Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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The Oracle [In and Out]

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A woman strode with confidence towards a small housing complex. This was one of the few that survived the combustive blast of the bombs Akio had planted throughout the city. Her acquisition of one such space was not a product of luck or even trickery, rather the yield of more simple efforts. A trade... Wares stolen or rather liberated if she subscribed to the belief structure of her apparent peers. Everything was a precious commodity in the wake of such a devastating force, compromises had to be made and the true nature of these men and women was truly known when there was nothing left to lose but everything to gain. Some people still held gold with high value despite the fact that an ounce of bread and water was of greater subsidence than gold. It was ironic and strange this human nature. This resignation to habit. This faulty thought process where gold and diamonds were worth more than a place to live or in her case a place to keep her stuff for now.

The Diamyo had sent her back to Sunagakure to recover his son. Her success would be barely rewarded but her failure would be met with great... displeasure. What she stored in this small singe room studio apartment was the greatest treasure Sunagakure had to offer: knowledge. Not gold, gems or even carmot. Their history, their lives, their opinions, their research and aspirations chronicled in this unassuming small apartment space. It was here that spartan quarters met the Oracle. She slipped off her dust-spotted boots at the door and entered this personal space. There was little to be found in this small room besides a pair of cots, a stuffed chair, a wood-bare table with a pair of wooden stools and books... lots of books and an assortment of trinkets of unknown use be it sentimental or academic. These books and trinkets cluttered every available flat surface in this small room.

Fuu left her jacket on the hook behind the door and resigned herself to the well-worn chair. She let out a sigh as she opened up her most important tome, the one that never left her side. The leather-bound manuscript placed on top of a pile of books beneath she pulled a pen from her pocket and started to write about her latest encounter with the Steward. It was a fascinating interaction, how the boy could be so reviled and how he had earned their ire so justly. It was humorous, his lack of regard for the sanity of human life, but also how it was not his actions but rather vengeance that seemed to drive his greatest antagonists.

She scribed what she saw on those cream-colored pages. Each page seemed to consume the ink from her plume greedily. She did not have long, she knew this. She had this strange sense that she was being followed but she was not a woman of intuition but rather logic yet still this sense nagged at her.

In and Out -- 30 min.
 
The first encounter with Fuu was an educating one. It was one Sousuke did not forget, and he was certainly mindful of the intellectual Cabal that was not Shouki. Unlike the menace, Fuu was a chronicler of ends. It was that fact that she told him that bothered him greatly. It was maddening even. It got to the point that Sousuke questioned himself constantly. Doubt gnawed at him to the point where he was almost close to referring himself to the inferior Takahashi Sousuke instead of a superior one.

One of the last vestige of Sousuke's belief in his own abilities was that he placed a tracker on Fuu. He had monitored her activities using his insect contract, which in contrast to his pact with the toad was a far more healthy one. The pact with the toads demanded blood and vengeance. The insect contract demanded that Sousuke respect the fact that he was indeed nobility. Sousuke had tracked her down to this ... habitat he would call it. It was slightly worse than what he lived in. The court of insects advised him that this is where she was as the Kou's relative was still on Fuu's person.

The Steward looked worse for wear as he was still recovering from his battle with demons just outisde of project rebirth. His advantage at this moment in time against Fuu? Gone were was his purple hair, and an appearance more fitting of his father. A younger Judori it would seem given his bald head. He wore not armour, but something more casual as this was, for all intents and purposes a social visit... or it could indeed escalate into something more violent.

A rapping would come upon the chamber door to the habitat that Fuu decided to take. The Steward fully expect her to answer the door. He was not expectant of a fight, unlike Shouki. He expected surprise, and perhaps some confusion. Though Fuu may indeed recognize him. That would be most surprising considered he was burned, hairless, and lacking in metal. "Salutations. Fuu."<i></i> He would come to greet her as it was expected of her to answer the door.
 
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Quickest way to find out someone else's plans:
get captured. Or rather, in her case... be found.

Fuu

There was an insect that had indeed clutched onto her robes as she parted from the Steward's company. She realized it remained attached, however she did not know why it was there. It was not a leap in logic to conclude it was a tracker. She did not know that Sousuke had chartered Shousha. She carried with her a silent passenger, something that spoke not to her but to the Steward and conveyed to him her movements, her choices. Little time had transpired since their last meeting. Signs of epinephrine and testosterone excretion - she could see the sweat and the dilated vasculature during their brief meeting. It was a man aging prematurely that was swiftly becoming unfurled.

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at her chamber door. [Yes, I saw the Poe reference good sir but I am the genius here. You will need to do better than poetry!]

"It is open,"</B><i></i> Fuu called at the closed portal through which she heard a gentle rapping... tapping...

The portal opened and through the threshold came the Steward. She knew him well, better than he perhaps knew himself. It is amazing what a bias introspection could bring. No man was innocent, but his ego insisted that he was a hero. A hero in the midst of villains would not be able to stand; his tolerance of their injustice ade him complicit in their trechary. Yet he was blind and could not see -- he was the hero of the story, but for now he was not. Heroes needed to be forged.

When he entered the 'home' of the elusive Cabal member, there would be something striking about this setting. Something even a blundering fool would not be able to miss: nobody was seen. There was a home yes, books upon books piled not necessarily in any order. Baubles left alongside artifacts of unknown value, unsharped weapons littered the small living space that seemed to have been left neglected in some time. To the untrained eye it would appear that she was an untidy woman, was that because of conventional opinions of neatness or the expectation that she would relegate the contents of her 'household' to the Dewy Decimal system. No, everything was in order, just not an 'order' that anyone less her knew.

"Evening Steward Kazekage Takahashi Sousuke the III."<i></i> Fuu announced from the chair she had reclined in.

"I have been anticipating your arrival," Fuu admitted simply. A book seemed to materialize from thin air, it did not... but it would appear that way as it slid from the olive green cloth recliner chair across the floor displacing piles of papers to either side as it ceased movement at the Kazekage's feet.

"Each member of the Cabal has a talent. Mine is remaining a faithful observer... and scribe." Fuu declared, her voice echoed through the room as the door behind the Steward closed without any effort by the Kazekage. <B>"Perhaps the last of my Order, it is the one truth I can never truly know and the one truth I will never share... perfect stealth. But I have been watching you for a long time dear Kazekage. I am what you see hidden in the back of the mirror. The creeping shadow you spy out of the corner of your eye. I am the sound of footsteps never passing by. I already know why you have come, so get on with it."<i></i>
 
Sousuke's eyes would narrow as if he had noticed something to the unseen eye. Something about being captured or being found. As usual he was the one to be toyed with, subjected to the will of powers beyond reckoning but more importantly was the recognition of being subjected. It would seem as if his plan had gone a foul of sorts. His eyes wandered about the habitat as he took notice of her belongings. A mess? Perhaps. Fuu was smarter than that of course. There was most likely a pattern here, one that would take a moment to study and become aware of within due time. What surprised him most was the weapons. Was she a woman of martial skill? Did she appreciate antiques? More and more questions readily forming before the man.

His thoughts were cut short. She was expecting him. How unfortunate. The one drop he had on her must have been discovered. "At least you did not mistaken me for my father. People have been doing that lately. How little do my nobles pay attention to the simple concept that I am taller than my father, but not taller than Katuso."<i></i> He chose to comment upon that rather than the simple notion of her expecting his arrival. A book made its way to his feet. He was most curious about picking up the book. He did not though. Curiosity was a dangerous thing to have. Fuu as per their initial encounter did make the statement: I have given you no reason to trust me, nor do I have any intention of debating those semantics. I am merely an adjutant, serving as a commissionaire and nothing more. I can asseverate that in all likelihood this is a trap. That was then. This was now. The Steward picked up the book. He did not crack it open yet. She spoke of her position in the game that had been going on for some time now. "I am but a humble servant to a throne that remains vacant and to a court of nobles who are concerned with the death of your associates."<i></i> He responded in kind. "That being said, the majority of your unit remains alive. Some missing. Some locked up. Alive though."<i></i>

He did not take a seat her leaned against a wall hearing the thud of the door. He paid very close attention to the details being revealed. "A most excellent skillset."<i></i> He admitted. While he had been tracking her for some time, she had been tracking him his entire life it had seem. He snorted. "Oh yes. I'm certain you have been watching me my entire life... since the first moment I drew breath and the supposed twin moons that was in the sky the night of my birth. Oh yes. Some historians like drama and to fluff things up, they write in details of grandeur just to sell more books."<i></i> He gripped the book though as she referred to him as Kazekage, and not Steward-Kazekage. It gave him pause. He did not like it. That term. It suggested to him things he did not want to do. Things that would put the court in order. The caught had caught his tongue. He snorted. Anger? No. Speechlessness. He opened his mouth and tried to speak but no words came out. This was like when he was a child. His childhood social and mental illness gripping him and betraying him. His grip on the book tightened. He did not speak still. He reached into his chest pocket and removed a drawing of his own. It was a picture of Naganisa, like Fuu he too was adept at drawing details of a person from memory. He pointed to the symbol on her neck.
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"This. Please. Explain."<i></i> He simply requested. It seemed as if he regained himself in his ability to use words. He did not look at the drawing. "Naganisa. Naturally. I have not engaged her socially since the battle in the dojo. People have been poking, tinkering with her too much as of late mentally or physically. It is most annoying. Abhorrent even. Too much meddling and she will start telling people lies to have them leave her alone. I refuse to speak with her at this current time phase. I trust in your ability to shed some light on this matter."<i></i> He paused for a moment. "I don't trust Kaito. Something doesn't seem right about him. Urufuu would most likely punch me in the head again, considering I was removing him from a battle field with most of his innards intact. Saiga is missing. I do not wish to seek him out. He is smart enough to cover his tracks. He would most likely want to engage in a test of might ... physical confrontation ... with me because of some impurity I have. You know I have many disabilities I have tried to work past."<i></i> He would then turn to look at Fuu finally in the eyes, or perhaps it was an avatar of her. She admitted to having perfect stealth, for all he knew he was staring at a clone or something. "You already know this as they are your associates, and you are the most impartial one here."<i></i> Sousuke continued to gain his composure once more. "The fact that you knew I was coming. I think there is another term befitting of you... aside from ghost, or scribe, or observer."<i></i>
 
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"At least you did not mistaken me for my father. People have been doing that lately. How little do my nobles pay attention to the simple concept that I am taller than my father, but not taller than Katuso."

