Continued from Cop Duty
Following his scrimmage with the sharingan smuggling pirate—Tetsujin, Hoheto finally realized how frail he was in his trade. Not only would he had lost his eyes to the battle obsessed pirate, but his life as well. Recuperating from the grave injuries incurred in battle, the uchiha gave thanks for Soku's assisstance. Severally, he'd been criticized and warned of his frailty as opposed to the harsh world of ninja but he chose to trust in his own time, not willing to double the effort required for his growth yet overly clingy to his ideals and morals which by the account of the experienced don't win battles. In the end, their words proved superior, the same words which now haunted him.
Dossed down in the plushy mattress embedded in a tanned stand, the familiar crease of anger rested on Hoheto's features. He had exacted revenge with the aid of Soku for his slain brothers who were made to pass on without their eyes but that wasn't enough. More so than he'd like to admit in the face of others, it pained him he offered little in that fight. So, he stayed up late thinking of ways to triple his skills in a relatively short amount of time. The thought came for him to go into a deep research and that meant keeping his ambitions to himself while visiting the library like he'd never done before. Usually, there were books for these sorts of things he reasoned. Presenting himself before the expanse stands of the Leaf's library, book after book the uchiha ran through in the course of weeks in search of the knowledge on how to obtain more power but with little success. The closest he came across was a vast, dusty book with lettering on forbidden techniques known as kinjutsu. Fourteen they were in number, each with its benefits as well as its drawbacks. Glancing through the rusty pages, Hoheto came across the third chapter designated for Dark Sages and that caught his fancy despite its moral damning attributes. The power to toy with the aspects of life and death as one saw fit seemed absolute to the uchiha. With such power he could conjure up an undead army perfect for war. Hurriedly, he read all there was to it but found the information up short; All but a glimpse he'd come to know of dark sages save for the shredded knowledge of being one. To his amazement, no other book in the library dwelled on the subject. Almost as if someone descried in time past of his coming. Hoheto subdued the thought of asking around the library as it would arouse suspicion besides, only a few knew of these dark sages.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months as Hoheto toiled for answers on his own but found nothing. The thirst for this power became so unbearable and sickening that the once cheerful uchiha reclused to a solitary life. His hours he traded in the pursuit to make contact with the other side. At first, he resulted to meditation but when that failed he ventured into a more darker route—blood rituals and experimenting with the dead. The corpses of slain shinobi, he'd take for himself into the forest of death where he'd try to reanimate them back to life. Soon the uchiha became accustomed to the stench of rotten flesh even as he stored them on heaps within the confines of scrolls but without the knowledge of a dark sage he failed in every attempt to bring back the dead. Unknown to him, every attempt gradually rolled back the veil between this world and the next. His dedication didn't entirely go unnoticed as outworldly creatures soon took interest in the chance of obtaining his soul.
Several months after Soku and he had defeated the pirate, the uchiha stumbled upon a strider in Maple town who tipped him on Tetsujin's supposedly disbanded gang's whereabouts. Infuriated that these thieving bastards and murderers were yet alive, Hoheto prepared himself to finish off the few left as he made his way to treacherous lands of Crater city donning a cloak.
Following his scrimmage with the sharingan smuggling pirate—Tetsujin, Hoheto finally realized how frail he was in his trade. Not only would he had lost his eyes to the battle obsessed pirate, but his life as well. Recuperating from the grave injuries incurred in battle, the uchiha gave thanks for Soku's assisstance. Severally, he'd been criticized and warned of his frailty as opposed to the harsh world of ninja but he chose to trust in his own time, not willing to double the effort required for his growth yet overly clingy to his ideals and morals which by the account of the experienced don't win battles. In the end, their words proved superior, the same words which now haunted him.
Dossed down in the plushy mattress embedded in a tanned stand, the familiar crease of anger rested on Hoheto's features. He had exacted revenge with the aid of Soku for his slain brothers who were made to pass on without their eyes but that wasn't enough. More so than he'd like to admit in the face of others, it pained him he offered little in that fight. So, he stayed up late thinking of ways to triple his skills in a relatively short amount of time. The thought came for him to go into a deep research and that meant keeping his ambitions to himself while visiting the library like he'd never done before. Usually, there were books for these sorts of things he reasoned. Presenting himself before the expanse stands of the Leaf's library, book after book the uchiha ran through in the course of weeks in search of the knowledge on how to obtain more power but with little success. The closest he came across was a vast, dusty book with lettering on forbidden techniques known as kinjutsu. Fourteen they were in number, each with its benefits as well as its drawbacks. Glancing through the rusty pages, Hoheto came across the third chapter designated for Dark Sages and that caught his fancy despite its moral damning attributes. The power to toy with the aspects of life and death as one saw fit seemed absolute to the uchiha. With such power he could conjure up an undead army perfect for war. Hurriedly, he read all there was to it but found the information up short; All but a glimpse he'd come to know of dark sages save for the shredded knowledge of being one. To his amazement, no other book in the library dwelled on the subject. Almost as if someone descried in time past of his coming. Hoheto subdued the thought of asking around the library as it would arouse suspicion besides, only a few knew of these dark sages.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months as Hoheto toiled for answers on his own but found nothing. The thirst for this power became so unbearable and sickening that the once cheerful uchiha reclused to a solitary life. His hours he traded in the pursuit to make contact with the other side. At first, he resulted to meditation but when that failed he ventured into a more darker route—blood rituals and experimenting with the dead. The corpses of slain shinobi, he'd take for himself into the forest of death where he'd try to reanimate them back to life. Soon the uchiha became accustomed to the stench of rotten flesh even as he stored them on heaps within the confines of scrolls but without the knowledge of a dark sage he failed in every attempt to bring back the dead. Unknown to him, every attempt gradually rolled back the veil between this world and the next. His dedication didn't entirely go unnoticed as outworldly creatures soon took interest in the chance of obtaining his soul.
Several months after Soku and he had defeated the pirate, the uchiha stumbled upon a strider in Maple town who tipped him on Tetsujin's supposedly disbanded gang's whereabouts. Infuriated that these thieving bastards and murderers were yet alive, Hoheto prepared himself to finish off the few left as he made his way to treacherous lands of Crater city donning a cloak.