BGM: Secrets Revealed
It was a wispy silence. The kind you can't touch. The kind you can't feel. You simply recognize its presence. You refuse to disturb it. Why? What's so bad about breaking things up? What's wrong with stepping outside of the norm, in order to perform feats and accomplish goals no one else has thought of? Silence isn't a good thing. It stagnates and produces nothing. How do you progress silently? You don't. You die silently. You wither silently. You dissolve silently. You cannot create silently.
He'd traveled a long ways to get here, to the heart of the Land of Lightning: Raiden's Eye. He'd been traveling around a lot, actually, looking for the whispers and the erased secrets that were inevitably left behind by people. You can't erase a presence completely. There's always something that remains. Kotsuko knew this. He knew that if he searched hard enough, the secrets he wished to know would unravel themselves. He heard the whispers. He saw the blotches that hadn't been erased properly. He was onto something—he could feel it. For weeks he'd been driven by a single purpose: to find the remains of Isaki Kushin's work. While the book was back in the library of Kumogakure, he could still remember the words he'd read as clearly as ever. The ex-Medical Sennin's personal notes, detailing exactly the phenomenon that Ko wished to replicate—an object that acted like a container, holding the soul of one who has long since departed. Not just any object, though. Ko wished to bring the dead back to life. He wished to control the balance between life and death. He wished to force his own will into any object he desired. Wishes, though, are only vaguely realized dreams. To make wishes into dreams, and then dreams into reality, fierce determination was needed.
In his search for the truth about Kushin's notes, the young boy had heard rumors of dark knowledge hidden deep within the tombs of the country's most forbidden books. They were kept in the depths of the oldest library in the country, guarded by barriers, locks, and guards. Near impenetrable, at least for a normal civilian. Barriers could be negated, locks could be picked, and guards could be disposed of. It sounds simple, but in all actuality a lot of planning went into this covert heist. Kotsuko had spent many nights scouting the area using his shinobi techniques, trying to determine what sort of measures he'd have to take to dismantle each obstacle. He wouldn't do anything until he was sure, beyond a doubt, as to how he'd get in. He was now on the last obstacle, a rather simple one to be honest: an old fashioned gated door with a lock. Maybe this was all it originally had to guard against intruders until they'd beefed up security? No matter. Kotsuko waved his hand over the lock, his magnetic chakra tumbling the lock into its correct position. The heavy lock fell to the ground with a loud thud. The door creaked open in protest, slowly giving Kotsuko an entrance into the restricted section of the library's vaults. He took a step in, the cold air of the underground dungeons chilling his skin. There were rows of bookshelves, all filled to the brim with books. A candle was hung periodically, illuminating the place with an ominous light. Long shadows were cast, twisted and irregular shapes were formed. The hard stones that made up the floor and walls seemed only to add to the dark and gloomy atmosphere. There was a distinctive smell of mold in the air, as if something were rotting.
Kotsuko scanned his eyes across the aisles of books. Softly, he spoke out loud. "Let's see, where is it now?" He walked down through the aisles, running his hands along the spines of the books accumulated here. Biology, Psychology, political commentaries, memoirs, all different kinds of books were stored here. They'd either been deemed to be dangerous, personal, or otherwise ill-fitted for the general public to read. Kotsuko felt that this, of all places, would be a good bet. The medical notes of an ex-Medical Sennin pertaining to secret and dark techniques? If they hadn't been burned, or were under the personal care of the author himself, this seemed like a good candidate for a place to put such documents. Here, he hoped, he'd find the answers he sought.
[ooc: Using my Discovery of Contract of Choice Card on Youkai.]
It was a wispy silence. The kind you can't touch. The kind you can't feel. You simply recognize its presence. You refuse to disturb it. Why? What's so bad about breaking things up? What's wrong with stepping outside of the norm, in order to perform feats and accomplish goals no one else has thought of? Silence isn't a good thing. It stagnates and produces nothing. How do you progress silently? You don't. You die silently. You wither silently. You dissolve silently. You cannot create silently.
He'd traveled a long ways to get here, to the heart of the Land of Lightning: Raiden's Eye. He'd been traveling around a lot, actually, looking for the whispers and the erased secrets that were inevitably left behind by people. You can't erase a presence completely. There's always something that remains. Kotsuko knew this. He knew that if he searched hard enough, the secrets he wished to know would unravel themselves. He heard the whispers. He saw the blotches that hadn't been erased properly. He was onto something—he could feel it. For weeks he'd been driven by a single purpose: to find the remains of Isaki Kushin's work. While the book was back in the library of Kumogakure, he could still remember the words he'd read as clearly as ever. The ex-Medical Sennin's personal notes, detailing exactly the phenomenon that Ko wished to replicate—an object that acted like a container, holding the soul of one who has long since departed. Not just any object, though. Ko wished to bring the dead back to life. He wished to control the balance between life and death. He wished to force his own will into any object he desired. Wishes, though, are only vaguely realized dreams. To make wishes into dreams, and then dreams into reality, fierce determination was needed.
In his search for the truth about Kushin's notes, the young boy had heard rumors of dark knowledge hidden deep within the tombs of the country's most forbidden books. They were kept in the depths of the oldest library in the country, guarded by barriers, locks, and guards. Near impenetrable, at least for a normal civilian. Barriers could be negated, locks could be picked, and guards could be disposed of. It sounds simple, but in all actuality a lot of planning went into this covert heist. Kotsuko had spent many nights scouting the area using his shinobi techniques, trying to determine what sort of measures he'd have to take to dismantle each obstacle. He wouldn't do anything until he was sure, beyond a doubt, as to how he'd get in. He was now on the last obstacle, a rather simple one to be honest: an old fashioned gated door with a lock. Maybe this was all it originally had to guard against intruders until they'd beefed up security? No matter. Kotsuko waved his hand over the lock, his magnetic chakra tumbling the lock into its correct position. The heavy lock fell to the ground with a loud thud. The door creaked open in protest, slowly giving Kotsuko an entrance into the restricted section of the library's vaults. He took a step in, the cold air of the underground dungeons chilling his skin. There were rows of bookshelves, all filled to the brim with books. A candle was hung periodically, illuminating the place with an ominous light. Long shadows were cast, twisted and irregular shapes were formed. The hard stones that made up the floor and walls seemed only to add to the dark and gloomy atmosphere. There was a distinctive smell of mold in the air, as if something were rotting.
Kotsuko scanned his eyes across the aisles of books. Softly, he spoke out loud. "Let's see, where is it now?" He walked down through the aisles, running his hands along the spines of the books accumulated here. Biology, Psychology, political commentaries, memoirs, all different kinds of books were stored here. They'd either been deemed to be dangerous, personal, or otherwise ill-fitted for the general public to read. Kotsuko felt that this, of all places, would be a good bet. The medical notes of an ex-Medical Sennin pertaining to secret and dark techniques? If they hadn't been burned, or were under the personal care of the author himself, this seemed like a good candidate for a place to put such documents. Here, he hoped, he'd find the answers he sought.
[ooc: Using my Discovery of Contract of Choice Card on Youkai.]