It was somber, well as somber as the Grand Palais could be. It was an institution of decay. The buildings, the roads, the walls, the people, all of it seemed to be a perverted shadow of what once was, or what should have been. This was supposed to be a great establishment, but was now nothing more than a museum of degenerates. Coincidentally, it was also the location of a formerly blonde hair shinobi of the Sand Village.
During the months that past following the events were a group invaded and locked down Suna, Roku found himself locked in a constant battle. He had just awoken from a coma brought about by his grueling training in the Diamond Maelstrom, and quickly found himself, upon waking, fighting an onslaught. Prisoners, invaders and opportunist that picked to act during the chaos were like a raging sea before him, and the reckless youth chose to jump in head first. Without a break, he fought, he infiltrated, in spied on and he survived. During these exploits he donned a mask and cape for the majority of it, referring to himself as Kasha, and soon found himself lost in the mask and the battle.
He lost track of time, he lost track of those he cared for and he lost track of his own identity. It wasn't until one of his final raids, one in which he had performed to keep an eye on the actions of Aburabuta Hirotomi. Hirotomi had recently approached Roku in his alter ego state and gave a proposition that cleared opened the door for suspicion. It may have seemed as his suspicions were correct as his raid on a known location of the Aburabuta business led to an ambush, which ultimately ended in an explosion. All of this had become very standard for Roku in his endless fighting but what happened to be different this time was this explosion coincided with one of the few that erupted in the walls that eventually led to the return to the surface for the village, but only led to a chunk of debris implaing Roku.
With a chunk of Suna penetrating Roku's chest, he staggered his way into the depths of the still subterranean portion of the village. As the village made its way, once more, to the surface, Roku retreated to the lowest point. Mentally, physically and emotionally he was broken and had it not been for the help of one of the shadiest doctors he had ever made contact with during his drinking nights, he might have stayed there. But overtime, thanks to the medical treatment and the stress relieving night ride of vigilantism in the Grand Palais, he rebuilt himself. It was time to return to the surface, both figuratively and literally. It was time for Roku to once more attempt to make his mark on the world around him.
"Good bye depths, I still be around on the prowl but I have some people I need to see again..."
MFT -500 words
During the months that past following the events were a group invaded and locked down Suna, Roku found himself locked in a constant battle. He had just awoken from a coma brought about by his grueling training in the Diamond Maelstrom, and quickly found himself, upon waking, fighting an onslaught. Prisoners, invaders and opportunist that picked to act during the chaos were like a raging sea before him, and the reckless youth chose to jump in head first. Without a break, he fought, he infiltrated, in spied on and he survived. During these exploits he donned a mask and cape for the majority of it, referring to himself as Kasha, and soon found himself lost in the mask and the battle.
He lost track of time, he lost track of those he cared for and he lost track of his own identity. It wasn't until one of his final raids, one in which he had performed to keep an eye on the actions of Aburabuta Hirotomi. Hirotomi had recently approached Roku in his alter ego state and gave a proposition that cleared opened the door for suspicion. It may have seemed as his suspicions were correct as his raid on a known location of the Aburabuta business led to an ambush, which ultimately ended in an explosion. All of this had become very standard for Roku in his endless fighting but what happened to be different this time was this explosion coincided with one of the few that erupted in the walls that eventually led to the return to the surface for the village, but only led to a chunk of debris implaing Roku.
With a chunk of Suna penetrating Roku's chest, he staggered his way into the depths of the still subterranean portion of the village. As the village made its way, once more, to the surface, Roku retreated to the lowest point. Mentally, physically and emotionally he was broken and had it not been for the help of one of the shadiest doctors he had ever made contact with during his drinking nights, he might have stayed there. But overtime, thanks to the medical treatment and the stress relieving night ride of vigilantism in the Grand Palais, he rebuilt himself. It was time to return to the surface, both figuratively and literally. It was time for Roku to once more attempt to make his mark on the world around him.
"Good bye depths, I still be around on the prowl but I have some people I need to see again..."
MFT -500 words