"You do not share his physiognomy and you do not have his voice either," Fuu replied simply. Her assessments were more than mere visual observations. Height and weight might be estimated. The lines of one's face from many frowns and many smiles created a 'worn' face. The face he wore was not as 'worn' one could say, however that was a superficial fact. "Also, your progenitor has no quarrel with me. But it would seem that you do,"</B><i></i> Fuu continued. That being the reason she relegated her presence to the shadows. Some are 'perfect hunters' and others 'perfect defenders,' she was the 'perfect stalker.' "You are not your primogenitor, but you yearn for such. It would be easier if you were someone else because you have no idea who you are. A fear of misadventure. A deflector of liability. You wear your scars like badges -- you drag on despite your afflictions hoping that your 'heroic struggles' would be remembered but your greatest critic is not me, Sunagakure or even Wind Country but your own appraisal of your significance." Fuu assessed in a single breath, not moving from the place she laid when the Steward arrived. "It would be facile if you anathematized me... had someone to indict. You very well may, but not yet."</B><i></i>

"I am but a humble servant to a throne that remains vacant and to a court of nobles who are concerned with the death of your associates."

"Equivocator." She injected bluntly. "I am well aware that the prodigal 'King' has returned."<i></i> Fuu added, the Sunahoshi heir made no effort to keep his identity a secret. "Or rather, a man with verdant tresses claiming as such... a man that you have made no effort to apprehend, which suggests to me that the position of Kazekage can be legitimately contested and I am well-aware of your lineage Steward. Back to the time of Primus, yours much like the Sunahoshi line are likely the two best recorded family trees in Wind Country."<i></i> That would mean that the green-haired man could only be another Takahashi or another Sunahoshi, one with a birthright that precedes even the Steward's. "Yet again, do not let me get in the way of such archaic traditions." She shrugged although the gesture would be left unseen. "The station of leader is granted by the people -- not by birth order. But by your works and your deeds."<i></i>

"That being said, the majority of your unit remains alive. Some missing. Some locked up. Alive though."

He added. There was no relief for the oracle in those words. They were not her friends. No her allies. They were merely traveling partners, sent to the same place by the same man. He entered the apartment space, and behind him the door slammed shut.

"A most excellent skillset."

He conceded.

"Oh yes. I'm certain you have been watching me my entire life... since the first moment I drew breath and the supposed twin moons that was in the sky the night of my birth. Oh yes. Some historians like drama and to fluff things up, they write in details of grandeur just to sell more books."

"Only one, Kage-san" she replied simply.

He seemed troubled by her choice of title but all too often men were. A name is nothing more than a name without value until one affixes a value onto it. The Kazekage pulled from his person a piece of paper -- a picture of Naganisa - the 'Snake'. On her neck a curious image:

"This. Please. Explain."
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Sousuke revealed.

"Naganisa. Naturally. I have not engaged her socially since the battle in the dojo. People have been poking, tinkering with her too much as of late mentally or physically. It is most annoying. Abhorrent even. Too much meddling and she will start telling people lies to have them leave her alone. I refuse to speak with her at this current time phase. I trust in your ability to shed some light on this matter."


"She was a sex slave, her human worth and dignity worth barely a pocket of copper. A fate not uncommon of motherless daughters in Wind Country," Fuu explained. "She was branded with the symbol of the Ranger Order, a mark likely used to imprint a particular slaver's human-property."<i></i> Fuu answered. "That would be all she would know, there would be no reason for her to lie unless you continued to hurt her in hopes of learning more... then yes, she would say whatever as necessary to cease the efforts of her tormentors as any human would."<i></i> Her fate, unfortunate but she held no sentiments for the woman. Her sadistic games and the pain she had inflicted on others was also of no concern for Fuu, she was truly a neutral force in this matter as she was also in the matters previous but she could not neglect the fact that heroes are often guided by ethical standards and torture would often conflict with at least one of those standards. "It is easy to ignore injustice yet again... have none of these captured Cabal agents explained why they hate you so... why even I keep to the shadows in your presence?" Her voice rose only slightly before it returned to a dull hum of a sound.

"I don't trust Kaito. Something doesn't seem right about him. Urufuu would most likely punch me in the head again, considering I was removing him from a battle field with most of his innards intact. Saiga is missing. I do not wish to seek him out. He is smart enough to cover his tracks. He would most likely want to engage in a test of might ... physical confrontation ... with me because of some impurity I have. You know I have many disabilities I have tried to work past."

"Kaito's wife died in the maelstrom, he was trying to evacuate villagers from a neighboring village when the storms overtook his home town. Urufuu was ostracized by the Inuzuka Clan for a lack of a familiar, some of his clansmen meeting a violent end by Urufuu's very hand before he escaped into the wilds. HIS specific hate towards you is unknown even to me. Saiga is likely dead. But every last one of them share a common factor -- they blame Sunagakure for inaction and by extension every shinobi. They became strong because they had to... While not shinobis in every case less Urufuu's, they tried many times and failed to end the storm. Yet you and your allies succeeded on your first try to do what they could not. It was not their failures followed by your successes that made them angry now, but rather the fact that it took until now for you to try. Sunagakure was founded on a covenant with the people of Wind Country that you would defend them from harm... be the heroes this nation needs. A role you must satisfy if you wish for a valorous tale rather than the pernicious anecdote I still anticipate with a 70% chance."<i></i> Fuu reiterated, although this was a fact that was likely well-known by the Kazekage but the details might be muddied or unknown still. "Wind Country's greatest need was when the maelstrom came. They were not able to defend themselves against the wrath of nature. They expected... they NEEDED a hero and that is what Sand was supposed to be. That was how Sunagakure's story was supposed to be told. Rather, Sunagakure isolated itself from the howling and scratching winds that bit and tore. Much of Wind's populous died due to the hardship. The multi-decade delay has not went unnoticed." She warned.

"You already know this as they are your associates, and you are the most impartial one here."

"That might be true, but hopefully you are learning as well," Fuu replied as she subscribed to every tenant of the Oracle Order. Information was meant to be shared. Distributed. Not hidden greedily by those fearful of what could be predicted from these facts.

"The fact that you knew I was coming. I think there is another term befitting of you... aside from ghost, or scribe, or observer."

"Then you fully understand the role of the Oracle. That would be me. Assuredly the last of my kind unless another emerges from obscurity once again."<i></i> She conceded before she returned to their previous conversation. The reason he came or so she would assume. It was not to learn more about her 'allies' as they were no longer a treat it would appear. "But that mark... not the woman I am sure," she made sure to clarify as it spoke to his nature as an antagonistic force. She took in a deep breath before she spoke. <B>"In the times of Antiquity there were once three great Orders: the Rangers, Journeymen and the Oracles. Their efforts chronicled but their ways forgotten in this modern era. The Rangers, being the most ancient... they were early hunters, capable of fighting Sandworms in a time before the advent of chakra manipulation as that was not discovered until much later. Revered for their ability to provide during the nomadic times of the first men, their dignity was taken from them shortly after Primus called all ranks and paths of man to arms. While they fought valiantly against the Ancients and provided rations to the armies of man, society forever changed when humanity became an agrarian society. The sedentary lifestyle of modern man diminished society's value on the Ranger Order. Over time their numbers diminished as humanity became increasingly reliant on technology, the Rangers kept to the old ways and maintained their uncanny tracking skill as well as their remarkable ability to traverse the diamond maelstrom you suffered with until very recently. It is from them that I learned how to hide."<i></i> This lengthy account was the basis of the Ranger order, a group that is very much alive even to this day but for the most part considered 'unimportant' by society at large. They were the backbone of early mankind and without them the first men would have been nothing more than a footnote in Ancient history.
 
