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Securing Plans For The Future [Private]

The Throne of Bone is the home of the Toraono clan and a dojo for all shinobi to come for training from the esteemed family. The huge, sandworm bone structure is a majesty of shinobi skill and technology and sits at the forefront of the Toraono owned lands. The glossy, sand-toned structure carries the banners of the Toraono family, a proud show of clan pride, but just below the Sunagakure symbols, openly displaying the place a site of loyalty to the village. This is a hall for learning and training, open to all who might approach.

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Securing Plans For The Future [Private]

Thu May 10, 2018 3:54 pm

Akkuma stood in one of the Toraono Dojo sparring areas he was dressed in one of his black ceremonial robes. It was one that allowed him easy mobility for combat while still maintaining his appearance of authority. Perhaps he'd called the meeting here because he anticipated the potential of conflict. The Kitsune had sent for both Riyota & Kanmuri. For he had important matters to be discussed with both of them, not to mention finally introducing the two. Perhaps they would begin to understand how complex their family was & why it had to be that way. But most importantly he had to teach them that the clan was above all else. If he failed to teach them this then they would fail him.

Recent events had caused the Faustian Fox to realize he'd done little to prepare the clan in the Event of his demise. Steps needed to be taken to ensure that it had the necessary guidance to lead it into the future should that happen. If he didn't achieve his objective today the future of his people would be at stake & that was not something he would risk. Today was the day he'd make his children think about the future of their people. Riyota was old enough now where he would soon be at the strength required to make a challenge against Akkuma. While he didn't think it would be something he'd do. He did not know if this was the case for the Kitsune he was so entranced by. Then there was Kanmuri, the child had been proving himself in the eyes of the demon. For Akkuma had realized where he'd failed with Riyota & he would not do the same with his other son.

The fox did however have hopes of beginning to make amends to the bonds that been left to erode in the sand of time. Perhaps Kanmuri would help him with that. Though such a plan risked exposing his other heir to the sights of the cunning priestess. Would Riyota's ideals spread to Kanmuri? Or would he hold firm in the teachings of his father? It was something only time would reveal. But he would put countermeasures in place should things seem to look as if they turned that way. His ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps. Wondering which of his children would be the first to arrive. For he'd sent messengers to both with a notice of dire urgency. A matter of regarding the future of the clan. No doubt it would be enough to get the attention of both of his children.

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Thu May 10, 2018 11:48 pm

Stretching with a yawn, the Kanmuri’s body stretched what seemed to be more than possible by human standards. Whether it was due to his history or origins was uncertain; however, what Kanmuri did know was that he was sore-more so than usual. With a sigh, the eight year old swung his small legs from his bed in the Toraona Dojo. Seeing the floor beneath him, the young boy jumped off of the bed and started jumping around not only to get his system ready for the day ahead of him but because he was genuinely filled with joy. It was finally starting to sink in for the boy. This was home. This place with his father.

It’s amazing...Even though it’s been months since I was in the hands of the Kyoujoran, I finally feel like I have a family. I finally feel like I have something precious that actually loves me and not interested in what I am or my differences. Kanmuri thought as he leaped across his room.

He would then spin and lower his back to the floor before looking at his sheathed sword. “A lot sure has happened in these last few months though. I met Akkuma, went to a class, messed around in Tea, dived headfirst into a crazy mission, got my potential unlocked….” The scarlet eyed boy’s words would fade as he remembered all the events that took place in his mind. “I had to come to terms with who I was and who I am now. I still have a long way to go,” Kanmuri would say as he sat up and strongly clenched his fist. “I need to become strong enough to end the cycle of abused gifts.”

His introspection would be cut off by the sound of a knock on the door. Upon hearing the knock, Kanmuri would be knocked back into reality and go to open the door. Upon opening the door, he’d be greeted respectfully and honorfully by one of his father’s servants.

“Good morning, Master Kanmuri.” The servant would say with a bow.

“Good morning. Is something wrong? the eight year old would ask as he looked at the much taller servant.

“Not particularly, young master. Your father requests your immediate presence. Might I add, it’s of utmost importance. The servant said as he rose back up.

With a nod, Kanmuri repled, “Tell Father I’ll be there shortly.

”Of course, young master. He’s in the sparring chamber.” the servant would reply as he walked off.

Messing up his hair, the eight year old boy panicked in a frenzy. “ ‘...of utmost importance?’ What does that even mean?! Am I in trouble…?” His voice would fade as he asked himself and began to think. I never skip training. I rarely talk out of line….Just what did I do...

“UUUGGHH!!
Kanmuri screamed in frustration as he racked his brain from information. “Calm down, Kanmuri. Calm down. Like dad always says, a good leader never loses his composure. Just mentally count to 10.

Having regained his composure, Kanmuri decided that the best thing to do was to act natural. There was no reason for him to assume that he was in trouble. He'd worked himself up for no reason. With that in mind he went to wash up and meet his father in sparring chamber


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Wearing his traditional white shorts and black tee. Kanmuri walked with his hands in his pockets until he walked to the front of the sparring room door. Upon reaching the door, the scarlet eyed boy would remove his hands from his pocket, lift up his head and slightly roll his shoulders back. Kanmuri would then knock on the door and announce his entrance. Upon entering, a look of confusion would spread across his face as he saw his father wearing one of his traditional ceremonial robes.

