Several days had passed since Naruto's birthday and it was decided to have Factus be the first one to go with Omegon back to Konoha. He was chosen due to his agreeable attitude to new things. The irony on that was not lost on anyone given his suspected former life. Each of the seven former slaves were outfitted with the same cybernetics that allowed the Brothers to understand and speak the same language. The installation had been… touch and go there but everyone came out of it with minimal scars.
"Wow… I've never seen so many trees in my life!" Factus said as he gazed around the gate to the Leaf Village. "And no fucking churches!" Factus dropped to his knees, arms outstretched to the sky.
"Yes, this place will work well with you." Omegon stated as he watched Factus. "I'll be in the village doing work and watching the boy you met the other day. You'll be watched, but otherwise you're free to explore. Be back here by midnight." Omegon walked off to do his work. Factus waved to the Primarch until he turned a corner, then a great big grin formed on the man's face. His eyes watched every passerby and knew he could do his work here. Quickly finding a small box in an alley, he stood on it on the side of the street. He cleared his throat.
"People of the Leaf Village! I have come from a faraway land to bring you the holy word of the God-Emperor of Mankind. I have come to bring you the word his glory!" Factus continued to preach, and he ended up drawing a sizeable crowd. Many if not all saw him more like a sideshow and not a real preacher but when he noticed this he was bit surprised. Though he subtly changed his act to play on this. Once he got a few laughs out of the crowd he stepped down but continued to preach. He then began to do his real work, quietly pickpocketing people while they were distracted but when he reached for the fourth man's cash he found himself quickly subdued by him.
"Well well what have we here?" Asuma said as he took Factus' ill-gotten money. "You really had me going. I thought you were just some preaching idiot." Preachers rarely came through the Leaf village. Mostly they stuck to people outside the influence of the Shinobi given that they were less likely to have such a prevalent other influence in their lives. So seeing someone preach about like this man, Asuma had to see just how serious this was.
"For Terra's sake get off me!" Factus squirmed from under the breaded man's grip as he was shoved to the dirt ground. People didn't move like this one did, Factus had only ever seen Eldar move that fast. How was he supposed to know that?! The Brothers should have warned him before Factus went pickpocketing.
"Sure but you're going to straight to a cell." Asuma pulled Factus up keeping him restrained. Factus soon found himself in a cell with Omegon staring him down. Like a parent looking at their locked up child without a hint of remorse or sympathy.
"You already are in jail… and you're fucking smiling?" Omegon grumbled loud enough for Factus to hear. True to the Primarch's words Factus was smiling a dumb grin even though he was in jail.
"These people are way better than the Arbites." And by better Factus meant less angry and softer on crime. The policemen of the Imperium would likely cripple a man who was caught stealing from anyone deemed important enough. The Arbites were more akin to a full marshal military than a police force. With a sense of Judgement that defined zero tolerance. But that could be said about much of the Imperium.
"Yes, anything is better than them." Omegon completely agreed there but was still quite angry. While the current status quo of the Imperium justified the lengths the Arbites went to, they were by no means what Omegon's father envisioned.
"What I can't understand was how that guy noticed me." Factus said crossing his arms and looking down at the ground in thought. Before he had been taken by the Dark Eldar, he had been a fantastic thief. One that could keep their day job as a lowly scribe in the Ecclesiarchy and then by night have his fun as a risk-taking pickpocket. A person had to find joy in their life somehow.
"That's because the people are experts when comes to being sneaky. That's their business." Omegon bluntly put not wanting to explain Shinobi culture in detail right now.
"So… what going to happen to me?" Factus was expecting a beating or the loss of a finger. While he accepted that these people were softer than the Arbites, some things were still ingrained in him. Expectations of punishments were one of them.
"I pay a fine and you go back to the Cave, because I don't think they want you around here unsupervised." The Primarch groaned as he knew what was going through the man's head. This world was so much more lax in almost every way.
"That's it?" The thief asked dumbfounded.
