The Demon Sage Master
Prolouge
The world had changed since the time of ninja. The world was more modernized. More civilian friendly… well a few still fought like real men. Then again it's long since I could be considered a man. I am more accurately called a demon. I am immortal but still not invulnerable. In my youth I was just a loud and lucky child living as a ninja in fact the first death that I came across was at a bridge the irony of it is that bridge was named after me. When it was all over like after the battle with Pein and Konan I started training more. I was already the toad sage but I knew that if I didn't get stronger then more dangerous enemies will come so I did what I did best. I trained. I went to the library and studied everything I could I learned many taijutsu styles I even studied kenjutsu or sword styles. Out of all the swords that I studied I felt best using a katana. How I studied during a war though was quite simple I had my many kage bunsion or shadow clones read and practice the forms and everything else learned so that it would go into muscle memory. Then I would train my body to use those different forms and presto training that would kill a normal man.
Although I knew many things I was still lacking in other things. I tried to fix that but still I guess being what I am it will be hard like anything else in my life. With all my learning and fighting I started learning seals. I found it calming after a hard day of training. When the old Toad Sage was alive he tried to teach me seals but being that I was impatient and impulsive both traits that I learned to repress. Sealing being the obscure art it is was harder to learn but I did it. I started simple making easy paper bombs then I would alter that paper bomb to make it stronger or weaker then I worked my way up. Of course I also read the books on sealing. Then after a year of study I finally decided to study the seal on myself. Of course I didn't know then but I had already started walking the path that would lead me to immortality. I had been studying the seal placed on me by my father and noticed that it could be improved. Another year and I had created a seal that would improve the one I already wore but I made it to hold all the bijuu or tailed beast. If only I knew that I would kill the souls of those bijuu and bind all the demonic chakra to myself. The seal I created was supposed to filter the chakra into human chakra but I suppose once all that chakra was recombined the seal designed to filter it was destroyed.
I became a demon because the chakra bound itself to my soul because the original souls were destroyed by the seal and because I was human it had to change me on a cellular level. The pain was unimaginable but even so I was hurt more on an emotional level when I was told I had to leave my home. I was given twenty-four hours to pack and leave. Being that I was the new bijuu I was too powerful for any one country to control. So I traveled around going from place to place learning new things and new fighting styles from each of the ninja villages I went through. I even studied their history and in the end moved on with even more knowledge then when I'd arrived.
As I traveled I gained a title. It was The Demon Sage Ninja. Most just chose to call me the Demon Sage but still I traveled and learned and then finally I chose to seclude myself. I traveled to a mountain that didn't have any people living around it I built a compound after leveling a good amount of space about half way up said mountain. The compound was massive to some but I knew it would fill up quickly. I had it set up like a monastery. It had one large building with pews and a podium. Then several other buildings with only one other as big as the chapel like building. The mess hall or dining room. After those buildings I had several sleeping quarters. I had it set up so the people inside were all in one big room like the monks. The rooms themselves were Spartan to say the least only having two trucks side by side at the end of each bunk bed. I made a garden outside in a courtyard that I'd made and I had one building set beside the garden as the administration building as well as my home. Besides the chapel, dining hall, sleeping areas and my home there was the armory and the smithy buildings and the fletching building. Each of those buildings was for the different weapons that were being made. The smithy obviously for making the weapons made of metal. The armory held the weapons that were made to be distributed. And the fletching building was for all weapons made of wood like bows, arrows, staffs, and the like. Then finally we had the training grounds. I had a total of ten training grounds level one to ten. The first field being the easiest being an open field with little foliage and rocks. The final level being a small wood that was fenced in that contained various deadly plants and animals.
Word spread that I'd made the compound and like children began flocking to it. It was mainly adults bringing children because they couldn't take care of them. A few adults came and I gave them the position to teach the children but of course I also taught. We set up a schedule at seven they wake up. Then breakfast. At seven fifty-five they go to class at eight class starts and they study until twelve. They have an hour for break then at one they go to weapons and hand to hand training. That ends at three and then finally they learn how to make said weapons until seven then they have until nine to relax or pray then sleep.
I trained many students and they later created styles from what I taught them and then my teachings were lost to time after students quit showing up. Instead going to the newer styles such as Chinese Ken Poe and eventually much knowledge of the old ways were lost. As it was I am the last of an ancient people. I finally broke my self-imposed exile and wandered. About one thousand years passed and I found myself in Japan. In a strange town with a dojo for martial arts masters the said dojo was called Ryozanpaku. In my many years as both a demon and a sage I'd never felt the like of what I felt in that dojo. The amount of sheer energy released from the teachers of their chosen styles was amazing to say the least but I would still win. Being a demon who lived as long as I have I learned quite a bit but still it was amazing that there was still people who could still have this amount of energy. I felt drawn to it but I resisted then I had an idea. A truly fun idea.
I'd heard rumors of a group calling themselves Ragnarok or some other such nonsense. One member a girl named Kisara … hmmm yes she would make a fine disciple. Maybe I could teach her a thing or two… hmm regardless I think that a little rivalry between their kid and one I train would be interesting. He who knows I may even fight these so called masters.
TBC….