Sousuke placed his hands in his pockets. He listened quietly. The words spoken at first were condemning? He chewed his lip. A deflector of liability was he? That even took a moment for him to figure it out and trying to place himself away from his own biases trying to look inward from another position. "All true."<i></i> He said accepting it all. His shoulders slouched. "I don't know who I am. I suppose I am the son of a clan that has held the position of advisor of a King, but I only advise myself and rich nobles seeking their favor to aid me in a time of need. I know for certain I am human. I do not have mixed ancestry with that of demons or otherwise. I am of mixed blood between clans because Clan Takahashi has not kept a pure bloodline to which they are given a particular physical power set. Supposedly I'm related to House Toraono. I don't understand how or why honestly."<i></i> He spoke. He paused for a moment. "I drag on because committing suicide is the greatest of things shameful to a clan. It would hurt several people emotionally as well. Not exactly something I want to do."<i></i> He admitted. "I take offense to you directly because you told me you are going to record the end of our history, which includes myself as well. It is unsettling feeling, and something that disturbs me deeply. I am very much aware that there is a time and place for my death. I merely wish for it to be very personal with myself and myself alone. Given what you said earlier about you being present at all times... it goes against my wishes. There is nothing I can do about it, but ultimately it is rather pointless."<i></i>

He listened to her states regarding Katuso. She had a very strange way of speaking about the man who would be king. Why would he apprehend the Masashi? Mixed in with the part he is why the succeeded in stopping the storm. "You know everything. You know that Katuso was the one who brought down the lightning wall. I was going about it differently I was using a metal golem and the concept of the lightning rod to go about dismantling it. We may have succeeded at the first attempt, but he and the other mercenaries were the reason for our success. I did not do much in the way of undertaking and the success of it. In truth I was perhaps the one who blundered about and if someone like Kaito instead of myself was present, then the mission would have perhaps have went perfectly or with even less resistance."<i></i> The talk evolved more and more. Sungakure needed to be the hero of wind country in the face of devastation with the diamond maelstrom. His father's decision and his own to uphold that decision of self preservation was what led to this happening. As Steward you are to maintain the realm until a Sunahoshi returns. Keep Sungakure safe.<i></i> His father's words, no doubt Fuu knew them too, and could perhaps read Sousuke's face as he was recalling them. He paused for a moment again. And there it was, deflecting liability. This is exactly what she had said earlier. "I wonder at times how exactly am I supposed to compete and work within this world. We may be the descendants of those who changed the system of law and rank so long ago, but that power has been transfer. Not destroyed. Not created. Transferred. Kaito and others think we're that much more powerful than others. It's a facade. Given forces like Magentica, the Djinn, the Storm God, the Creature of Fleshed Crowns, Demons and even House Toraono, I'm really just ... nothing. Yes I create armour and weapons of a higher durability, maybe I have an undertaking of things most people do not grasp, maybe I can move faster than some people, fight harder, but science always seems to be limited by mystical powers."<i></i> He hesitated.. He looked not at Fuu but the area around him. "And even in your case. I cannot, at this moment in time, locate your true point of origin. In truth I think your numbers need working for the chance of success. Unless of course I simply become some sort of grand powerful hero that acquires powers by mishaps or artifacts."<i></i>

"So. With our presence on the surface, what now? Meddle in affairs of would-be violent states? Go about conflicting with them to bring an end to fruitless wars over resources and people? Words speaking of a war brewing in the general location of the geographic reference point of 20, 99. People fighting over some supposed artifact, a blackened mirror, that supposedly shows a person their truest potential. Villages and people being destroyed because of ownership of this item? Supposedly I simply just interject and bring an end to warring factions. Destroy the artifact accordingly? Then make more enemies while some people merely fondly remember and chronicle the story of a man or a group of people who interjected?"<i></i> This is the supposed hero that Fuu spoke of? Is this even what a hero did? A villain would merely use the artifact and eliminate both sides and perhaps level the entire area of 20, 99 to a crater in the ground. "I supposedly take someone like Kaito along for the ride, to show him how we go about the new business?"<i></i> Katio did make reference to wanting to employ Sousuke if they were not enemies at that point in time. This would be the inverse of it. "A cure of my fear of misadventure perhaps?"<i></i>

The conversation took a turn. The mark's nature revealed and why in particular Naganisa had it. Sousuke snorted at thought of this order having gone awry and having declared human property. He knew of the Rangers, but only from childhood stories. Archers for the most part was what they were described as for the child mind to understand. "I have to suspect then that not all Rangers are decent people then, being that she was a toy for them."<i></i> One rotten apple could ruin the barrel as his father would say. Given that there were sandworms in the tunnels beneath the earth, it did not take much to guess that they procreated. "Rangers keep the population of dangerous species of animals in check... I would have to assume as well. If we were to ... restore an Order of Rangers in Sungakure would it be best to locate them then, or merely mimic them? Our abilities seem very much one and the same at times... except there are perhaps differences in the techniques involved."<i></i> Having such a grouping of adept individuals would keep the surface world in check much more easily. There was something ... of an equalizing nature to be felt in this. With Rangers they could know of environmental terrors above and respond to it in kind pushing back the elements or dealing with it. Rangers of Sungakure would be very different due a skillset. "I legitimately and sincerely thank you for this education, and for further down the line what comes next."<i></i>

"Oracle. A scribe. Recorder. Observer. There is more to it than that. You may hold power of foresight? A frustrating power. What symbol or sigil represents your Order?"<i></i> He questioned. "Your recording technique must be something more than simply just writing it down. Your knowledge of tomes and grimiores surpasses mine. Was Sage Khan, an Oracle? He was one of the most adept recorders of history at his time. I question it in particular, because he didn't have your power of stealth. He was well travelled. Urufuu had a book with him, unlike yours I senses something alive about it. He's not an Oracle... as you revealed you were the last of this schooling. He's not a failed student of yours is he? He's far too tempered and he lacks impartiality. Who was deceased teacher or maestro? I think that such skillsets of yours are merely acquired by being self taught. If so... then... apologies if I have insulted you..."<i></i>
 
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"All true. ...I don't know who I am. I suppose I am the son of a clan that has held the position of advisor of a King, but I only advise myself and rich nobles seeking their favor to aid me in a time of need. I know for certain I am human. I do not have mixed ancestry with that of demons or otherwise. I am of mixed blood between clans because Clan Takahashi has not kept a pure bloodline to which they are given a particular physical power set. Supposedly I'm related to House Toraono. I don't understand how or why honestly. ...I drag on because committing suicide is the greatest of things shameful to a clan. It would hurt several people emotionally as well. Not exactly something I want to do. ...I take offense to you directly because you told me you are going to record the end of our history, which includes myself as well. It is unsettling feeling, and something that disturbs me deeply. I am very much aware that there is a time and place for my death. I merely wish for it to be very personal with myself and myself alone. Given what you said earlier about you being present at all times... it goes against my wishes. There is nothing I can do about it, but ultimately it is rather pointless."</B><i></i>

"Without my transcript, your existence will terminate and you will be nothing. You will die utterly. When someone scribes your name on a tombstone, who do you think that is for?" Fuu replied. Her methods were cold, calculated. She was not here to spare his feelings or to coddle these people in during their last days. Some might call this a kindness, she saw it as such but she was not here to be kind. She was here for herself just like any other member of the Cabal. She sought knowledge like some sought power or wealth, prestige or love. Edification of all things was her driving force. It compelled her, like fear would some and ambition would others. "For a man that yearns for his own end at his own and claims he does not draw his final breath for the sake of others to be offended by the hypothesized end of their reign is illogical,"</B><i></i> Fuu added simply. Her form materialized, she was sitting in a chair unarmed. She had just then assessed that he was not a threat. Not yet at the very least. "You are 'offended' by the implicit defeat and inadequacy attached to such ends. Do not be so histrionic,"<i></i> she hummed. She waved her hand in the air passively as she spoke. "Everything must come to an end, the future is nothing more than smoke and flame through with I try to scry the events of tomorrow. Sunagakure will be destroyed, but someday all that will be left of every tribe of man will be rivers of ash... and what will come in our wake or emerge from the mire, a mystery to even I. When is truly up to you, the future is not fixed until it has come to pass."

"You know everything. You know that Katuso was the one who brought down the lightning wall. I was going about it differently I was using a metal golem and the concept of the lightning rod to go about dismantling it. We may have succeeded at the first attempt, but he and the other mercenaries were the reason for our success. I did not do much in the way of undertaking and the success of it. In truth I was perhaps the one who blundered about and if someone like Kaito instead of myself was present, then the mission would have perhaps have went perfectly or with even less resistance."

"I was not there," Fuu reminded him as she reached for a book left at the peak of one of the leaning towers alongside her chair and wrote something on one of the pages. "I am not omniscient either,"<i></i> she added as she clapped the book closed and returned it to the pile behind her. "But it seems that you never sought answers, even there,"<i></i> she mused as she waited for the Kazekage to go on. "But again, I sense a self-depreciating theme..."<i></i> Fuu added. This is where someone was supposed to coddle his ego. Someone was supposed to say that he was 'good enough' or rather 'superior' to his peers or to reinforce yet again this denigration where he cannot blunder because it was never in his nature to succeed.

"I wonder at times how exactly am I supposed to compete and work within this world. We may be the descendants of those who changed the system of law and rank so long ago, but that power has been transfer. Not destroyed. Not created. Transferred. Kaito and others think we're that much more powerful than others. It's a facade. Given forces like Magentica, the Djinn, the Storm God, the Creature of Fleshed Crowns, Demons and even House Toraono, I'm really just ... nothing. Yes I create armour and weapons of a higher durability, maybe I have an undertaking of things most people do not grasp, maybe I can move faster than some people, fight harder, but science always seems to be limited by mystical powers."<i></i>

"Have they been defeated?" Fuu shrugged. No, they had not. Each and every time they were defeated. Ancient evils, vengeful enemies. Allies with blackened hearts and malicious intent.