"This isn't the Imperium; these people have the luxury of being nice." Say what you might say about that. Should this world find itself being found by any power out there in the galaxy… its odds of keeping that nice attitude was very low
"You're screwing with me, there's a knife getting sharp for my finger right now isn't there?"
"No dumbass." Omegon sighed and walked to pay the fine. Factus simply waited for someone in a dark hood and a sharp knife to come for him. But what he got was the guy him brought him in.
"What kind of people would take off a finger for pickpocketing?" Asuma asked as he lit another cigarette. It was something that was done in the old days before people figured out the concept of fines. Though whether that fine would be paid was a matter up for the criminal. After that single warning, that was when Shinobi stopped playing around. Refuse to give the Village its due at your own peril.
"The judge, jury, and executioner that is the Adeptus Arbites." Factus grimly laughed. "I'm really happy you folks aren't them. I once saw a man get their legs broken for refusing to give back civilian relief rations that their family already ate."
"I doubt I would want to meet them." That just sounded needlessly cruel and pointless. How the hell was someone supposed to remain a productive member of society if their legs were broken over something so small. Then there was the whole thing of giving back relief rations.
"So how was it that you noticed me? You're the first ever to catch me." Factus asked trying to change the subject away from the jackboots of the Arbites.
"Training, and lots of it. I would be a terrible shinobi if I couldn't feel when someone is trying to pick something off me."
"The only thing I've done with my life was read so many damn scriptures. For no real reason! And at some point I was shipped off to help convert some dumb savages, at that point I said fuck this and started living out on my own." That was sorta true. He was in the church. He was spending his days reading over books and scrolls that really had no real meaning. He was sent away to some feral world. And he did abandon his post. The details around his story however… weren't as black and white as that.
"And how'd that work for you?" Asuma smiled from having a feeling it wouldn't turn out well.
"It worked out pretty well, until those damn slavers came along."
"And now you're in a jail cell."
"Yes… now I'm in a jail cell!" Factus yelled jovially as he threw his hands up in the air.
"Not anymore." Omegon grumbled as he came back into the room. "Asuma." Omegon nodded to the Jōnin. "You fuckhead. You are going back to the Cave and send Sabrella. She seems a lot smarter or maybe just not as stupid."
"Isn't that the same thing?" Asuma asked.
"No, it isn't. Smart and not stupid are two different things. You are smart, Gai is not stupid… actually that might be debatable." Omegon opened the cell door and escorted Factus back to the Cave.
Sabrella marveled at the wide open blue sky as Omegon escorted her to the Leaf village. The Primarch was hopeful that this one wouldn't cause much trouble as the last. No sketchy past and no clear psychological issues. From what the Brothers got out of the former slaves, the Dark Eldar used her as a means to collect fear of simply watching fellow people in pain. A passive form of torture that was rare coming from their kind. Omegon expected that they were planning on keeping her whole for some other reason, a purpose that needed her looking physically fine but on the inside rotting.
"Enjoying the view?" Omegon asked as he watched the young woman staring up into the sky with amazement. Thankfully her fate was much kinder. Now she had a chance to live a life that a caring soul like hers deserved.
"Yes… I had only heard stories of when the sky was blue." Sabrella murmured, her voice still holding the accent of her feudal world. "The skies of home are always so pale and gray. Sometimes they would even turn black." She was overwhelmed by the beauty of this world. Never did she think she would see so much green or blue in nature. The wind blowing through the trees and rustling them a bit. It was all so serene that it nearly brought her to tears.
"You used to live on Chrysis right, I remember that little speck. It was early in the campaign with father when we found it, and… it didn't do very well in the end." His dear brother Horus utterly destroyed the planet on his way to Terra. Orbital bombardment destroyed the once lush green world into a blasted barren rock. Not that they hadn't rebounded in some fashion, their deep ties to the Mechanicus meant that rock of a world was a prime location for mass Factotums.
"Yes, the only House that survived was the great House Krast. My own House Guin is a Child House of Krast."
