People change, and so do their demeanor. The man you once knew could potentially be different the next day. This is the circle of life we are all trapped in. The cursed Santaru stood at the apex of The Spine of the World staring out at the vast landscape of Kumogakure and the lowland beneath him. He could see all the storms around him and rolling in from the distance; everything was much more violent up here being closer to the stratosphere, if only man could traverse into space, but that was an impossibility for the foreseeable future. His mind was raking all the malicious thoughts and malcontent that he experienced in Suna, he hadn't felt the repercussions of the event, but he couldn't sleep for a moment without trying to hunt for something or someone.
Only up here was his mind truly clear to think; being one with the sky and the clouds, that's what his father had him to achieve clarity, but even now he could still hear the screaming voices of a malicious beast beckoning him to slaughter people that gave him a second chance, but they are also the ones that abandoned him and labelled him a sexual deviant... His brother abandoned his side when he came to his aid; his father said when all trust is lost, always trust your family, but what trust is left if even your family abandons you? The events began to make his blood boil.
They also attempted to shove him from a position he is completely qualified for, for the Head of the Santaru Clan that has little to no experience in the field. The asinine decisions were beginning to take their toll on his already ravaged mind, but what was he to do? He was just a mere man, well a vessel for many bodies. He couldn't rely on his family, nor would he want to get them involved in what he would conjure up. He didn't know what he was becoming, or what was going on with his mind. Everything was so simple until he went to Suna for the exams; thoughts on destruction and terrorism flooded his mind and took all his will not to succumb.
He gazed his eyes on everything around him, so much potential to be had; a little form of the hands and an avalanche would befall whatever was below. Do it... Without fail he heard his voice resonate inside his head; the infuriating sound of Orochi's voice had the capability of sending him into a bloodlust alone if it weren't for the serene surroundings. What purpose do I have to send the denizens below into peril? What have innocent done to wrong me? Why do they deserve my retribution? The silence afterwards was almost malleable in his hands, but there was no reply, only silence.
He put a hand up to his chest and could still feel the warm beat of his heart going strong, and let out a cold sigh of relief, Even monsters have a heart beat... The statement sent a shiver down his spine, And apparently dark blobs of chakra and evil still have a voice for some reason. His retort was rather an empty investment, and was just for the sake of retorting, but he should've know the futility of making empty comments.
He spotted the charred remains of the house burnt down, his memory recalled it as the place of his fathers birth. The place of his beginning. The place before he betrayed his people to raise him and his siblings, and they didn't even care; inert rage piled into his core. His hand at his side swung up suddenly parallel from the ground with a gravitational force, which forced the clouds surrounding the mountain top to scatter outwards. Crush everything... With a steady and quick succession of seals he could feel the mountain under him rumble with an equal rage as an Avalanche Mastered began to consume the helpless mountainside residing people to their own icy grave, much like his father was put protecting him, yet they would never know, none of them would.
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After his moment of destruction and terrorism his gave shifted outward to the country of Wind where all his problems originated from, but he saw them less as problems and more as squandered opportunities; why was he captured initially? What did they want from him? What did they hope to gain from him? They knew plenty on him, so he doubted information was their end goal, and why was he fed a blob of pure evil? The power creep has been pain staking for him to control, and he would doubt the village leadership would like him hunting his own people, they would gun him down like a dog, if they could catch him. He laughed at his own statement; he had evaded them plenty of times, and was only caught during a meeting, but he wouldn't make that same mistake next time.
Strength in numbers..... I show them...
After a moment of silence to himself and his father, he would ride a rail of lightning down the side of the mountain, much like how he got up there. Before he departed back to the village, he carved into the face of the mountain, A day will come when the Storm won't be stopped. With those words he would take his leave from the Spine of the World.
[Topic Entered/Left]
[Run Time: 30 Min]
[S-rank]
Only up here was his mind truly clear to think; being one with the sky and the clouds, that's what his father had him to achieve clarity, but even now he could still hear the screaming voices of a malicious beast beckoning him to slaughter people that gave him a second chance, but they are also the ones that abandoned him and labelled him a sexual deviant... His brother abandoned his side when he came to his aid; his father said when all trust is lost, always trust your family, but what trust is left if even your family abandons you? The events began to make his blood boil.
They also attempted to shove him from a position he is completely qualified for, for the Head of the Santaru Clan that has little to no experience in the field. The asinine decisions were beginning to take their toll on his already ravaged mind, but what was he to do? He was just a mere man, well a vessel for many bodies. He couldn't rely on his family, nor would he want to get them involved in what he would conjure up. He didn't know what he was becoming, or what was going on with his mind. Everything was so simple until he went to Suna for the exams; thoughts on destruction and terrorism flooded his mind and took all his will not to succumb.
He gazed his eyes on everything around him, so much potential to be had; a little form of the hands and an avalanche would befall whatever was below. Do it... Without fail he heard his voice resonate inside his head; the infuriating sound of Orochi's voice had the capability of sending him into a bloodlust alone if it weren't for the serene surroundings. What purpose do I have to send the denizens below into peril? What have innocent done to wrong me? Why do they deserve my retribution? The silence afterwards was almost malleable in his hands, but there was no reply, only silence.
He put a hand up to his chest and could still feel the warm beat of his heart going strong, and let out a cold sigh of relief, Even monsters have a heart beat... The statement sent a shiver down his spine, And apparently dark blobs of chakra and evil still have a voice for some reason. His retort was rather an empty investment, and was just for the sake of retorting, but he should've know the futility of making empty comments.
He spotted the charred remains of the house burnt down, his memory recalled it as the place of his fathers birth. The place of his beginning. The place before he betrayed his people to raise him and his siblings, and they didn't even care; inert rage piled into his core. His hand at his side swung up suddenly parallel from the ground with a gravitational force, which forced the clouds surrounding the mountain top to scatter outwards. Crush everything... With a steady and quick succession of seals he could feel the mountain under him rumble with an equal rage as an Avalanche Mastered began to consume the helpless mountainside residing people to their own icy grave, much like his father was put protecting him, yet they would never know, none of them would.
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After his moment of destruction and terrorism his gave shifted outward to the country of Wind where all his problems originated from, but he saw them less as problems and more as squandered opportunities; why was he captured initially? What did they want from him? What did they hope to gain from him? They knew plenty on him, so he doubted information was their end goal, and why was he fed a blob of pure evil? The power creep has been pain staking for him to control, and he would doubt the village leadership would like him hunting his own people, they would gun him down like a dog, if they could catch him. He laughed at his own statement; he had evaded them plenty of times, and was only caught during a meeting, but he wouldn't make that same mistake next time.
Strength in numbers..... I show them...
After a moment of silence to himself and his father, he would ride a rail of lightning down the side of the mountain, much like how he got up there. Before he departed back to the village, he carved into the face of the mountain, A day will come when the Storm won't be stopped. With those words he would take his leave from the Spine of the World.
[Topic Entered/Left]
[Run Time: 30 Min]
[S-rank]