“Good morning, dad….Did someone die or something? This may be the first time I’m seeing you wear that. Not to mention, the color black isn’t a happy one, but don’t take that from me. I’m wearing a black shirt right now. Guess our taste runs in the family.” Kanmuri would say with a chuckle as he attempted to lighten the weird tension in the room.
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Sun May 13, 2018 1:32 pm

The knock at the door roused Riyota from his slumber, he awoke, bleary eyed and groggy and looked around, his brown tufts of hair sticking out in each and every direction. The Kitsune priestess lay beside him in the large bed they shared. He looked over to her and smiled gently, carefully moving off the bed as not to wake her. He quickly slipped on a shirt and made his way to the door, opening it wide he saw a rather nervous looking messenger. "Mu-Mu-Mu-Mr...Riyota sir!
Y-Y-Y-Your F-Father requests y-your presence in the d-d-d-dojo!"
They explained, looking like they were going to faint the entire time. As soon as the message was delivered they sprinted away, as if they feared Riyota was going to cut them down where they stood. In fact the young man stood in silence, his Father had called for him. This could not be good...

Slowly and gently he closed the door again, leaning his head against it and sighing he tried to collect his thoughts. He knew the time would have to be now. He may never get the opportunity again and he had kept up the ruse long enough. He knew it was time to declare war. He ran and hand through his hair as he ran himself through the ramifications of the few words he intended to deliver. It was quite possible that Akkuma would merely slaughter Riyota in that instant, there were a whole host of things. His father wasn't likely to act predictably. Walking back through to the bedroom he saw that Azusa was just starting to wake. "I have to be off for a while my Lady." He explained once he saw her look of mild confusion as to why he wasn't still in bed. "I have a small errand to run, I'll be back soon." He lied, in fact he couldn't promise that he'd return at all. He hated deceiving her, but he knew if he told her what was happening she would attack immediately, she wouldn't be able to stop herself. Riyota couldn't blame her, but it wasn't how he was going to do this, he was going to challenge Akkuma fairly. Win or lose, he didn't want to be remembered as the snake who slit his father's throat in the night.

Despite his intentions, he wasn't going to show up looking like a dirty beggar. He made sure he was washed, shaved and dressed in fresh clothing before he left. Dressed in his normal attire, a lightly armoured jacket over casual attire. As one last precaution he performed some quick maintenance on his blades, in the event of a violent reaction from his father. He ensured the sharpness of both but caught his reflection at one point. He spent a moment staring into his own mismatched eyes.

With his preparations out the way he eventually arrived at the determined meeting spot after being pointed in the right direction by some fellow Miroku. With a quick polite knock he opened the door to see his Father and some child he did not recognise. With a short bow he smiled lightly "Father, you're looking well." He then turned to rest his gaze on the younger male. "Who's the kid?" He asked.
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Thu May 31, 2018 12:30 pm

The Kitsune's earpiece crackled to life as he was told that his two sons had been informed of his request to see them. He wondered which would be the first to answer & if both would even answer the call. For one of his sons was on the cusp of manhood & he'd barely seen the boy since their last encounter. Who knew where his heart lay, what dreams or ideals had taken root in his absence. Akkuma had been sure not to make the same mistake with his other son. Ensuring he'd received a close guiding hand while doing his best to instill some semblance of his ideals into the child. But today he would have them know the truth of everything. Today would be the day he ensured his legacy persisted. It was then he heard the footsteps approaching they would pause briefly outside before knocking. 'Of course he would be the first to answer my call...such a dutiful child.' he thought with a smile as Kanmuri stepped through the door. His words making the Kitsune chuckle "It wouldn't be the only trait of mine you have Kanmuri...there's been no deaths yet." he would say slightly emphasizing the word yet with another chuckle.

Shortly after there was another quick knock on the door before in stepped his eldest son. Who would give him a short bow saying he looked well before turning his gaze to Kanmuri & asking who the young child was. A thin smile spread across Akkuma's face as he spoke "So formal Riyota if only I could say the same...your growth as a shinobi seems to have slowed since you've departed." his gaze would not leave Riyota as he spoke his next words. "This is Kanmuri my son...your younger brother." he would say with a smile. Even at such a young age Kanmuri had grown at an phenomenal rate. He was a testament to the strength of Akkuma's genes & training. That was not to discredit Riyota for the boy was a testament to Akkuma's methods as well. But his heart had been swayed by someone the Kitsune considered a threat. One he intended to deal with in time.

"I've called you both here because I intend to set things out for you both...whether you choose to walk this path is your choice. But first I will tell you how we all got to this point." he would say to them. With a sigh he would begin to tell them his story for neither of his children truly knew who they're father was. "Many years ago in Mist there was a powerful demon...it was worshiped by a cult who began indoctrinating those in need. My mother was one of those unfortunate souls...my father took notice of her & decided to bestow her with his company." there was an unfathomable rage that burned within his eyes. Pausing for a moment his tails would swish & he continued on. "The cult decided to keep her prisoner hoping they would get a child from their god. Soon it became apparent she was pregnant & they planned to rejoice. Wishing to sacrifice her during the time of my birth as an offering to him." there was another pause as he let the words sink in.