"After that whole mess fucking Horus made the Tech-Priests came to Chrysis like a fucking white knight… or should I say a red knight." Omegon smiled at his cheesy joke but Sabrella just looked away. "Fine… be that way. After they came Chrysis became almost a forge world in its own right." They soon reached the gates of the Leaf village. "Okay I'm going to tell you the same thing I told the fuckhead, I'll be in the village doing work and watching the boy you met at the party. You will be watched but you won't see it. You're free to explore but be back here by midnight… and so you don't need to do what the fuckhead did here's some money." Omegon handed Sabrella some Ryo before slowly walked backward keeping an eye on her until he turned a corner.
Sabrella looked around confused. For her whole life she had a job to do, or there was always a task to be done. Now there was nothing, and she was left completely alone to do whatever she wanted to do. With nothing to do she followed Omegon quietly. Omegon didn't notice simply because he thought the idea of her following him completely ridiculous. Sabrella followed Omegon all the way back to his home, and she watched as walked in for a few minutes. Then she heard him curse loudly then broke his door down, though from the seeable damage the door had this seemed to be a common occurrence. Omegon then ran up to the second floor, then came back out dragging the boy Sabrella met the other day. The Primarch dragged the boy up to the roof of the building and strung the boy to the top of a very tall pole. The boy flailed around but was unsuccessful in breaking the bonds. Omegon left the boy up there after an hour of yelling at the boy then left to walk back to do his work in the village. Sabrella walked up to the roof and to the pole with the struggling Naruto.
"It seems you've made lord Omegon angry." Sabrella said to Naruto.
"He's always like that!" The blond yelled back not really knowing who was talking to him. He was too busy in trying to get himself free from the bounds that his guardian put him in. This wasn't the first time and Naruto was hoping to beat his last time by at least a minute.
"Do you need help getting down?" Sabrella asked hoping that she could be of some help.
"No… I almost… ah!" Naruto screamed as he fell to the floor. "That… didn't hurt at all."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine…" Naruto paused when he saw the pretty lady. "Um…like a little fall could hurt the future Hokage! Haha…" Naruto continued to laugh off the pain to unknowingly try to impress the woman. "By the way… who are you?"
"I'm Sabrella, I was saved by lord Omegon and lord Alpharius. You met me the other day at your birthday party." Sabrella gave a warm smile, she had taken care of children when she was back home on Chrysis. She knew how to handle them. Both when first meeting her and a relationship needed to be established and when they were lying after getting themselves hurt. Boys always claimed that they were tough enough to take it while girls did the same but without the bragging.
"I didn't really pay attention to everyone there. I don't think I've seen you in the village before."
"That's because this is my first time here. Before I was taken by the…" Sabrella remembered what Alpharius said about talking about things that were off-planet. "Slavers, I lived in a… um… land called Chrysis." It was a little difficult to edit out these facts but she could do it. While she didn't necessarily understand the full reasons why the Primarchs asked her to hide where she and the other former slaves came from, she would do as they asked.
"Is it part of the Imperium? Omegon has been telling me cool stories about it."
"Yes it is, while the Imperium is ruled by the… Emperor," It took everything she had not to call the Emperor the God-Emperor of Mankind. It was just how everything was back among her fellow humans of the Imperium. That everyone worshiped the God-Emperor. But she had been warned that the Primarch disapproved of that behavior. Again, it would be difficult to adjust, and if she was honest with herself she wouldn't stop believing in the God-Emperor. But she knew that she couldn't blatantly worship him as she used to. "Chrysis is ruled over by the Knight Houses. Great families that protect the people of Chrysis with the Knight Titans. I was a chambermaid for House Guin, I took care of lady Rosa, a young child of one of the nobles."
"Do you miss living in Chrysis?" For all the problems he had growing up in the Leaf, Naruto couldn't help but feel that he would miss it if had been taken for it.