"Did I miss the part where Sunagakure was destroyed?"<i></i> She gestured about the room, the space was not much but it was still standing within the perimeter of the village as a great many structures were. Sure, Sunagakure was damaged... people died... and sentiments that have been stirring just beneath the surface finally emerged. "Obviously these were not insurmountable tasks,"<i></i> she countered. "Again with the pretext,"<i></i> she sighed. "You are not the first Kazekage faced with difficulties: Barynx terrorized the desert. Shoki slew the Ancients, wielded by the first. Kazekages have dealt with mutiny, the fragmented tribes of men. No reign existed without its tribulations, why would yours be the exception?"<i></i>

"And even in your case. I cannot, at this moment in time, locate your true point of origin. In truth I think your numbers need working for the chance of success. Unless of course I simply become some sort of grand powerful hero that acquires powers by mishaps or artifacts."<i></i>

Fuu rolled her eyes. "My origins are of limited relevance, scribe." <i></i> She reiterated. "Fuu is not even my real name,"<i></i> she added matter of factly. "My personal genealogy, while relevant... it only would be in terms of my progeny as there have been no significant figures in my past." She admitted. "But my numbers are absolute," Fuu insisted.

"So. With our presence on the surface, what now? Meddle in affairs of would-be violent states? Go about conflicting with them to bring an end to fruitless wars over resources and people? Words speaking of a war brewing in the general location of the geographic reference point of 20, 99. People fighting over some supposed artifact, a blackened mirror, that supposedly shows a person their truest potential. Villages and people being destroyed because of ownership of this item? Supposedly I simply just interject and bring an end to warring factions. Destroy the artifact accordingly? Then make more enemies while some people merely fondly remember and chronicle the story of a man or a group of people who interjected?"<i></i>

Fuu let out a groan as she turned around in the chair she was sitting side-ways in. Her hands on her lap, her fingers laced together. "What artifact? Her hite arched brow raised slightly when she made her query. "I have no record of any artifact worth a war," Fuu stated. She was of course wrong in this case, there was in fact an artifact of awesome power housed within Sunagakure itself. In fact, there was two. Yet now he was getting ahead of himself and Fuu could not answer a question that even she did not know the answer to. Some things predate even the Oracle Order. "There is no war over an artifact on the horizon, the war has been ongoing for decades already... you have just failed to notice." She explained. The Diamyo had declared war on them a long time ago, he had already raised an army. His generals were already battle tested and while he grew in power, Sunagakure chose to isolate. Garnered the aggression of those they should have safe-guarded. Grew weak as their numbers were chipped away. A band of only a few men was able to subjugate the diminished community for three days. "You will fight and either be a hero or a villain... nothing more unless you wish to be remembered as a bystander. Then you will know your greatest fear, inaction will plague you more than the wrong action." She stated grimly.

"I supposedly take someone like Kaito along for the ride, to show him how we go about the new business?"

"Would that appease your consciousness?" Fuu's voice thrummed. "Would the changed opinion of a single man make it easier for you to sleep at night. How perfunctory."<i></i> Chagrin laced her words.

"A cure of my fear of misadventure perhaps?"

"No,"<i></i> Fuu shook her head side to side. "Gaining the approval of others is not an antidote." He changed a mind. One mind or one-hundred... there will still be nay-sayers. There will still be those who think poorly of him. Let them. The only power they possess in this world is the fact that they believe that they are better -- perhaps they are, but who are you... her... or even they to judge.

"I have to suspect then that not all Rangers are decent people then, being that she was a toy for them."

"Are all shinobis good people? Are all people good people?" She asked rhetorically.

"Rangers keep the population of dangerous species of animals in check... I would have to assume as well. If we were to ... restore an Order of Rangers in Sungakure would it be best to locate them then, or merely mimic them? Our abilities seem very much one and the same at times... except there are perhaps differences in the techniques involved." <i></i>

"The Ranger Order is still very much alive, they could be found among the great many nomadic tribes in Wind Country," Fuu explained. "They know the things you have forgotten... yes, they keep the beasts of the wilds at bay but that is a secondary purpose. Survivors and hunters, the how a product or practice and trial. Their methods... not what a frangible and maudlin people would likely support."<i></i> She warned him. The Order was based on a singular adage: survival of the fittest. Something that was once necessary in the neolithic era, before they settled their roots into the earth and became an agrarian society. Lives were longer now, here. The old ways essentially forgotten, but was it for the better? To an Oracle the answer was never truly 'yes' but their beliefs conflicted with many of the core tenants of modern society. "For example: as a right of passage into adulthood, the children are left in the desert without supplies and they are expected to find their way back. There is no safety net... no coddling. If they return, then they are sufficient. If they fail to, then they will likely die in the desert and their passing never mourned because they are insufficient. Their value of each other... often contingent on their prowess as a hunter in the present, not the past." She explained, citing a pair of examples. It was a cruel Order that had its time and place in society. It made men of children, warriors of the meek. The Rangers were a source of physical supremacy if they truly subscribed to their methods, but there would be losses for every gain. Losses for every choice. Every choice that the Kazekage here would soon have to make.

"I legitimately and sincerely thank you for this education, and for further down the line what comes next."

"I am bound by Order. Information is not something that is meant to remain hidden -- it is meant to be shared."<i></i> What Fuu was doing was not an act of love for the Kazekage and for Sunagakure nor was it an act of aggression against the Diamyo, rather it was a cold hard fact. If the information they have tried so hard to compile was left locked away, then there would be no purpose. No reason for the things that they do. That said, he was not her confidant. What she has shared with him, she would have readily shared with another. This made her both an asset as well as a liability. That being the reason why there were now so few.

"Oracle. A scribe. Recorder. Observer. There is more to it than that. You may hold power of foresight? A frustrating power. What symbol or sigil represents your Order?"

"Look at the book," the Oracle commanded. The leather book he clutched did in fact have a symbol embossed across the face.
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"Your recording technique must be something more than simply just writing it down. Your knowledge of tomes and grimiores surpasses mine. Was Sage Khan, an Oracle? He was one of the most adept recorders of history at his time. I question it in particular, because he didn't have your power of stealth. He was well travelled. Urufuu had a book with him, unlike yours I senses something alive about it. He's not an Oracle... as you revealed you were the last of this schooling. He's not a failed student of yours is he? He's far too tempered and he lacks impartiality. Who was deceased teacher or maestro? I think that such skillsets of yours are merely acquired by being self taught. If so... then... apologies if I have insulted you..."<i></i>

"Anything can be mastered with considerable effort, even in the absence of skill," she replied vaguely. It was the actual truth, the was conscripted to the Oracles as a youngster. Her thirst for knowledge was mediocre at best at the time but she shown considerable promise and aptitude and that was all that was necessary. Her previous life stripped away, friends and relations a detraction. Even her name was replaced with something new "Fuu" meaning “Wind”, the thing she became when she became an Oracle. The role was not forced upon her, nor was she ripped from her mother's bosom. Surely they wept in private but not only was her status as a member of the Oracles one of honor but it also ensured her a 'good' life, at least in comparison to her impoverished biological ties. She never saw them again, that likely being for the best. It was rare they ever touched her awareness or memory, her mind was always busy. "I never knew a master 'Khan' but we relinquish our names when we... enroll. But most writers, that is those that wrote most of our history were at least associated with the Oracle Order at one time or another,"<i></i> she explained. It really told him little, 'maybe' was far from a concise answer. But it was the truth, a name could be replaced and often they were. A great many writers took on even a tertiary pen name when writing their manuscripts. Some authors were never Oracles and served as mere ghost writers to engage society as a whole by sharing what they knew. Either a distinct possibility.

"Urufuu was never an Oracle, but he possesses an intellect that even I fear. Nothing in this world could stop him unless he wanted it to, but such power does not come without a cost... a cost he will have to one day pay,"<i></i> she frowned. The first emotional cue her face shared with the Kazekage. "IF I know you better than you know yourself, what do you think Urufuu knows?"<i></i> She was of course referring to Sanban, a book she both desired and feared at the same time. She knew little of the book beyond what the legends told. <B>"Page one-thousand eight hundred and thirty two," Fuu instructed. If the Kazekage opened the book to the page she announced he would see a historical account and a had-drawn picture of a man.
The Tome said:
<COLOR color="orange"><B>The Tale of Primus

Primus is often regarded the paragon of human potential, a champion of mankind and 'the one king' despite never holding a mantle of leadership beyond the battlefield. Born a slave of the Fire Court, Primus was not yet known as Primus, his birth name was Sunahoshi Obutsu meaning "dirt" or "garbage." Obutsu (Primus) as were many others, were gladiator slaves who fought in tournaments for the pride and profit of their masters. Considered little more than property of little value, many of the slaves in the Flame Court had names that were intended to remind humanity of their place. Homura was a particularly cruel master, humans were considered little more than cattle to the ancients and were subject to the whim and want of their lords. Homura was a great sportsman, he reveled in the glory of combat and a loss would bite his pride and the slaves would feel his wrath. Homura was known to break and remold his slaves into 'stronger' forms made of earth and fire at the expense of their humanity known as the Kirishii.