"Mist's Anbu got wind of the whole thing & raided the cults head quarters just in time to save my mother. They executed most of the cultists & jailed the rest...my heritage was apparent from birth. My mother rejected me giving me over to the village." he said as his gaze shift from both of his children. For the next part of his history would explain to them why he'd made a clan of the unwanted & outcasts. "Before I'd reached my fourth birthday I'd gone through more homes then I could count...so I left. I survived on the streets for a few days until I found a group of war orphans. They didn't reject me they were fascinated by me. Together we survived for a few years until I caught the attention of the Anbu Captain who'd run the raid. He took me in & begun training me in the shinobi arts...he gave me a purpose." he would sigh as the nostalgic smile that had been upon his face faded. "That was until my father possessed him & tried to kill me...Taka briefly took control taking his own life." his voice would not waver but his clawed hands had changed into fists.

"I found myself on the streets once more but this time I had a skillset & a purpose. I joined a local gang rising among the ranks. Taking payment in shinobi knowledge & money. Before long I became a formidable individual...by the time I was twelve I began to form the clan." he would say as his hands returned calmly to his side the faint trickle of blood seen glistening on the end of his claws. "Through every means at my disposal I acquired Knowledge, Power & Wealth. Blackmail, Kidnapping, Torture, Murder, Bribery, Coercion & through Favors I built our people up." he would say proudly blue kitsune fire sparking to life around him in little embers. "We had an Island to ourselves & then Mist fell to the Cursed Winter. I guided our people from village to village. Combating all threats. Beasts, bandits & foreign shinobi. From each village we gained new allies & new kin until we found a home here." there was an finality to his words as he paused before speaking the last of his words to his children. "In that time we have grown even greater then I could anticipate. But I must ensure my Legacy...this clan continues on through time." his gaze sliding from both of his children.

"We're at a time of War...as such I am placing both of you onto the Clan Council. As such you will both help determine the future of our people. Know this I am still the Head of this Clan my word is Law...but I shall heed your words. While our peoples need for a monster has not passed yet it will in time. When it does I need to know my children won't let their petty ideals like honor, glory or lust destroy our people." he would say as he wiped his hands onto his black robe. The wounds from his claws had healed but he wiped away the remaining blood. "Is that something you two can do?" he'd ask them after telling them the origins of their people.

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Thu May 31, 2018 2:34 pm

Upon asking his question, Kanmuri’s father would reply,“It wouldn't be the only trait of mine you have Kanmuri...there's been no deaths yet.” Seeing the sly grin on his face made the young demon silently sigh with relief. However, there was still one thing on Kanmuri’s mind.

“Wait...what does he mean by yet-”

The answer to that question would the present itself in the form of a polite knock on the door. Upon entering, Kanmuri would raise his scarlet colored eyes to the man who entered the room. The brown haired man, who appeared to be missing an arm, would do something that would cause Kanmuri’s eyes to widen in shock and a little fear, refer to his dad as ‘Father’ as well. In addition, the man would ask about Kanmuri, but Kanmuri didn’t care. His father had some explaining to do.

The white-haired boy turned his gaze toward his fox of a father to see his signature thin smile.

Uh oh, looks like dad is excited, but why… The young boy thought to himself.

His father would then go on to neg Kanmuri’s supposed “brother” on his appearance before introducing Kanmuri. Upon hearing his introduction, Kanmuri wasn’t going to bow. His father didn’t teach him to bow to just anyone, only those who deserved his respect. However, if his father invited the somewhat haggard looking man, then he deserved Kanmuri’s respect through association; thus, Kanmuri would boy and say his greetings.

After his greeting, Kanmuri would watch his father as he spoke. He was going to tell a story about his origins, a story of events led to there they were. After laying down this foundation, Kanmuri’s father would begin to give an account of his life.

Upon hearing about a demon, the shinigami within Kanmuri would say, “Oh? What’s this? Seems like this has gotten interesting…” before slinking out of Kanmuri’s thoughts.

Kanmuri’s father would proceed to talking about his origin story and demonic heritage before the shinigami would interrupt once again. “So your father’s a demon, huh? That may explain some things about you...Kanmuri-kun, or maybe it doesn't….hehehe”

Annoyed with the interruptions, Kanmuri would tell the shinigami, “Quiet, shinigami.”

His father would continue to recount the trials he had persevered through, and Kanmuri would begin to feel a little pride build up in him, but he knew he could not lose his focus. He needed to hear things about himself. He had questions, a lot of them. However, his father would destroy all the pride that was swelling inside of the boy with one word, “torture.”

Wh...What? He rose through the ranks and reached where he is now by torturing? Dad’s not serious...That’s wrong. Dad doesn’t misspeak. He really did torture others..By my definition, Dad misused his gift...Dad would be one of the people i need to get rid of, but…

It would be at his precise moment that the shinigami would interrupt Kanmuri’s thoughts once more. “Interesting development, wouldn't you say so...Kanmuri-kun. Your father isn’t the man you thought he was. Looks like he’ll have to be culled, but can you do it? Are you that cold-hearted? Are you...strong enough...Kanmuri-kun?”