"There are days I do… but others… well it was always hard dealing with lady Rosa's tantrums." Sabrella kept back the cheering in her head at the future of never having to deal with a noble child's spoiled nature. Even if she would end up using her skills again on this world, there could never be children that compared to those of the nobility of the Imperium.
"She was a brat huh?" Naruto smiled due to Omegon often calling him a brat and now he got to.
"I would never call lady Rosa such a thing… but I won't stop you from saying it. Now, what did you do to gain the wrath of lord Omegon."
"Nothing! He's always like that." Sabrella sighed at the pouting Naruto like a mother would when disappointed in her child. It was a look that someone needed to master in order to handle the most unruly children in the galaxy. Especially when physically disciplining said children would lead to death.
"What did you do?"
"I may have done some rearranging in the teacher's lounge at the academy." That was a polite way of saying fixing all the furniture to the ceiling and walls in odd ways that might make a person think they were on a drug trip.
"Now was that so hard… no you are going to clean your home right now and after you'll clean lord Omegon and lord Alpharius home as well."
"Yes ma'am…" Naruto sulked back down to clean his home.
"I don't like her." Slaanesh seethed in her cell.
"You just don't like her because he thought she was good looking and he thought you were an old hag!" Khorne boasted. "This is one of the funniest things ever!" Khorne normally didn't give two shits over things like this. But when it came at the expense of Slaanesh it was something that made his week.
"No it's not…" Slaanesh whined before being interrupted.
"Quite both of you!" Tzeentch demanded. "To think you all put so much in the opinion of one human boy! We are the Gods of the Warp, its true masters and we are now clamoring for approval of a human child! It is disgusting, to think we've all fallen so low in our imprisonment." The other three looked at each other with the realization that Tzeentch was right. But it was Khorne that sighed with acceptance.
"It might true but… it is this child who hold us in him. We live next to his soul and have so since the beginning of his life. We may be gods, but we are only so because of the power of the souls of mortals. It is their emotions and belief that we exist." Khorne said with rare wisdom, but it was a brutally honest fact. Nurgle and Slaanesh just watched from their cells, for they both knew that both of the other two gods were right in their own way but neither was wrong.
After Naruto finished cleaning out his home and the brothers Sabrella took him for a quick dinner and then put him to bed. As she was walking back to the village gate she found herself feeling something she hadn't in a long time. She at one time loved watching over the children of House Guin, but that was when it was the children of the servants. But when she was brought up to take care of the children of the nobility she lost that love.
"Did you and Naruto have a nice time?" Omegon inquired from the village gate.
"You knew lord Omegon?"
"Yes I knew, it's my job to watch that boy. It wasn't what I intended for you to do with your time but it helps the boy so I'm good with it. We need to get going before it gets dark." Omegon lead Sabrella back to the Cave, while the brothers hoped at some point they all could be able to live in the village that was completely out of the question for the time.
The next morning Omegon walked back with Osmadiel, as he wanted to keep him and Sabrella away from each other as much as possible. Omegon watched the teen carefully, as he would with all the former slaves, they all still were so new to this world. And how they responded was vital.
Osmadiel quietly walked behind Omegon but Omegon could see in the teen's eyes that he was just amazed at the last two. When they finally reached the gates Omegon gave the same speech and walked away but this was only for show, as he decided to watch this one much more actively. Osmadiel quietly watched the few comings and goings through the gate, when he was sure that no one was watching he darted off away from the village. Unlike the others, Osmadiel noticed the power that flowed through his veins. He had quietly, he liked quiet, pushed his body to use this new power. The dash through the trees at speeds he had only dreamed of… trees like this were also things of dreams. He kept running until he came to the edge of the forest to wide farmlands. Osmadiel walked up to growing rice crop, he was impressed by the quality of the plant. He used to be a cook to one of the Houses of Chrysis, so he naturally knew quite a lot about food. It was his job, no, it was his reason for living to provide good food for the people that protected himself and many others.
"It's going to be a good harvest." A voice from behind said. Osmadiel turned his head to see an old farmer smiling. "I can tell you know your rice. Are you a farmer yourself?"
