Darkness engulfed the night as only a crescent revealed itself in the sky with very few stars. Tiny specs of snow trickled down to the snowy ground and created a thick fluffy layer of snow one would sink their feet through.
...It had been years......
........Perhaps decades had passed......since the tragic event of the susukino district....
The district of Kumogakure where horror, fear, and destruction spread like a plague in the blink of an eye on a single night over a matter of minutes. The terrain was destroyed as buildings crumbled. lives were taken in mere seconds and lives were also sacrificed that same night to keep Kumogakure safe.
The blood demon king, Mazoku revealed himself by a method still unknown to this day despite all the examinations of the area. On this day when the demon showed as he sought to destroy cloud, he proved to the village exactly why he was deemed a king from the underworld.
Upon Daisukes and Junko's sacrifice that night, the demon was was sealed away into the young prodigy brother, saving thousands of lives. Unfortunately, that battle was only the beginning of many as Junko battled day and night for control over the evil inside of him.
Overtime through research, development, and mastery over a variety of specializations, Junko found a way to separate from the chaotic energy that was trapped inside him. Performing the necessary ritual, Junko detached the demonic spirit from himself and split it in two. Placing the evil inside his blade, he was free as he was left with only the light. A light that gave him control over the darkness.
The Tsuyoshi had stepped into the middle of war as he was holding the eldest and strongest blood demon of all. The blood demon army promised to released their king and destroy the village hidden in the clouds. Unfortunately for them, they received a major set back upon a battle within the spine of the world, causing their numbers to drop tremendously. Only few if not any blood demons remained.
After so much time had pass, Kumo now stood in times of peace. The only blood that's ever truly shed are those of animals as predators hunted prey. Upon the snowy grounds outside the village, over a dozen squirrels laid about mauled under a tree. Chunks missing from their bodies along with missing ligaments and bones spread around the area. Large crows picked at the kills as they were food well earned. Meanwhile, an old farmer cursed at the birds for their mess. Someone had to clean this up.