With more anger this time, Kanmuri would reply to the shinigami inside of him saying, I said SHUT IT…

Due to his inner monologue, he’d miss some of what his father would say that they were in a state of war and that Kanmuri and his brother would be a part of the Clan Council, but Kanmuri could not accept this. He wouldn’t...not until his questions were answered. With his father done talking, Kanmuri would open his mouth and speak. It was time for answers.

Kanmuri was shaking with anger...with confusion...with frustration, but he would hide it from his voice as he spoke. “Father...you were the first person on this earth to show me love. You gave me a purpose. You gave me a mission, but most of all, you gave me a place to call home. You are everything I want to be. Except that’s what I would have said before hearing all of this.”

The boy would take a shaky breath as his words sank in. “I don’t know anymore. The first time I told you about me. I told you about how I was tortured-how it changed me. I was full of hatred, you changed that. However many things have happened to me that I haven’t got the chance to tell you. That hatred is back, and burning as strong as ever. I have my own ideals now, Father, and you’ve stated something that is contrary to it. How could you? Really? Torture? That’s how far you went to get to where we are now? Do you know how many lives you’ve potentially ruined. For what? Status? Power? Wealth? Knowledge? You went out of your way to experiment on others for knowledge and results?” Kanmuri would take a deep breath before he would yell, “It doesn’t make sense to me!”

Tears would begin to roll down his face. “What about me, dad. Am I just one of your experiments? Am I even human?”

“You’ve known that answer for a while.” The shinigami would say in his head once again.

“I said shut up, you damn Shinigami! Kanmuri would scream out loud. There would be a brief silence before Kanmuri continued talking with his fists clenched. “Dad, I’m not human. I know. I’ve known since I first got tortured by the Kyoujoran. The way my skin heals and how i feel pleasure instead of pain in battle are all obvious hints. Even this Shinigami inside of me has been telling me. Dad, do you know how much hell I went through? Besides having to deal with the thoughts of killing someone, I allowed a Shinigami to inhabit my body just for power, power to bring your ideals to this world and mine.”

It was at this time that Kanmuri’s Demonic Aura would begin to leak out. A sense of dread and death would slightly fill the air along with a palpable taste of fear. In addition, a red aura was slowly building around Kanmuri. His anger was too much. He couldn’t control it.

"Because of this body you gave me. I was tortured up until the day I met you! Every night...I wanted to die. The pain wouldn’t go away, but this body. This damn body wouldn’t let me die! It’d heal and heal and heal and heal! It was the reason for my constant pain!"

Kanmuri couldn’t restrain himself anymore. Sadness took over as tears began to flow to the floor. “I’ve always had questions! I’ve been burdened with questions, but I never asked. I wanted to live like a normal person...even if it was all a lie. How many people’s lives did you ruin. How many lives are you still ruining? Where’s my mother? Why was I with the Kyojouran if you’re my father. Why can I heal so fast? Why did you never mention that I had brother after we’ve been with each other for almost a year? Who am I…? What am I? I’m tired of living a lie, dad. I want the truth...Akkuma.” The teary eyed boy would raise his red face towards his father. It was time for answers.
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Wed Jun 06, 2018 1:59 pm

The first thing Akkuma said to his eldest was an insult, probably intending to provoke some kind of reaction from the young man, to gauge his character since last they spoke. Their previous meetings had been brief and as such it was likely that Akkuma wished to see if Riyota had changed and would react with anger or annoyance. Riyota knew he could not give his father the satisfaction, and despite everything in his body telling him to bite back with some witty retort, he held his tongue for now.

The next statement barely even surprised Riyota, a few years ago he would've been shocked, dumbfounded, maybe even angry that the news had been kept from him. However children had a tendency to wind up in Akkuma's possession and as such the announcement had about as much impact as his father informing him that he had recently purchased a new potted plant for decoration. Riyota turned his gaze to look over the young boy. It seemed that this one was in fact, in some way, biologically related to Akkuma, sharing many of his features, including his recently obtained white hair. Although the child's existence had not shocked him he still felt unsure of what to say. This was an awkward situation to introduce the two, not exactly one where Riyota could be casual and friendly. So, with a slight stammer Riyota simply said. "I-it's uh...nice to meet you." Not exactly the most creative opening line, but it was an opening line at the very least.

After that, Akkuma decided he would finally give a detailed history lesson to the pair. A history of the Miroku that Riyota had not heard despite being Akkuma's child for eight years of his life. He had only ever heard tidbits of information, only know did the demon lord decide to explain truly who the Miroku were.

And as he went on it confirmed more and more that despite his pleasant exterior and his cordial manners, Akkuma would do anything to get what he wanted.

It confirmed more and more why the Miroku were so hated and so feared. Their infamy caused by a single man.

Miroku...Akkuma

His father ended the history lesson with an update on the current situation, and the pair's admittance into council positions. A nice gesture in theory, but power in the council completely relied on the Devil's ability to heed their words. True power was always wielded by the head.

