Part of traveling to Suna, he had arranged for his family to find a place to stay in Soon's Haven. The Harbor was full of life, and Hisao enjoyed the sea. He had an important ritual to complete with his family, as part of the next stage of his Wuyue, his five mountains. We have 3 mountains here ready to be formed, but first I must guide them to being ready for their roles. One final step, how ever unfortunate that step may be. He nodded to Yong, sitting in the corner sipping his ever present tea.
Hisao gathered the children in front of him, ready for the next stage of their development. He had given them one allowance in their upbringing, and it was time to correct the mistake the old man had made. We need warriors, not children, and its time to help them move to the next stage. They sat obedient, loyalty to Hisao ingrained in the very fibre of their being. Observing their surroundings, looking for the next trial or test.
”Kiko, Joben, Seijun,” Hisao looked at each one in turn, making eye contact without fear of their Sharingan, before continuing, ”Your training has been hard, as we have forged you into what you are now. But as Shinobi you still have one weakness in you, and even a single imperfection can destroy even the hardest steel. It’s time for that imperfection to be removed. Atsume?”
Hisao’s daughter moved into the room carrying a katana on a pillow. He had told her of the ritual he would be taking them through, a final test of will. She knelt next to the fire-pit in the center of the room and placed the blade into the coals. Hisao slowly paced over to the fire, the triplet’s attention riveted to him. ”I was born of Kohona, and in the land of fire, we have the Will of Fire. The village betrayed me, but I never betrayed my homeland. I have created the Wuyue with my own hands, and now I am extending those hands to you.” Taking a grip on the handle of the katana, he ignored the heat.
”In order for you to inherit that Will of Fire, weakness must be culled.” Looking into his daughter’s eyes, he thought about a time, long ago, when he would have hesitated, or blamed his coming actions on The Voice that he had long since removed from his head. Placing his hand on Atsume’s cheek he spoke softly, ”Thank you daughter, your service to this family has always been selfless.” In one movement, he drew the sword from the coals and struck, moving with unnatural speed.
”Don’t look away, watch. Focus on what has just happened. Let the anger burn into you, but control it. There is no reversing it, it is done, so harness it, use it. Your mother is gone and nothing will bring her back. Your weakness has been removed.” Ignoring the sound of Atsume’s body falling, he stared intently at his grandchildren, and suppressed a smile. He could see the turmoil fighting on each of their faces, and more importantly he could see the tomoe of their eyes change, elongating into variations of the Mangekyou patterns. Well done daughter, your children did not waste your sacrifice.
WC: 549
Hisao gathered the children in front of him, ready for the next stage of their development. He had given them one allowance in their upbringing, and it was time to correct the mistake the old man had made. We need warriors, not children, and its time to help them move to the next stage. They sat obedient, loyalty to Hisao ingrained in the very fibre of their being. Observing their surroundings, looking for the next trial or test.
”Kiko, Joben, Seijun,” Hisao looked at each one in turn, making eye contact without fear of their Sharingan, before continuing, ”Your training has been hard, as we have forged you into what you are now. But as Shinobi you still have one weakness in you, and even a single imperfection can destroy even the hardest steel. It’s time for that imperfection to be removed. Atsume?”
Hisao’s daughter moved into the room carrying a katana on a pillow. He had told her of the ritual he would be taking them through, a final test of will. She knelt next to the fire-pit in the center of the room and placed the blade into the coals. Hisao slowly paced over to the fire, the triplet’s attention riveted to him. ”I was born of Kohona, and in the land of fire, we have the Will of Fire. The village betrayed me, but I never betrayed my homeland. I have created the Wuyue with my own hands, and now I am extending those hands to you.” Taking a grip on the handle of the katana, he ignored the heat.
”In order for you to inherit that Will of Fire, weakness must be culled.” Looking into his daughter’s eyes, he thought about a time, long ago, when he would have hesitated, or blamed his coming actions on The Voice that he had long since removed from his head. Placing his hand on Atsume’s cheek he spoke softly, ”Thank you daughter, your service to this family has always been selfless.” In one movement, he drew the sword from the coals and struck, moving with unnatural speed.
”Don’t look away, watch. Focus on what has just happened. Let the anger burn into you, but control it. There is no reversing it, it is done, so harness it, use it. Your mother is gone and nothing will bring her back. Your weakness has been removed.” Ignoring the sound of Atsume’s body falling, he stared intently at his grandchildren, and suppressed a smile. He could see the turmoil fighting on each of their faces, and more importantly he could see the tomoe of their eyes change, elongating into variations of the Mangekyou patterns. Well done daughter, your children did not waste your sacrifice.
WC: 549
