit his needs but they were fragile and useless to the utmost degree. They could not take his orders for any useful period of time and were completely unviable as enforcers due to their fragility and simple minds. It was truly a sad state of affairs. He'd hoped that through application of chakra and what little he knew of the human body he might be able to forge a human into something more useful but thus far had been met with little to no real success. Still, he had to admit that he'd made some little progress and that was better than nothing. After all his failures only represented ways that he could now cross off of his list as ways that simply wouldn't work.
The underlying problem was with the implacable nature of the human spirit. Souls tended to retain a level of their individuality even once extracted from the flesh that it once inhabited and that meant any souls which he took from living human beings had their own personalities to them and understandably Mikaboshi did not possess the cream of the crop where human personality was concerned. He was pulling materials from a stock of souls which were the worst Sunagakure had to offer and if he pushed his luck any further by abducting any more people or anyone more important from the streets than he already had then he risked putting more attention onto his "night time activities" than he wished. They were naturally for the greater good of Sunagakure but he doubted most of it's populace would see it that way. The arts that he practiced within his lair deep in the gloom of the Palace were too similar to those of individuals that shinobi society referred to as Dark Sages. Different in the sense that he did not wish to create automatons which were strictly bound to his will but similar. Similar enough that he knew they would hate him for even attempting such atrocities. Such was the fate of innovators; society often hated that which they could not understand.
But there was hope yet. In the surrounding territories of the Wind Country there were places that Mikaboshi knew supernatural beings similar to himself still frequented. Ancient pacts beasts, Mikaboshi knew enough of them to know that their unique type of chakra could be useful to him his experiments. Of course, he would need to find the right type that possessed a chakra similar enough to the work he was doing and then convince them to give him the right to summon their members to his side which, if they were as rare as he'd heard, would likely be the easier part. After all, what pact beast would not want the name of a former Ancient Lord upon their roster? Wrapped in his strange black garb that seemed to drag the shadows of the cavern of Sunagakure along with him as he materialized out of the darkness, Mikaboshi waited silently for one of his "colleagues" to arrive on scene to document his departure from the village.
[Requesting Exit]