"No, in fact I've never seen this kind of plant before. But I know good product when I see it."
"What?! You've never seen rice before?! What have you been eating?"
"The best comparison to this plant we have where I come from is a plant called Rezor. It's a grain that if you don't harvest it in time it grows as sharp as a blade. It works best as bread and it could be worked into pasta if you know what you're doing."
"Well I've never heard of it."
"That's fine… what you have here is good." Osmadiel bowed to the old farmer and thanked him for the chance to see something new. Osmadiel began walking back to the village. He had done everything he wanted to do and was ready to return to the cave. He stopped when Omegon appeared in front of him.
"That's it?" Omegon asked with his head tilted in confusion.
"That's all, I just wanted to know more about rice, we had it at the party for that boy and I wanted to know more since then."
"You're weird." Omegon sighed, it was still pretty early so after Osmadiel was dropped off at the Cave, Omegon was walking back to the village with Moriah. Unlike the last four, she didn't care about the new world. Omegon noticed this and didn't really care. This might be a good thing, this one might actually talk to people like he had hoped they would. "Okay, you know the rules, here's some money, don't screw with the locals' laws, and don't make life harder for my brother and me." Omegon said before going off to do his own work but Moriah knew that he would likely be watching her the entire time. She didn't care, for he was a Primarch and she knew hiding anything from someone like that would be impossible. So she spent a good deal of time getting lost in the crowds, though that was not as easy as it was back on her homeworld of Kiavahr. In the highly industrial world there were crowds of people that one could always hide in. But here, the streets were not nearly as packed and when walking down said streets a person could easily move freely without bumping into another.
As Moriah walked she took note of any patterns in the people of the village that would become her place of residence. She wouldn't ever go as to call it home, as such designations weren't for her tastes. The people seemed… content in their lives. They were so different from the people of Imperium and Moriah might have been a bit jaded towards them if it wasn't for living the past three years under the care of the Dark Eldar. Those years had taught her that anyone that can find happiness should be able to enjoy it because it could be taken away so easily. She had been happy once, though she didn't know she was happy at the time, then the Salvers came and she knew that the time before had been the happy times. Moriah looked upon these people knowing that they had no idea of the horrors that lived out there, the ancient saying was true… ignorance was bliss.
Another pattern she saw among the people was the green flack vests that she assumed marked these Shinobi she had heard of. Lords Alpharius and Omegon had said they worked in much the same manner as the Alpha Legion and the Raven Guard. Not in open warfare but in stealth and subterfuge. This had peaked her curiosity, and she hoped that she might be able to test their resemblance to her home world's rulers. So far they were more human than Astartes, but that was to be expected. They also were not in combat and as such she could not gauge their skills. One thing she had noticed that there were women among their ranks. That gave her a tiny bit of hope that she might be able to join, as she could not with the Raven Guard, as only men could join the Emperor's Angels of Death.
Something about the biology of the Gene-seed made this impossible. The Raven Guard Astartes actually agreed on this issue, as they recognized that any human could have the potential to be great and should not be restricted by genders. But the Gene-Seed was the final decider and the Raven Guard could not waste such a precious resource on testing women to see if they could become Astartes. Not only had it been tried by the Emperor himself and failed at doing so, but the Raven guard had always had low numbers and could never risk the loss of a single potential Astartes. The burnout rate for men already was high enough.
Moriah still wanted to be like her heroes as all in the Imperium did. More so on the Chapter Homeworld. It was not uncommon for the people to try and emulate their rulers and Moriah had done so by learning their tenants and skills as best as a normal mortal could. She had been part of the local PDF so it was acceptable for her to do so. And she had been on the fast track of getting an officer position but then the Dark Eldar happened. And then the three years in hell happened. So now seeing a new chance to serve humanity in a fashion Lord Corvus Corax would approve of set a fire in Moriah.