The desire for freedom was not a new concept, for years slaves worked tirelessly to free their peers and to them help them escape into the badlands. Homura's slaves rarely escaped successfully, but it was not uncommon for those slated to become kirishii to try to escape their fate. On occasion, one would succeed. One of the few to escape was Obutsu's (Primus') father Sunahoshi Buta (meaning "pig") and unlike many of the others Buta returned for his children and wife. Obutsu (Primus) was one of Homura's favored slaves, not because he was molded into the perfect being but rather he never required Homura's intervention until he was twenty years of age. It was upon a near defeat that Homura decided that it was time to mold his favorite human into something more, on the eve of his impending transition Obutsu's (Primus') father returned, perhaps in haste to liberate his family. Perhaps if he waited for another night, Obutsu's (Primus') family would not suffer such dire consequences. Sunahoshi Kusatta (meaning "rotten") was caught, being the slowest of the escaping slaves and she was transformed into a Kirishii while her children and husband fled into the wilds.

In the wilderness, Obutsu met with the nomadic human tribe of the north. Many of the members were also from the Flame Court as he and his family was and they welcomed him as one of their own. But all was not good even among the nomadic tribes, with scare resources and the everlasting fear that they would be brought back under the charge of their master, wars were fought between the nomadic tribes for food, water and shelter. Humanity was divided on the same lines as the ancient courts, the slaves of the Sea had found refuge in the northwest and those of the Solar and Earth Court had made their homes to the northeast, but without borders and the constant need to move on the many tribes of the north would clash. Obutsu grew into a strong man, his strength and youth made him a fine hunter and he was not only favored by the women of his tribe but also by the elders. Upon the death of the tribe elder, Sunahoshi Obutsu at the age of 27 became the leader of the nomadic tribe of the north. Over the next several years Obutsu felt that if humanity unified under a single banner that they would become strong and he even fantasized that together the whole of humanity could push back the gods. He was ridiculed for what seemed at the time to be a ridiculous notion. Humanity in comparison to the might of even the smallest of ancient lords was like a dune hair against a sand wolf -- they had no chance. Obutsu refused to relent and he was exiled from his tribe almost a year after he took the mantle of leadership.

Alone in the desert Sunahosi Obutsu (Primus) somehow survived where others would have gone mad, starved, or been eaten by one of the many terrors housed in the badlands. It was in the depths of a cavern that Obutsu came upon a wonder, a blade embedded into a stone. The blade shone despite the lack of light and it emitted a powerful aura that brought Obutsu to his knees. Obutsu did not know what the blade was or why it was there, he could only feel the awesome power that fell from the weapon in waves that rippled the floor and sent him stumbling from the cave. He fought to enter the space, but his body would not even tolerate proximity to the weapon. After his third attempt a voice resonated from everywhere yet also nowhere. "You are unworth!" A voice thundered. Obutsu was a defiant man and he demanded answers but none were given, he was only told a name. The weapon, while it never spoke it drew him. Years passed, Obutsu remained in this cavern and each day he tried again to hold Shoki. Ten years passed and all Obutsu was able to do was stand in the presence of the weapon. It took another five before he could even touch the weapon and another five still to be able to draw the weapon from the stone. Obutsu entered the cavern a young man, but he emerged nearly two decades later with the strength to draw a weapon with power he would never live to fully understand but the power none the less to topple the ancient lords.

With the passage of time Obutsu had become middle aged in the scope of human years, Obutsu had become stronger than even a youthful peer in his prime. He returned to the northern tribes of man carrying with him Shoki. So much time had passed since his exodus, the tribe no longer recognized him but they did not welcome him either but they felt the power of the weapon he carried even from afar. Obutsu proclaimed to the tribe of the north that he had found the power and the strength to overpower the ancients and that he would raise an army to take Wind Country by force. He was not trusted but his mere presence was a demonstration of his power. Obutsu rallied the men of the north, told them to discard the names given to them by their masters and to pick new ones. Obutsu picked the name Primus, meaning "the first."
[col]Primus demonstrated his power further by single-handedly fighting an adult Sandworm, a feat that even an entire tribe was incapable of accomplishing. During his 'training' Primus had become powerful not only physically but also spiritually, it was not his physical strength that allowed him to withstand Shoki's aura nor was it his brawn that allowed him to lift the blade, rather he was the first human in Wind Country to manipulate his chakra. Then, it was not known as chakra as it is today, he referred to it as his spiritual energy and through Primus the northern tribe of men first learned chakra manipulation. It was then that many of the first men discovered that every human has an innate set of talents that differ from all others, some had powerful hot chakra while others has a cool fluid chakra and yet others had a solid unyielding chakra. While primitive in comparison to the modern understandings of chakra, it was through training and discovery that humanity became capable of defending themselves against the ancients.

Primus did not stop with the northern tribe, he sought to unify the many broken tribes of man. Much as he had for his tribe, he demonstrated his power, vigor and valor to the many nomads and like those before them they allied themselves with their potential liberator. Eventually, the day came when Primus would fight the ancient lords. It was a great battle between both man and ancient, but humanity was on the losing side. Despite the power of Primus' blade and the armors made for him by the Takahashi clan, Primus was only a single man up against a thousand ancients. The human tribes even united could not stand up against the ancient lords as they cruelly twisted and broke the men they crossed. Primus decided to challenge the leaders of the Solar and the Flame Court: Fuujin and his former master Homura. They agreed to what should have been a one-sided match, a man was no match for a single ancient never mind an ancient lord and a pair of them. The entire battle ceased to watch these goliaths take on an agerd gladiator, expecting Primus to easily fall under the heel of either great lord. This is where they were wrong, despite a discrepancy in size Primuse was more powerful than either of them alone and his blade cut through their armor as if it was air. He cut into Homura once... twice... thrice... and then Homura fell, while not dead he was mortally wounded and Fuujin tried to take Homura to safety but while they fled Primus dug Shoki into Fuujin's back. Fuujin released a massive electrical current that blasted Primus back over a hundred feet, amplified by the power of the blade it was well over 10,000 volts. It stopped Primus' heart and he died on the battlefield, Homura and Fuujin may have outlived their adversary but they did not last long.|[legend="[color=darkred]Shoki the Second; The Destroyer[/color]"]Even with the many tales told about the First Men and their One King, there are nearly as many told simply about the weapon that Primus brought with him to the field of battle. Commonly referred to as Shoki the Destroyer, history is relatively unclear as to what sort of weapon it actually was. Some of the most reliable legends claim Shoki to be a sword of tremendous size that could cleave a mountain in half with a single swing. Others contest that Shoki was in fact a spear and even more simply describe the instrument as pure willpower manifested as golden lightning able to pierce the toughest hides and scales of the One King's opponents. Whatever it's physical description or name, the one common trend with Shoki and it's stories is that it was as wild and prideful as it was powerful.

A force capable of toppling empires, Shoki bent it's power to the will of no other being before Primus and no being since then has ever achieved mastery over it in it's entirety in the way that the One King did. Some speculate that it is Shoki rather than Primus which is responsible for the fall of the Ancient Courts and the demise of Fuujin and Homura but that perspective misses the point of the relationship between Primus and Shoki in it's entirety. Shoki despite it's tremendous power and pride lacked both the desire and autonomy to have performed the task on it's own. It was not until it encountered the fledgling king and Primus endured each and every one of the labors and tests intended to destroy any who might think to claim Shoki's power that Shoki found itself a worthy enough partner with which to exercise the role in the world for which it had been created; to bring about change. Guided by the conviction and desire of Obutsu and empowered by the raw strength of Shoki, it is perhaps most accurate to say that the being which we know as Primus the One King is a composite of both entities rather than taking them as separate in their own rights.

Since the fall of the Old World and the collapse of the Ancient Courts, Shoki has not been confirmed to have been seen by any men or spirits. Some since then have claimed to be heirs to the power of Shoki and the name of the One King but all of them have proved themselves simply pretenders when their might was tested by beings beyond their ken and found wanting. It remains to be seen whether or not Shoki will manifest once more in the current age and what form the power will take.[/legend][/col]
With the death of the two most powerful ancient lords, morale was bolstered among the tribes of man and the ancient courts were diminished. The ancient courts began their retreat and humanity followed them. The war between man and ancient braved on for years to follow, even after the destruction of the courts and the creation of a human government hostilities persisted and the remnants of many of the great courts were actively hunted for decades after. Humans became clever in how they would fight the ancients, developing new and ingenious ways to bind and seal them away for eternity.

What the book failed to mention was the fact that the book was found. It was in Urufuu's possession. A fact that was true, but the details unknown. She never even dared write that the book had turned up once again. She never dared update anything to do with that... one... book. In fact, eerily... the book failed to mention sanban at all.
 
The last couple of moments were telling. While Fuu spoke of capable of being anywhere at anytime to record details, she was mortal. "Some are calling it the Black Vortex. Others are called it the Mirror of Revelation. It is something that has become ... worth the attention of those in the surrounding areas. Perhaps I used the wrong term, weapon would be perhaps more accurate. Weapons that are ... historic are oftentimes seen as artifacts."<i></i> He supposed. He shrugged his shoulders. "People have fought over weapons of extreme power before."<i></i> He offered. Seemingly though she was not aware of this particular item. He wondered why. Although her comment about how the war was already in effect could have been most accurate. "History writers often, after the event, explain how events at the time before the war work towards sparking it. Assassinations lead to declarations of war and the like. Have you ever recorded an arms race that ended peacefully or without one nation starving itself?"<i></i> He inquired knowing fully well she would have an answer for him. Strangely enough what she said about being a hero or a villain was ... almost consoling in a way. Two sides of the same coin. There was something pure in those words. "Heroes and villains are matters of perspective in most cases. I suppose there are those of demonic birth and origin routing for those who merely wish to bring an end of all things... because ... no existence is better than an existence where we completely destroy the earth we stand on."<i></i> He concluded on the matter.