Riyota closed his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts, he took a deep breath in to centre himself, as he had learned to do in times of emotional turmoil. He took himself to an area of calm focus so that he could decide his next move.

However it was Kanmuri that would speak first, and it seemed like his many illusions had been shattered all at once. Although the boy masked it well, Riyota could fell his cursed seal burn and he knew it was resonating with his brother's fury, he just knew. So he stood, and waited for the boy to vent. And as he went on, it became obvious that the young Kanmuri was battling his own demons. As he continued, Riyota could feel the aura of death surrounding him, it did not chill him, the feeling of hatred was one all too familiar. If Kanmuri were to look upon his brother he would feel the aura resonate between them both. Riyota was learning things, Kanmuri too apparently possessed an unnatural healing capability and a skewed sense of pain. Whilst Riyota's was dulled, it seemed Kanmuri's was reversed.

Once the boy had finished his rant Riyota returned his gaze to Akkuma, unsure what to say to follow it up. "I think you owe him an explanation, Akkuma..." He said coldly, referring to his Father by his first name for the first time since they had met.

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The initial meeting seemed to have gone off better then he could possibly expect given the circumstances that surrounded hi family. His two sons were amicable to each other which was more than he could ask of them in the situation. Although he found himself suddenly seeing the chances of this situation resolving itself without a brawl significantly drop, as Kanmuri exploded into an emotional outburst at the demonic sage. Kanmuri continued on in his outburst & Akkuma wondered just how long he'd been keeping these secrets within himself? These fears about who he was...the burden of the shinigami he had found himself host too. Could it be? Had he failed another child? He'd tried so hard to do right by this one. To establish himself as a father figure & suitable role model. Had he still failed to instill all the essential lessons within this boy? No. There was still time he would not see he's house fail because his children could not understand the importance of sacrifice.

Before he could begin to answer the child Riyota spoke a few select words. He was clearly enjoying himself in this moment. For the briefest of moments his eyes would flash to his eldest. A murderous glare before it faded & he shifted his eyes back to Kanmuri. Lifting his hand to his hair Akkuma ran his fingers through his white hair as he tried to think of how to answer his son. "Life is more complicated then either of you could possibly imagine. This world is complex & as shinobi you will be required to sacrifice many things in life. Your friends, your family, your ideals...your dreams. I have done horrible things that would give you nightmares till the end of your days for my village, our people & my goals." as he spoke there was a darkness to his eyes, full of pain & regret. "You ask me how many lives I've ruined? I couldn't possibly tell you for there a rippling consequences for many actions for years. But neither could I tell you the amount of lives I've saved & benefited. I am the balance in the world." he would say blankly almost as if he weren't talking to them in that moment.

"You are both an experiment & my child. Just because you are one does not mean you are not the other. In regards to the suffering you received due to your genetics...live with it. You think any of us ask to be born? Ask for the lives that are handed to us? No we have to forge the lives we want for ourselves & those precious to us with our own hands. The world will not just simply make our dreams happen it will fight you at every turn." he lowed the hand down to his side as he began to chuckle looking down at his child. "Blame your mother for ending up with the Kyoujouran. If she'd brought you to me I could have kept you safe & taught you to control your nature. You are Miroku Kanmuri & you are my son!" he would finish saying with a stern voice coated with finality. Finally his eyes would slide to Riyota as he lowered his hand back to his side. "In regards to your brother...I didn't want him to influence your growth. No matter our differences family sticks together. Instead he's demonstrated that he has chosen another over the clan." he would say calmly.

"The truth is neither of you will ever have normal lives. From the moment your paths crossed mine you became destined for greatness whether you know it or not. What that greatness will be can only be determined by you both. All I can do is ensure you both have the means & skills required to achieve your dreams like everyone in this clan...even if those dreams differ from my own. Because that is what family does...but perhaps as head of this house I've been too lenient on you both. What a horrid Father I am for ensuring my children would survive the coming war." his last words were coated with sarcasm as an ominous pressure would seem to emanate from Akkuma. Sliding his right foot back he shifted his stance as cursed chakra ran down his right arm. His disturbingly long tongue slid out of his mouth as he raised his hand to it & placed a single claw upon it. The cursed energy ran through his body as he felt the enzymes taking root in his body. Cracking his neck he would turn to face his two children.

"Shall I show you what my sacrifices have given me? What my pursuit of power has given me?" without waiting for an answer he proceeded to slash both of his palms performing a series of unique handseals that would be foreign to both of his kin. A perfect circle would form out of the demon sages black tar-like blood before it glowed an ominous green. Building into a blindingly bright burst of light & energy. When the flash of power had receded standing before their father would be a demon. But not just any demon Pandemonium she stood before him her eyes not shifting to either of his sons. "Don't tell me you wish to offer me your sons?" she would ask with a sinister giggle that seemed to echo from the shadows around them. "I offer you something much better...you never wished to see my entertainment end? Make a contract with me! For all eternity!" at his words she began to burst into maniacal laughter disappearing & re-appearing behind him. Her hand would move to caress the side of his face as she leaned in to whisper to him.