She sought out one of the flak vest wearing shinobi and asked where she might be able to see them train so she could get an idea of their skills. Then after planting her foot on his face to the ground after he had laughed in her face and tried to come on to her, he told her about their training fields and how to get there. She ended up in the Red-Light District of the village. She swore then and there to one day find that bastard and cut his balls off. She soon found a Female Shinobi and told her what happened, and she also was quite mad at what happened. She apologized for the rudeness and gave her the correct directions. The training fields were wide open areas separated by rivers and forests while the entire area was surrounded by a wire fence. Nothing that Moriah couldn't get past.
She watched several different people train in different ways. Some that caused her to raise an eyebrow over as they had been doing things that would be considered… unnatural... anywhere else. But the Lords had explained that this world was surrounded by a unique Warp Field that gave everyone Psyker like traits, without the risk of Chaos corruption. They were not unholy witches and monsters, as she trusted the Primarch brothers and from what she had seen of these people knew that they were not the toys of evil beings from the Warp. There would be a lot more blood and corpses if that were the case.
Moriah was about to finish her little trip and return to the village gate to lord Omegon when she spotted something that had caught her eye. It looked to be a child no older than the boy the Lords were taking care of. The Child was training in the skills the Shinobi were also but more basic, clearly training to one day join them. But that wasn't what drew Moriah's attention. It was what the child was hiding. Moriah approached without the child knowing, currently distracted by the task of correctly throwing the knives called kunai.
"Well what do we have here…" Moriah said projecting her voice next to the child. Said child snapped to where Moriah actually was.
"You can show yourself, I already know where you really are." The tone was arrogant and boastful. But at same time Moriah could tell it was forced and overplayed as if acted rather than felt. Moriah responded by stepping out from behind the tree she had been behind, she smirked at the look of slight intrigue the child had at her appearance. She did not wear normal clothes of this world so that was to be expected. The brothers had been gracious in providing clothes of all of the former slaves' homeworlds to help them move past their time with the Dark Eldar who only gave rags.
Moriah had taken the offer and now wore a variant of the Kiavahr PDF uniform. They had changed a few things here and there to be more in line with local fashion, such as the removal of the shoulder raven skull guards and other more Imperial Iconography. She wore long baggy pants that extended over the heavy combat boots, a sash of belts around her upper hips, a plain gray shirt covered her torso and was covered by a black with white trim cloak covering only her right side. The Kiavahr PDF uniform was meant to be light and non-cumbersome as to allow for best movement through the industrial landscape.
"You have good senses… for a neophyte." Moriah smirked as she approached the child. "But I wonder how good those senses would be in a less clean environment. Could you still be able to pick me out when your sense of smell is muted by the smell of chemicals and pollutants? Could you hear me approach when the sounds of machines all around you clog your eardrums?"
"Who are you… you're clearly not from this village." The child said pulling out a kunai.
"No I'm not… I come from a place that I have just described to you. And yet I was able to know what everything around me was even with all the stated distractions…"
"Your point?" The child interrupted quite rudely.
"The point is… if you had been born in Kiavahr then maybe you could have found me before now." She whispered into the child's ear. Before the child could react to the sudden change in location of the stranger, Moriah had both arms in her right hand. "See… you are but a neophyte to me. I have played the game you are playing far longer… though why are you hiding yourself? I have no idea why you would do such a thing." Moriah said as she dipped her left hand under the child shirt and grabbed the girl's developing breast. "My my… the boys will certainly like you." The girl pretending to be a boy tried her hardest to break free but Moriah was stronger. "Unlike where I came from, women are perfectly accepted into the height of military ranks here. Why would a strong girl like yourself hide?" She said as she started to play with the girl, even getting her to moan a bit from it. Some small part of her knew that this might be wrong in some ways but Moriah had been with the Dark Eldar long enough to loosen her morals a bit.
"I… I h-have… ah… I have to. If I don't... Mm… then I'll be put on the CRA." Moriah at that tossed the girl away.
"And what is this CRA that forces a girl like you to hide herself?" Moriah said with a deep scowl that showed all her displeasure at this concept.