Sousuke closed his eyes for a moment as he drew in Urufuu's details. Curiously Fuu was afraid of his intellect. "Everything. If Urufuu knew everything, then what prevented us from losing that battle at the dojo? Yume was in play. He was protecting her. His intellect should have allowed him to see every weakness of all the players present and he should have been able to take opportunity of that. I would have to think it was human limits then? The mind may be strong but the flesh can be weak. Granted that battle was ever changing... and maybe Urufuu's mind was not capable of keeping up with everything going on."<i></i> Was she suggesting that Uufuu knew everything there was to be? That was the one immediate alternative. His wondering were put to an end when he was instructed to turn to the page of the book. He did so. "Information and knowledge can be chosen to be kept to one self or to a grouping. We are all biased in one manner or another... but you are loyal to your order... as you are the last of them. I wonder then if all Oracles are impartial entities and are above the notions of good, decent, evil. Certainly then, Oracles do not acquire human property like that one rogue ranger?"<i></i> He spoke as he read the book. It was the history of their beloved hero. He closed the book, and held it close to him. It gave him pause. His eyes locked onto the floor. "The sword that Katuso wields. You fully know that sword was made by second generation Takahashi. It is still a powerful sword but it is not Shoki..."<i></i> He winced slightly at the concept of something. Gear were clicking in his mind. She spoke of him being unstoppable. His eyes narrowed as he looked skyward. The last sentence. At the same time Sousuke's mind snapped open as he backtracked. "Prime Diamund. The Kirishii. They're human? They were humans... or maybe humans or other creatures that were moulded accordingly by Homura. That is not to say that they-- they are? Aren't they?"<i></i> His head hurt. He held his head with his free hand snapping the book shut. "...Urgh..."<i></i> He groaned. This knowledge! This knowledge! This knowledge! It hurt his head. The ramification of everything was frightening. Sousuke paled slightly. He was on the edge of a cliff, metaphorically speaking. He took a seat and rubbed his temples. This was the equivalent to being slapped in the face with a metallic gauntlet. "What is it that which Urufuu truly possesses? He's not wielding a different form of ... it ... is he? When you rule out ... ... you know how the saying goes."<i></i> He noticed the look on Fuu's face. Was it fear? It was a frown. This entire time she had shown no emotional responses. Until now. "Do you have any idea how aware he is of his possession? Is he on borrowed time? He is older than he would appear to be. His exile was before my birth. My father will not detail me on the specifics."<i></i>
 
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Fuu
The Oracle

"Some are calling it the Black Vortex. Others are called it the Mirror of Revelation. It is something that has become ... worth the attention of those in the surrounding areas. Perhaps I used the wrong term, weapon would be perhaps more accurate. Weapons that are ... historic are oftentimes seen as artifacts."

"Has it destroyed a country before?"</B><i></i> Fuu countered. It was a simple question that would be worth pondering for the young Steward. Unlikely, however it was likely a nuisance that took lives and plagued several others. <B>"House dangerous items with care, if someone seeks them they are not to be trusted but ultimately they are also not wise." She was actually saying something negative about her cohorts, they were in fact artifact seekers and treasure-hunters. They were not the brains behind the incursion, neither was she in actuality. She only came to see what came from the mire and record their last days. "Wielding something that you do not understand is of greater risk to the man or woman brandishing the legendary weapon or artifact. Most come with a price.... And it cares not if you have not been properly edified." It was true that there was likely a wealth of terrible calamities only a hair's breath from being unleashed in a place such as Sunagakure, but there was also the fact that said weapons need to be used. There is a reason they are not in use presently. Pity they forgot.

"People have fought over weapons of extreme power before."

"Indubitably," Fuu replied. "That is why they are locked away -- the the safety of the deviants... not the civilians." There was the off-chance that someone would learn how to use one of these weapons, and that prospect was indeed terrifying. The possibility of a private collector or citizen procuring the same artifact was even more terrible certainly but the event would be rare if these items remained hidden from the prying eyes of fools all the same.

"History writers often, after the event, explain how events at the time before the war work towards sparking it. Assassinations lead to declarations of war and the like. Have you ever recorded an arms race that ended peacefully or without one nation starving itself?"

"Everything suffers -- everything grows," she replied cryptically.

"Heroes and villains are matters of perspective in most cases. I suppose there are those of demonic birth and origin routing for those who merely wish to bring an end of all things... because ... no existence is better than an existence where we completely destroy the earth we stand on."

Demons have earned the ire of her peers some time ago. The choice to cause havoc was still always theirs even if it was a part of their nature. Benevolence is the constant defiance of human nature as well, in a free-market society hard work is rewarded. People follow rules to prevent consequences, but there are a few rare cases where someone did something for the sake of good works. War regardless of a righteous cause is an evil act. She accepted the fact that the Cabal was evil, her willingness to stand by was also evil, Sunagakure no better in their cowardice in the face of the maelstrom and the way many Sunanites 'enjoy' their authority is no better.

"Everything. If Urufuu knew everything, then what prevented us from losing that battle at the dojo? Yume was in play. He was protecting her. His intellect should have allowed him to see every weakness of all the players present and he should have been able to take opportunity of that. I would have to think it was human limits then? The mind may be strong but the flesh can be weak. Granted that battle was ever changing... and maybe Urufuu's mind was not capable of keeping up with everything going on."

"....or the book led him to his fate," she countered. "The book speaks in riddles, it misleads but it never lies." There was still for those who could discern the wisdom of the book, limitless potential but also the boundless fear of what those phrases will tell. A tome filled with double meanings but could also unveil the secrets of the very universe was frightful indeed but something even she coveted but more than desired she feared the potential. The book that knows everything and cannot lie, what does that mean for the unfortunate reader?

"Information and knowledge can be chosen to be kept to one self or to a grouping. We are all biased in one manner or another... but you are loyal to your order... as you are the last of them. I wonder then if all Oracles are impartial entities and are above the notions of good, decent, evil. Certainly then, Oracles do not acquire human property like that one rogue ranger?"

"No, we are surrounded by many things, just calling it mine or ours seems counterproductive," Fuu tried to explain. She gestured to the books that were piled about the small space and the worn chair she was lounged in. "I have already read every book here, I will remember every word. What benefit is there in claiming it be mine?" Yes, they did forfeit all their belongings, a core tenant of their Order but there was a reason for all things. They are distractions -- Walden's desire for simplicity reflected in his choice to live with the barest of means allowed him to experience and to ponder and to know. The possession of a single rock in excess required additional care and took from his purpose.

"The sword that Katuso wields. You fully know that sword was made by second generation Takahashi. It is still a powerful sword but it is not Shoki..."

That may be true, but a weapon of true interest and destruction would be Shoki. It can negate reality; it can destroy the indestructible. "Surely."

"Prime Diamund. The Kirishii. They're human? They were humans... or maybe humans or other creatures that were moulded accordingly by Homura. That is not to say that they-- they are? Aren't they?"

"Once," she confirmed. "Human... Still human...," She stated simply. What difference did it make that they looked different. That they were stronger. That they were not the same, but she had white hair and Sousuke had... whatever it is in this thread. Did that make only one of them human? What did it make the other. Like the many great races of man, they were just another race. "With the many nomadic people of Wind Country, none the same... the Kirishii were no different."

"...Urgh..."

Sousuke clapped the massive tome closed. What she carried with her was not a record to supply her with information but to supply it to others. A picture is worth a thousand words. Those pages, detailed with photo-realistic images and pictographs describing history, technology, among other miscellaneous matters.

"What is it that which Urufuu truly possesses? He's not wielding a different form of ... it ... is he? When you rule out ... ... you know how the saying goes."

"The original," Fuu confirmed. If it was any other it would not be the one of legends. If there were multiple, there would be other cases. The corners of her lips were pointed downward. "You would not want such power to be replicated," she warned.

"Do you have any idea how aware he is of his possession? Is he on borrowed time? He is older than he would appear to be. His exile was before my birth. My father will not detail me on the specifics."

"The book does not have the power to prolong his life. However, what he has discerned from its pages could change a great many things." Fuu admitted with a shrug. "He was born about sixty years ago, he does not look as old as he actually is... but that does not mean he is not on borrowed time, he is where the book wants him to be and you will do whatever the book desires as the book is sentient and likely has its own ambitions. What they are I cannot imagine." It was strange how something that symbolized everything her order desired could foster such sentiments from her. The fear and the dismay. The dismal musings and the jealousy.
 
"The item in question itself and countries? No. Those who have used it? ... They have destroyed communities, and principalities. Principalities as in warlords who have declared themselves rulers in little corners, which usually last for some small amount of time. I don't think principalities really do count... maybe the word to be used here is segmented lands."<i></i> He paused. He realized this was getting long in the tooth. "Communities do make up a country though. Each contribute a skill set or resource which builds a country. The concept of a country is dependent on those who live in it. Pieces and players on the board are binding to it."<i></i> He stated more for himself than for Fuu. If left uncheck it could threaten the stability of the country though. Fuu's counsel was wise. He himself was in possession of the Black Blade. It was powerful, but it held repercussions in his death which was something he was working with. His own mortality was something that did not need to be expended, it was what came after and the terrors that lurked in the aftermath. Such was the problem when you had no proper heir.