"I'll make you start over again...all those precious souls of you've collected will be mine. I may leave you one if I'm feeling generous. Do we have a deal?" she would ask him with that sinister smile as her dark void-like eyes stared at each of his sons. If either of them moved to interrupt they'd find intense unearthly green flames erupting to life before them. "We have a compact." at those words she appeared before him leaning into kiss him. The moment her lips touched their deal was sealed multiple orbs beyond count erupted from the sage the countless souls of his foes & demons that had been collected over the years. The abrupt loss of so many caused the demon to collapse to the ground shaking. Those multiple tails of his begin to burn away into orbs of light that shot away in the distance eager to return to where they truly belonged Aikeyume Azusa. Pandemonium collected all of the souls around here into a crystal-like skull container. Leaving a single one before Akkuma who reached out to it eagerly, his body looking frail & weak. Like a ravenous monster he proceeded to gulp down the soul that had been left for him with no regard for the fact his children stood before him.

Slowly his hair proceeded to grow longer as his fingernails grew longer & turned black. Most of his muscle mass seemed to have faded away although he still seemed to possess an athletic build for the slim build he now was. Instead of being crimson red his eyes were now an unearthly green. Standing he began to push himself to his feet looking around with a curious expression upon his face as he cracked his fingers & joints. Peculiar he'd expected such a process to be significantly more painful but then again he'd undergone many acts that would have killed lesser beings. Perhaps this was just a sign that his body had become accustomed to the rate at which he manipulated his genes. Then in that moment he remembered both of his sons were still present. He stepped forward out of the seal that had faded to stained dried blood. There would be an eery coldness about the man that now stood before him. Something unearthly what had Pandemonium done to him? "Where were we...that's right we'd just addressed Kanmuri's concerns. How about you Riyota? Still want to kill me?" he'd ask with a deadly chuckle & even though he was laughing there was no doubt to the seriousness of his question.

Taking another step forward he would stumble & a look of surprise would wash over his face. Although he managed to catch himself with minimal effort & little wasted energy. It was more the shock of him stumbling that caught the sage it was something he'd never done. How else had he changed the sage wondered. His mind was a whir with thoughts his eyes never leaving Riyota as he stood once more. There was something inhuman about the was he moved towards him. Each step as if it were a direct challenge. Truly something had changed within the man they called their father. Kanmuri would feel it most of all for the change would be most terrifying to the being that dwelt within him. "I know you want to see me dead...offer my head up to that pretty little priestess of yours. Why don't you? It's just us here..." he'd say with a thin deadly smile upon his face. Even now he could still feel his body shifting right down to the way his chakra flowed. His gifts & talents were all shifting soon there would be very little of what remained of their father. He would have them see what it took to achieve ones dreams. How far they might have to go in order to see them achieved. Even if it was the final lesson he taught them he would ensure they never forgot it.

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Wed Dec 05, 2018 7:39 pm

Whatever dark ritual his father had performed was complete and in his place stood a ghost of what once was. Riyota knew Akkuma though, knew he wouldn't have done this without reason and that it was likely he had given himself some kind of advantage despite his apparent weakness. He was beyond the point of reasoning now. His father would not back down after a display like this. Despite the seemingly overwhelming odds it appeared that perhaps Riyota was not alone, there was an anger brewing in Kanmuri.

The elder son would not allow himself to be fazed by his fathers words nor his actions. In this moment his face would betray no emotion, because in a few short seconds all hell was about to break loose. His father was moving closer, trying to intimidate him, goading a response. Riyota took a deep breath, collected his thoughts and stared down the demon before him. "My intention was to kill Akkuma, today I came to warn him. Clearly it was unnecessary as he already knew that was my intention." He paused for a brief moment. "I was going to kill him, but evidently he is already long dead. So now I'm just here to bury the remains." He took a step towards his opponent, staring him down defiantly.

"You've been spouting nonsense this entire time and I'm sick of hearing it. You're no 'cosmic balancing force.' You're a snivelling bench-sitter who's too frightened to face the reality of his being. You use and manipulate whatever you get your hands on in order to further your own goals and pick and choose the moments to address so you can call yourself 'good.' Either of the others at this point would possibly be able to notice thin black tendrils snaking up the skin of his neck. "It's true that moral good or bad differ between people but for once in my life what's important is what I think, and what I think is that you are beyond saving." He closed his eyes, wavering for a moment as tears started to well, but after a moment he swallowed and gathered his composure once more.

"And the worst part is that even after everything you've done to me and to the people I've cared about. Is I still love you Father." He paused again. "I've feared this battle every day not because I fear my own demise but because I didn't want to fight you, because I felt like I owed you something." He shook his head. "I do still love you, Father, and that's why I'm going to put you to rest now, finally. I'm going to redeem you by making you bleed for your crimes. I'm going to make you confess all the evil you have done until you yourself understand the weight of it all. Because...b-because I'm Miroku Riyota, and I'm your son!" He faltered for a moment, unsure of himself.

"And if I am to fail, it will not be the end. Just as you are the demon who haunts the dreams of all, I will be the monster who haunts your very soul. It's likely I cannot defeat you, but perhaps I can give others the strength to do so." He refocused his gaze onto Akkuma. The tendrils slowly beginning to knot around each other on the pale skin of his face. His brown tufts of hair spilling over his forehead.