"The Clan Restoration Act, my clan had been wiped out… only me and one other survived." The girl said, her anger split between this CRA and Moriah for assaulting her. "If they find out I'm a girl then I'll be put on the CRA and will be made into a baby making machine and I won't ever be able to become a Shinobi."
"So because your family had been wiped out… that gives some old fool the right to decide that you as a woman are nothing more than breeding stock?" Moriah growled out. "How barbaric…" Moriah looked back to the girl and smiled. "You plan to show these fools that they are wrong?"
"Oh yes… I'm going to become smarter and stronger than anyone else and then reveal myself. And no one will be able to do anything. And then I'll lead everyone to a better future… just like the Primarchs…" She had whispered that last part to herself but Moriah was able to hear it and quickly grabbed the girl up by her collar.
"What did you just say? You think, you a mortal, can become like the Primarchs?! You think you can reach the height of Lord Corax?!" Moriah demanded, insulted that this girl would say something so vulgar. To bring the name of Primarch so low as to say a mortal could reach for it.
"You… you know about them?" The girl asked staring down at Moriah, eyes filled with not fear but wonder. "What are they like? How many of them are there?" She continued to ask questions about the Primarchs, her attitude was such a sharp turn and her genuine admiration for the Primarchs took all the anger out from Moriah and replaced it with confusion and a small bit of remorse. Clearly the child had been very ignorant of the Primarchs and only knew of them a vague ideal and not as she knew them.
"Calm down child…" Moriah said as she gently set her down. "… what do you know of the Primarchs?"
"That they are the smartest and strongest ever, and that they lead humanity to a better future." It sounded like she was quoting someone. Someone dear to her, most likely the one that had first told her of the Primarchs. Moriah thought about it and figured out that must have been the boy that the Lords were taking care of. And since everything the boy does is known by the Lords, they must have planned for this girl to find out about the Primarchs in this way. She would not question the Hydra's plan.
"That is… partially correct." Moriah responded. "They are the sons of the Emperor of Mankind, the only being that has any right to call himself God of Humanity. And the Primarchs are his sons, they are something greater than human, they are what why could be in a perfect existence, the goal of humanity is to become like them. Don't ever think yourself able to reach the height of a Primarch. They are not mortal men that have obtained the title, they were born with it." This seemed to deflate the girl. Moriah knew why, she had just crushed her dream. It even looked like she was about to argue the truth of the matter. "But…" Moriah would not have that. "… it is right to look up to them as the example of what we should strive for." That got the girl back. "They are humanity's greatest leaders, and it is true that they were the strongest and wisest we as humans have seen. We should always try and push ourselves for the sake of making them proud. I was born under the rule of the Sons of Primarch Corvus Corax, I have committed myself to his ideals, The First Axiom of Victory is to be other than where the enemy desire you to be. The First Axiom of Stealth is to be other than where the enemy believes you to be. The First Axiom of Freedom is that justice without force is powerless; force without justice is tyranny. These are the Axioms of Corvus Corax and the founding beliefs of the Raven Guard."
"Wow… that sounds so cool…" She said with a sparkle in her eyes that Moriah found to be cute.
"It is magnificent, not simply cool. As for your own troubles… grow strong and wise to show all those fools the folly of trying to keep you in a place unfit for you." Moriah said before starting off for the village gate, it had been getting late and Lord Omegon would be waiting for her.
"Wait… uh… when could I see you again… because uh... I think I could learn a lot from you and uh…" Moriah turned back, her mind drawing a blank as to what might she say to the request. She wasn't the type to teach anything, but she saw a lot of herself in this girl. She really wanted this young girl to grow up and show everyone that she could what she wanted and the old fools that wanted her in a home only good childbirth be put in their place.
"What is your name girl?"
"Satsuki Uchiha."
"I will be settling in this village, when I have finished I will find you and I will decide then if can teach you anything." Moriah said before returning to her walk away from the girl.