As Sousuke listened to Fuu speak of the book and its nature there were things that clicked and ticked within the mind of the Steward. In the event that Shoki fell that weapon would be up for grabs and even a part of Sousuke wanted the blade, not for himself but for Katuso. The problem though would be that weapon would in time corrupt Katuso. "Agreed."<i></i> He spoke of the weapon being replicated. What the second generation Takahashi did was a commissions on behalf of the Sunahoshi. Was it symbolism? Was it something else entirely that was the reason unto which that weapon was made? "I don't do this because I want to. I do this because it is expected of me to do so. I am compelled."<i></i> He paused for a moment. "If we all devolve to what we want or want to be, in would be a very horrifying world of sloth and unwieldy powers. Man is the cruelest animal. Due to an ultra awareness of this and my own faults, this is why I truly aspire to be superior. I have to be a better version of myself. To prevent man from what it wants, and in that I am a hypocrite for I too am man."<i></i> The alternate would be to destroy what Urufuu had. The weapon to destroy Ancients to be destroyed by man... or at least locked away from the deviants. Who though would be able to keep this weapon locked away? The Toraono clan? No. Kuro would use that power to do what he thought would be for the good of all. What Kuro did not understand was his readiness to rip out Kaito's soul or the reprogramming of Naganisa was damaging to his own image. In that Kuro would maybe use the weapon for uses that the weapon wanted it to. Even what Sousuke wanted to do in the alternative... the weapon would have already conceived this and in time may prepare to have the otherwise prevented or ... perhaps that is what it wanted. "When dealing with the Original ... everything seems to be outside of what the individual wants, or rather is it what the Original wants. It almost seems pointless to even discuss it or think it."<i></i> In a word: frustrating. Like Fuu, Sousuke too would frown at the notion of this thing.

Sousuke held the book tightly. "The Kirishii, whether we like it or not, will not be viewed as humans. It is because of that difference in the flesh. My father treated them as equals. I do not know if he knew that ... or merely he kept it secret to protect them from ... others? I am not sure. My father likes to keep a lot of secrets from me, and I don't know what you've collected from over the years. I don't know if you've ever met him, or if he is aware of you. At least you've shown me the foolishness of my desire for a private death and how illogical it is."<i></i> He paused. His father's actions were something. He did something during those thirty years beneath the sands. Oftentimes he was absent looking for Daisuke, or perhaps he was fighting some unknown perceived evil. Sousuke liked to think his father was not an evil man or a sloth. "That being said. I don't like it, but you have your rights like everyone else ... and even then you'd find a way because ... ... because ... you simply can."<i></i> Perhaps his father was very much aware of Fuu and denied her the ability to record him?

"We have one more Order to go through. Journeymen ... which a term for apprentices who usually have stepped forward in their attempt to master a craftsmen art. It is traditionally the middle stage. That is not the case here for if it was so, then the Order would have been called the Masters."<i></i> He locked his gaze unto Fuu. "Are we Takahashi Journeymen traditionally or did we commit some egregious act to forsake our position? Or perhaps are we pretenders?"<i></i> It was something that was slightly saddening. To know that his clan, if so, had fallen in such a manner. True the secret of Fire Forged Steel was kept secret, but it was for the safety of the deviants.
 
"The item in question itself and countries? No. Those who have used it? ... They have destroyed communities, and principalities. Principalities as in warlords who have declared themselves rulers in little corners, which usually last for some small amount of time. I don't think principalities really do count... maybe the word to be used here is segmented lands."

Fuu nodded quietly, letting the Steward verbalize his thoughts. Did he understand where she was going? Probably. Sometimes it was better for them to reach the same conclusion on their own. There always seemed to be a different level of retention when a man or woman was 'told' something rather than 'learned.' Learning involves not only understanding but utilizing the information at hand. A man can understand something as obscure as genetics but utilizing it in a meaningful manner or considering this fact when they make decisions is another thing entirely.

"Communities do make up a country though. Each contribute a skill set or resource which builds a country. The concept of a country is dependent on those who live in it. Pieces and players on the board are binding to it."</B><i></i>

"Yes, but summon into mind dear Steward: this world and what we make of it is our choice... Who rules us. Who condemns us. The tides of precedent and tradition will soon change, because man has the power to sway the heart of men if he is clever. If he is obliquitous. A people make the populace of Sunagakure as well as Kaze no Kuni and they submit to the laws set forth by the government because they choose to do so. A bloodline tied to the throne be it Kazekage or King is subject to change; a decree from a dead god will not last forever. If the rage and pain is fed, the people will demand a new society."</B><i></i> She warned. This was in reference to not only his reign, but that of the Diamyo and the Sunahoshi. The errant Sunahoshi heir will likely never ascend to the throne, he neglected Sunagakure for too long and left it for a generation in idle hands.The Diamyo made his first move, a move to take everything. The Cabal stirred the sentiments of the people. She could have said more, explained the Diamyo's plan to assault Sunagakure. The Diamyo's desire to destroy the last sovereign agrarian culture that remains in Wind Country. His reason was simple: power and fear. Power was his primary stake in the matter, a military force not directly under his control so near was a threat. This plan has occurred over the course of decades. The Diamyo seeing his plan come to fruition in his lifetime -- the isolation of a military community to earn the ire of its subjects as well as the surrounding territories. An attack where a handful of disposable men and women attacked and subjugated the community, be it for a matter of hours or indefinitely to demonstrate how far this military society has fallen. During this time of isolation and the time that followed when they 'escaped' opportunistic villains might take their shot. During all of this time, he was building his own force: The Sovereign.

<B>"I don't do this because I want to. I do this because it is expected of me to do so. I am compelled."

Fuu smirked as the Steward made this admission. "We are what we choose, and sometimes we choose to be what we are expected to be." Sousuke continued on, talking about wanting to be something more. To be something more... or better than human. From Fuu's perspective, there is nothing better than a sentient human who attempts to reach their greatest potential. The potential of man is something she had never been able to measure, and it is not because she has not tried but rather has never succeeded. In the end, it was not her place to change the tides of fate. Despite all of her learning she was still a fatalist at heart. Her intervention limited by the intent of her order and by the mandate of her curiosity.

"The Kirishii, whether we like it or not, will not be viewed as humans. It is because of that difference in the flesh. My father treated them as equals. I do not know if he knew that ... or merely he kept it secret to protect them from ... others? I am not sure. My father likes to keep a lot of secrets from me, and I don't know what you've collected from over the years. I don't know if you've ever met him, or if he is aware of you. At least you've shown me the foolishness of my desire for a private death and how illogical it is."

"This is my first time in Sunagakure, but our paths have crossed," she replied cryptically. "He made some poor choices, but you can only make a conclusion with the information you are provided." She added simply. All Judori knew was that there was a storm, a terrible one and to save the lives of some he burrowed into the earth. She could have shared all she knew, just like she could do the same for Sousuke. It was not that she would have denied either the truth, but her mind was a vast information resource. She had to be asked the right question to provide the right answer. [Note: How well they know each other I will defer to Sousuke to state in the narrative of his next post so we have a papertrail of it here.

"That being said. I don't like it, but you have your rights like everyone else ... and even then you'd find a way because ... ... because ... you simply can."

It would appear that the things the Steward learned this day were troublesome indeed.

"We have one more Order to go through. Journeymen ... which a term for apprentices who usually have stepped forward in their attempt to master a craftsmen art. It is traditionally the middle stage. That is not the case here for if it was so, then the Order would have been called the Masters."

"If that was the case, then there would be no further efforts to improve their craft." Fuu replied simply as she gestured for him to turn to the page of the book that detailed the Journeymen.
[legend="[size=5][color=teal][b]Journeymen[/b][/color][/size]"]The genesis of the Order of Journeymen can be traced back to the Age of Primus and the God's Fall that preceded the liberation of humanity. It is said that Primus' blade and armor were the greatest achievement of the Journeymen's Order. Those who claim lineage to the Journeymen often state that Journeyman's armor was the product of a dozen Journeymen and gave Primus the strength of one-hundred men and often boast that it was their wares that gave Primus the ability to overcome the power of the Gods.

The Journeymen are a trade order that specializes in armors and weapons. It is said that a Journeymen is an expert in every form of armed combat and that their weapons which often bear their family name and sigil are the strongest, sharpest, and best weapons produced. Their secrets have been closely guarded and often Journeymen run in families but in cases where there is no heir, apprentices are often found among promising local youth.

In the present day Journeymen are not only unrivaled in their weapon martial skill but also skilled in armors and in some cases technology. Some Journeymen are tinkerers capable of making proficient EMP grenades, the creation and manipulation of mannequins or even the creation of armored suits capable of serving as more than a protective shell. Crafting is considered to be a lucrative trade in modern Suna, the Sunan and Wind Country government often has high regards for Journeymen because their wares are the essential tools of the shinobi vocation. In addition, many Journeymen are also instructors due to their in-depth knowledge and affinity for their weapon crafts. In fact, it is common for a Journeymen to become an educator for a brief period to find an apprentice if they have no appropriate legitimate or illegitimate offspring of their own.


