The weight of age fell upon Migoya’s shoulders as the last of the vicious tendrils was removed, returning the once immortal Myakashi to that of a ‘normal’ mortal once again.
Having the thought of eternal life before him secretly terrified Migoya. His own children had grown up around him as he had remained looking the same age. What people thought was a blessing turned out to be a curse as those you loved withered away in front of you. All you kept were the memories, and most memories are hollow, painful and confusing. Indeed, he had gathered several lifetimes of knowledge, but with that knowledge came a yearning for simplicity.
It had taken some time to locate someone who was capable of reversing the insidious Earth Grudge Fear curse placed on him, but one has found in a small hamlet in the Land of Wind. There was many things that needed to be planned, but once he had ensured the safety of his clan in the mountains of Moon country he could now be a little more… selfish.
“The last of the tendrils are removed, Migoya-san,” The strange witch-doctor stated in a whisper. “From now on however you will need to draw on the power of your seal to survive and sustain you. I would recommend that you perhaps transplant your soul into another receptacle when the time is right. For a small fee I can arrange…”
“No - this is fine, for now”, Migoya responded, knowing full well that he could create his own clones in the future and in fact had done so year previously and the form he was now entering was one such creation. He could feel the pulsing of the chakra seal that now stood in the center of his chest where his heart (well, hearts) once beat, knowing that it would resemble a ‘normal’ person’s heart, so his true nature would not be easily revealed.
Looking down at his hand, he saw the complexity of the human form - the removal of those tendrils had given back to him the opportunity for revenge, this time with a very real chance of death.
Death though would be his tool this time.
WC: 365
Having the thought of eternal life before him secretly terrified Migoya. His own children had grown up around him as he had remained looking the same age. What people thought was a blessing turned out to be a curse as those you loved withered away in front of you. All you kept were the memories, and most memories are hollow, painful and confusing. Indeed, he had gathered several lifetimes of knowledge, but with that knowledge came a yearning for simplicity.
It had taken some time to locate someone who was capable of reversing the insidious Earth Grudge Fear curse placed on him, but one has found in a small hamlet in the Land of Wind. There was many things that needed to be planned, but once he had ensured the safety of his clan in the mountains of Moon country he could now be a little more… selfish.
“The last of the tendrils are removed, Migoya-san,” The strange witch-doctor stated in a whisper. “From now on however you will need to draw on the power of your seal to survive and sustain you. I would recommend that you perhaps transplant your soul into another receptacle when the time is right. For a small fee I can arrange…”
“No - this is fine, for now”, Migoya responded, knowing full well that he could create his own clones in the future and in fact had done so year previously and the form he was now entering was one such creation. He could feel the pulsing of the chakra seal that now stood in the center of his chest where his heart (well, hearts) once beat, knowing that it would resemble a ‘normal’ person’s heart, so his true nature would not be easily revealed.
Looking down at his hand, he saw the complexity of the human form - the removal of those tendrils had given back to him the opportunity for revenge, this time with a very real chance of death.
Death though would be his tool this time.
WC: 365