"No more sentimentality, it's time to open up a fresh can of whoop-ass." Riyota smirked, having said his piece. It was then that he remembered the other presence. Looking over to Kanmuri he pondered for a brief moment before saying "Kanmuri, I don't know what your plan is, but either lead me, follow me, or get out of my way." His words were intended to either spur his brother into action or make his brother get to a safe distance.

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Sat Dec 08, 2018 6:28 am

There was too much going on, and everything needed to be sorted out--now.

With his brain scattered, Kanmuri tried his best to hear the answers from his father.

"You ask me how many lives I've ruined? I couldn't possibly tell you for there a rippling consequences for many actions for years.

excuses


“But neither could I tell you the amount of lives I've saved & benefited.”

Excuses
“I am the balance in the world."

EXCUSES!

With his fists clenched, Kanmuri’s Demonic Aura would only seep out more and more as his father’s words seemed to become more and more false. What Kanmuri needed was clarity, and that clarity would not come out of the lips of Miroku Akkuma.

“You are both an experiment & my child. Just because you are one does not mean you are not the other. In regards to the suffering you received due to your genetics...live with it. You think any of us ask to be born? Ask for the lives that are handed to us? No we have to forge the lives we want for ourselves & those precious to us with our own hands. The world will not just simply make our dreams happen it will fight you at every turn.”

It was enough. Upon hearing these words, Kanmuri’s brows would furrow with intensity.

No. The young boy would think.

I won’t live with it. Your answer is wrong. It is not the fault of the powerless victims thrust into an abusive world. It’s the fault of those who make the world like that. They are the problem--they must be culled!

If there was one thing clear, it was Kanmuri’s burning desire. For the first time in his life, Kanmuri disagreed with Akkuma. For the first time in his life, Kanmuri disliked Akkuma. For the very first time in his year with Akkuma, Kanmuri wanted to lash out against his father. His father’s ideology was wrong; under no circumstances would Kanmuri ever follow that path. Experiment or not, Kanmuri was going to live his life the way he intended to, and no one would tell him otherwise.

Kanmuri would forge the life for himself and the lives of others in torture.

His father would continue to talk--saying, "Blame your mother for ending up with the Kyoujouran. If she'd brought you to me I could have kept you safe & taught you to control your nature. You are Miroku Kanmuri & you are my son!"

Once again, Miroky Kanmuri would think to himself.

No, you’re wrong. My mother didn’t end up with the Kyoujoran. They are the ones who found me. I don’t know her intentions, but that statement is false...just like everything else you’ve been saying. I’ve had enough; I’ve gotten a real taste of power. I’ve realized my goal.

My name is Miroku Kanmuri, and I am myself!


It would be at this point, a small fire was lit inside the heart of the boy. His Demonic Aura would recede back into him as his fists were no longer clenched. There was no longer malice or hatred brewing within in, only a fire to correct his father. The man who had shown him the way and helped him live a dream of a life was slowly being corrupted, and it was up to him to save him...just like how Akkuma saved him.

All the pieces were in place. He had the teachings; he had the mentors; he had the experiences and now, he had his sense of self. Kanmuri was going to save his father no matter the consequences, but not all of Kanmuri was in agreement. Deep inside the conscious of the boy, the shinigami lied within, and on its face would be a frown filled with hatred and abhorrence.

The tables had been turned--circumstances reversed. Before, Kanmuri lacked strength; it was him who needed to be guided but now, as Kanmuri began to slowly crawl out of his pit of darkness, it appeared that his father, Miroku Akkuma, only looked to absorb that darkness into something more disgusting, an insatiable lust for something.

His father’s pride and lust filled words would result in a warning to both his children children. The time of leniency was over. There would be punishment for those who didn’t want to walk the path he had chosen to walk, and the message was clear.

Obstructions would be removed.

Without skipping a beat, his father would take up a stance Kanmuri was more than familiar with, his fighting stance. However, it was clear that this would not be a spar; his father intended to fight a full-force--something Kanmuri had never faced. Fear began to crawl up the back of the boy as an ominous pressure radiated toward Kanmuri and his brother. Thoughts of doubt and fear would attempt to surface in Kanmuri’s thoughts, but he would quickly push them away because it was his father, the man waging war against him right now, that taught him to fight without fear. And if Kanmuri was going to save his father, then he needed to be at one-hundred and ten percent.

His father would display the difference in skill between them as he instantly formed a circle of black, tar-like blood around himself. Before long, the circle would flash and explode into a green light before a demon took its place. Just what did his father plan to do?

When the demon spoke of offerings, Kanmuri would slide his feet back and prepare for conflict. Much to his relief, the offering was not him, but rather his father. Asking for confirmation, the demon would make its way behind Akkuma and seductively caress his face.

It was too easy to predict, Kanmuri knew what was going to happen; thus, he acted. He would dash in order to stop his father but unearthly, green flames would erupt as an obstacle. There was no getting past it, and while Kanmuri looked through the gates of fire, what he saw would shake him to the core.

"We have a compact."