  • <B>Defining Characteristics of Journeymen<i></i>
    • It is believed that some Journeymen are capable of sealing the souls of their ancestors or other potentially powerful beings into weapons and armors. They believe that the soul that inhabits the weapon gives it strength.
    • All of a Journeyman's weapons have a signature appearance to them [be it a color, glow, insignia, etc].
    • Journeyman's are "experts" in every weapon type they manufacture and can wield their weapon better than anyone else could with the same exact weapon.
    • Many Journeymen are considered to be financially well-off due to the fact that most Crafters sell their wares.
      • Merchant Lord Fukui Shino and his family are a Journeymen presently.
      • The Satsugai family is a group of Journeymen, also the previous owners of Naganisa. [Refer to Naganisa's file]
    • Journeymen are held in high regard in Sunan and Wind Country.
[/legend]

"Are we Takahashi Journeymen traditionally or did we commit some egregious act to forsake our position? Or perhaps are we pretenders?"

"You are a Journeyman."
 
"Old powers moved the world. They created the sky, the earth, and a myriad of other things. Old power is to be respected... and it is meant to be feared."<i></i> He spoke in reference to the ancients who once ruled them. "Primus may have defeated them, but the power of the ancient court transferred to him. People in their anger and rage may create a new society, but in time things that were may become whole once more. Reckonings do occur as it is part of a vicious cycle."<i></i> Again Sousuke speaking more to himself and not Fuu, he was unsure of himself. "Power is such a curious thing. A common sell sword stands before three people of perceived power, a rich man, a priest, and a King. Each ask the sell sword to kill other two."<i></i> He stopped the narrative or riddle, he turned to Fuu. "A curious scenario, isn't it? It's a trick. Power is where one believes it to be. A riddle of sorts, one that may even entertain Shouki."<i></i> He shook his head. He believed in old power. He beleived in powers such as Mikaboshi to be capable of moving the earth, the moon, and the stars. The Black Blade was evidence of this. Mikaboshi was instrumental in the defeat of the Djinn. "What does man do when old powers arise and strike us down? Would have the Cabal been capable of besting the Djinn? Granted of course Urufuu has the Original. Would have the weapon allowed him to win, or would it have allowed Urufuu to fall, and then we enter yet another phase of the weapon entering a mystery phase."<i></i> It was alot of conjecture. "I'm not arguing or disagreeing with you. I merely question the nature of people and events."<i></i>

Sousuke raised an eyebrow at Fuu when she spoke of having never been to Sungakure and having met his father. "I've heard stories of my father never smiling of being full of mirth. He was a grim man who I saw occasionally when growing up. Was this true? I'm sure he had his reasons, but he wasn't there to set my bones back in place when they were broken by bullies when I was a child."<i></i> He hesitated. Why was he asking Fuu these questions? His father was an important man, a Steward who was trying to help put a Sunahoshi back on the throne for years, a seat that was empty and remained empty. The smirk on her face was unsettling. He blinked as he stared at her. "My father could have become the Kazekage. He didn't though. Perhaps it was because he did not want to commit the original sin of disobedience to the one rule, or perhaps he still mourns for his friend. I do not have such a luxury of sorts. I may very well have to become the Kazekage. I know my nobles will support me, as I sustain them and if left to their own devices they will resort to cannibals, metaphorically speaking. I help my court, and they in turn help me. I help out the impoverished resident, and in turn they remember me. I freed some slaves in the Inferno who were ... held by monstrosities of the demonic nature. I must continue to widen my gaze to aid others. In turn it will galvanize the community in the event of my death? To do what? Dependent on what I do of course."<i></i>

Sousuke turned to the pages that she bid him to. Seemingly the Takahashi clan were Journeymen since the inception. An inspiring thought, but it was consistent with their natural history. The page included details of the Soon's family and another family he was not familiar with. The last part of it explained maybe part of his .. ability to survive the court. Journeymen were held high. He did indeed make ceremonial weapons for his nobles, and they did in fact appreciate his fine crafts. A stark revelation did come to the Steward. He lacked an apprentice, and as such did he too lack a proper heir. Aki was not on paper his heir, but such was indeed necessary. He was hesitant, but was he ever not hesitant in something that would ever be truly for the good of others? Sousuke opened his mouth to speak, but the cat had seem to catch him by the tongue. With much effort he made a gesture of thanks, and spoke again. "I thought the previous owner of Naganisa were a group of rangers. It would seem she has changed hands. This former household who owned her, even I do not recognize their name. Would you kindly enlighten me? It is entirely possible she slew them all as an act of revenge. The Soon merchant, obviously as he sees us as a rival and has been wanting to know the riddle of Fire Forged Steel."<i></i> He paused for a moment. "I suspect I have been most tiring of your patience given my ... fits of silence and thought. I'm afraid to say ... I am not a people person unlike Katuso or my friend Harupia."<i></i>
 
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Fuu
The Oracle

“One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.”

Some men simply needed a chance to talk. An opportunity to vocalize their insecurities and their shortcomings. Why her? Perhaps he saw her as a kindred spirit. Perhaps he assumed she would never leave this room alive. He told her a riddle, it was enough to bring a half smile to her face. There was a singular obvious answer for her as there would be for her son. For him to see it as an impossible conundrum told much of him as a man as similar would reiterate who or what she was. A scholar... a scientist... a curious mind. She would leave the three to fight it out and she would watch as a spectator from afar, interested only in the choices made by those present and the ultimate outcome. Shouki would kill all three -- he has no want for money and desires only the sport.

"What does man do when old powers arise and strike us down? Would have the Cabal been capable of besting the Djinn? Granted of course Urufuu has the Original. Would have the weapon allowed him to win, or would it have allowed Urufuu to fall, and then we enter yet another phase of the weapon entering a mystery phase. I'm not arguing or disagreeing with you. I merely question the nature of people and events."

"Yes," Fuu answered immediately without consideration. The forgotten, powerful and old is what they specialized in. She pulled herself up from the chair she had lounged herself across. Her bare feed padded across the room to a wall of books, all of which were old and clean of dust. She had read each of them rather recently, her skill with the word was not limited to only writing.

"I've heard stories of my father never smiling of being full of mirth. He was a grim man who I saw occasionally when growing up. Was this true? I'm sure he had his reasons, but he wasn't there to set my bones back in place when they were broken by bullies when I was a child."

"He was... a different man than the one you knew, Sunagakure's exodus to this subterranean realm was a Pyrrhic victory." His father not only lived with a fear but rather with the knowledge that some day something would transpire. Something would find them and with nowhere to run and with limited means of defense, disaster was looming just over the horizon. It had to be a terrible burden to suffer, being the one who made the choice. It was the only choice he could to survive so they could fight another day. It likely destroyed him, at least the ego a man in power was expected to possess. That was in part the Diamyo's plan.

"My father could have become the Kazekage. He didn't though. Perhaps it was because he did not want to commit the original sin of disobedience to the one rule, or perhaps he still mourns for his friend. I do not have such a luxury of sorts. I may very well have to become the Kazekage. I know my nobles will support me, as I sustain them and if left to their own devices they will resort to cannibals, metaphorically speaking. I help my court, and they in turn help me. I help out the impoverished resident, and in turn they remember me. I freed some slaves in the Inferno who were ... held by monstrosities of the demonic nature. I must continue to widen my gaze to aid others. In turn it will galvanize the community in the event of my death? To do what? Dependent on what I do of course."

Her bare heels pressed against the walls she replied simply, "you fear being forgotten. Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale." She took a step back, through what should have been a book-covered wall while the Steward gave her one last query.

"I thought the previous owner of Naganisa were a group of rangers. It would seem she has changed hands. This former household who owned her, even I do not recognize their name. Would you kindly enlighten me? It is entirely possible she slew them all as an act of revenge. The Soon merchant, obviously as he sees us as a rival and has been wanting to know the riddle of Fire Forged Steel. I suspect I have been most tiring of your patience given my ... fits of silence and thought. I'm afraid to say ... I am not a people person unlike Katuso or my friend Harupia."</B><i></i>

<B>"Disquisitive minds must know, but some secrets are not mine to share." Her voice muffled and distant. "But I am always watching."

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Sousuke allowed the final words of Fuu to ring through his mind. He watched her vanish. She was part of a larger game that was to be played. Her voice was faint, but he did hear it. Fuu was neither friend nor foe, but had a great capacity to become a foe. The Steward stood still his hands balled into fists as he allowed the shadows in the room to come to him. He knew she was long gone, but the time had come to dispel all that remained before him. All the mystery. The game was a foot. The game and the realm. That is what was left but amongst all of this, there was something missing, ever present in the mind of the Steward.

The shadows swirled around him and formed a cloak and hood. The Steward took the form of Shade. This was the form that he took to cut down Kaito. "Watch me well Fuu. Record my deeds for good or ill. Record me well so you can find weakness and exploit it."<i></i> He spoke strongly. This small encounter had something bigger to become and now it was time to play it on the board. Ancient knowledge with purpose to be used to bring Sungakure out and into the sun. While the sun burned brightly, it only did so for so many hours in a day, "The end days are not upon us yet."<i></i> He placed the book she gave him underneath his armn and in turn Sousuke took hold of one of the books in the room. With a gauntlet hand he opened it. Never leave anything behind. Everything has meaning.

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What Sousuke would find in this room was curious. Quite curious indeed. Fuu had taken great interest in medical books 'liberated' from your library. It would appear that she had a keen interest in the blight caused by Barynx's corruption.
 

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