Instantly, multiple orbs would explode out of Akkuma’s body. At first, Kanmuri was curious as to what they were until he remembered his mission with Kaen. The creature he faced...it devoured the same thing right in front of Kanmuri. The orbs that were erupting out of the body of his father were none other than

“Souls…but why? Why are there so many souls inside of dad. What...what is he?” The nine year old would say as his eyes grew with a mix of fear and sadness. All but one of the souls would be taken in by the demon, and that one orb was ravenously devoured by his father--something that would cause Kanmuri’s mouth to slowly open as a tear rode down his cheek.

What laid before Kanmuri on the other side of the hellish gate, was a shell of the man he knew. Miroku Akkuma no longer had youthful, loving face of a father but rather a wrinkly, pale face of a weakling. His majestic tails of power had dissipated into energy and dispersed out of the room. His once muscular body was now lean and brittle. What was on the floor was a convulsive skeleton of a man he once called his father.

However, Akkuma’s metamorphosis didn’t end there. His hair and fingernails would grow longer; the latter of the two becoming blacker than the tar-like blood running through his veins. Upon opening his eyes, Akkuma’s gaze was no longer crimson like Kanmuri’s. No. It was now a lust-filled green. This was not Kanmuri’s father; this was a new creature. But if Kanmuri hoped to save his father, then he’d have to have faith in the chance that his father was somewhere beneath that new form.

He’d stand up and chuckle. The surge of power must have been overwhelming. Cracking his joints and fingers, Akkuma would step out of the circle he created and the fiery gates in front of Kanmuri would disappear. What now permeated the room was a still, bone chilling coldness.

His father would take a step forward and stumble before catching himself, but his eyes never left Riyota. The bloodlust was obvious. No, it wasn’t bloodlust; it was excitement. Miroku Akkuma had gotten a new toy of a body and powers, and he intended to use it all on the man standing right next to Kanmuri, his supposed kin, Miroku Riyota.

Kanmuri would listen to the words of his brother. They resonated with him. However, there was something that Riyota didn’t notice, or maybe refused to notice. The man in front of them was not their father. It was not the man who showed them love, made them a home, and taught them in the arts of leadership and shinobi life. This was a monster using their father’s body. And somewhere, deep inside, his father was laid shackled by his regretful decisions.

What they needed to do was save their father, not kill him, but if Riyota refused to listen then it was up to him to save his father. In fact, Kanmuri thought he was the only person capable of saving his father. There was tension between Miroku Akkuma and Miroku Riyota, and that tension was more than blinding for the both of them.

There would be no ganging up on their father.

There would be no head offerings.

There would be no burying.

This was an intervention, and Kanmuri would ensure that he rescued his father from his desires. In order to do that, he would execute his job as both a prince and future king, lead his people.

“Miroku Riyota as your kin and future king of the Miroku Clan, I, Miroku Kanmuri will lead you in this intervention. Our job is not to kill this monster, but to rescue our father. He is alive...deep in there, and if we cannot save him, then we are undeserving of the Miroku name.”

He’d pause in order to let the words sink in, a speech quirk that he learned from his father, before commanding,

“Let’s save our dad, Riyota.”

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Re: Securing Plans For The Future [Private]

Thu Dec 13, 2018 9:57 am

Akkuma stood there listening to his children whine to him about how monstrous he'd been. Their complaints made the corners of his lip begin to curl into a thin dangerous smile. He ran his fingers through his hair as they made their proclamations of challenge against him. It seemed they intend to ally themselves. Siblings against Father. One with the intent of ending his life. The other with some foolish notion of saving him from what he'd become. They both seemed rather pleased with themselves & Akkuma had to admit he was proud of his two little foolish sons. Snapping his head back Akkuma would laugh a blood chilling & monstrous sound before returning his gaze to his sons before him. With every passing second they would find that neither of them truly understood the man their father was. "A challenge has been initiated...I will treat you both not as my children but as the threats to the clan you both currently pose." he took a single step towards them & the sand would part from the immense chakra being released by their father.

"You think I'm a monster?" he asked laughing once more this time lower & almost deadlier. "Do you know what I was once called?" he'd ask another question as he stepped towards them both. Cracking the knuckles of his hands as he did so "The Demon of Mist...when this is over I won't have either of you questioning whether I know the costs & consequences of my actions." he'd say in a matter of fact tone before chuckling. "Oh that's right I'll have to leave the parental lectures until after. Just remember boys you asked for this..." with those words he would make his first move they would see a side to their father they'd never seen before. Depending on how the battle went they may well be the very first of his kin to come to realize the truth of Akkuma's power.

There was a glint of pride mixed the excited bloodlust in those emerald eyes that held the two Miroku youths in their gaze. He would test them for their worth with no restraints held back. They were at a crossroads. Only victory would determine the Fate of the three shinobi who were about to battle it out. Only one thing was for certain the next family dinner would certainly be an interesting one in regards to conversation. With that odd thought he would complete the first step of educating his sons.

[Okay Since Neither of you actually requested a BMod I'll do that. =P It's okay gave me time to get Radiation. (If either of you have issue with this I'll just not include it in my Battle Info pm just shoot me a msg on Discord to let me know.]
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