Life as A Fox
Chapter 64
NSW-The Forsaken Author of the Lost Story (see my bio for explanation)
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Yogensha Shinjin was always a simple person. He had grown up on a little farm as the only child of two parents who loved each other greatly. He did not have any extraordinary abilities, he was not a fighter or superior in anyway to anyone in anything really, he was an average likeable child.
It wasn't until his tenth year of life did his world change. It was a bitter winter and one of the cows had taken to sickness, it was one of the best of their herd so it greatly worried them, that cow was their livelihood-even though they had a large herd of forty or so.
They were local milk farmers. Providing milk to their small village that lay several miles away. This village housed many people; most of them descendents of goat herders and weavers, they had not changed much in their ways. They did not have any technology or electricity-such things were not needed and just extra waste.
No, the people that Shinjin had lived with were a simple folk, living by the old ways. They had a local temple full of young men from the village learning to be priests and healers. The women of the village learned to make and dye elaborate cloth to make beautiful robes and dresses for festival days.
They had a butcher and a blacksmith that shod horses and oxen, and even a few weapons to the hunters of the village-the closest thing they had to militia. Anyways it was a small village of close knit people and Shinjin and his family were quite important.
However this winter was harsh and their lead milk producer was sick- she was one of a certain breed that had a creamier milk, what you did is have most of the normal milk produce stalk, then you had one or two that made a more creamier frothy milk, you would mix that milk in with the base milk to give the milk in whole a better taste.
So this cow was important. All night his mother and father stayed with that cow, they had her housed in a separate little shed away from the main barn in hopes to stop the sickness from spreading to the others. Shinjin slept on his bunk which was a simple old feeding troph with a sac stuffed with hay for bedding.
The sheets were a heavy warm wool from the small herd of sheep that they also had. Shinjin slept peacefully until his dog-one of a bulky large sheep herding breed. Began to bark and growl. Shinjin awoke to the smell of burning. He had quickly scampered across the wood floor of his cottage home, his feet frozen and numb from the cold of the boards.
He dressed quickly for the cold of the air then ran outside, only to find that the little shed that both his parents had been in with the sick cow was engulfed in flame. He ran to the shed calling for his mom and dad, even though in his heart he knew that they were gone.
His dog had grabbed him by his woolen jacket his mother had given him only a few days ago- for he had outgrown the other. The dog pulled him away from danger, away from the flames. He tried to pull away from the dog but he was too small to fight back effectively. He thrashed and kicked in the snow, he beat his little fists upon the dogs chest, but the dog did not falter from his duty, it was his job to protect him.
He cried and sobbed, laying in the snow hugging that dog until deep in the afternoon when folk from town had saw the smoke in the early morning. By the time they had got there, the little shed was but a pile of ashes and coals, still yet smoking.
A family friend had taken Shinjin in his arms and carried him to the oxen cart, he placed Shinjin there and took a warm wool blanket and covered him, the dog, who's name to this day Shinjin could not remember had curled up beside him.
Shinjin was then forced to watch as his families business was sold off and all money went to payment for his life in the temple. He was allowed to keep that dog as company, which he did until by the time Shinjin was 18 the old companion finally passed on.
Shinjin was raised in the temple, and it was there he learned about true talents and abilities, on the night of his final exam, at the age of 16 he had did the writes of passage. If one feels god he is filled with compassion, if one hears god he is powerful and can instill those around him with hope, if one sees god he is given the sight of knowledge, but if one were to be touched by god-which no one in the village has ever had happen to them- then the one who is god touched is invincible and untouchable.
Shinjin was the latter- the first and last person of that town to be touched by a god. After that, the people he had grew up with, friends and people he cared for, feared him, they felt unworthy and strange to be near him. They stared at his scar-a 'gift' from the god and constantly were on edge around him, afraid that if they were to slight him, they would be smited down by the god who took favor upon him.
This was many years ago, and although there were times he longed to lead a normal life. He had thought if the fire had not happened he probably would still be on that farm, milking cows, probably would have met a girl, settled down, he could even have had a child or two by now, but his path-his destiny-was greater then that.
That is why Shinjin now sat on his knees in the middle of the circle of writes, incense and special branches burning and proper offerings given. He chanted and murmured words that had been engraved in his skull, his body saying them without him even thinking.
He prayed all through the night and into the morning, hoping his god would hear him and grant him favor. He prayed until his entire body screamed in protest of being in a hunched over position for so long. But he ignored it, he had been trained to ignore the pain of the body, the truest pain one should worry about is the pain of one's soul.
By late morning he was hit with a vision. All of a sudden he was in a place of pure light, radiating about. From out of the light came a god, he fell before him and applauded him, filled with happiness and fear. His god spoke, words so powerful he could not believe his bones were not shattered.
"My chosen, you have given me great loyalty and strength with your constant praying, I shall give you gifts, I have heard of your fears and anxieties, fear not, now rise and behold the wonders I have given."
Then like that the vision and splendor of his god was thankfully and regrettably gone. Shinjin slowly stood, giving his body time to adjust to the idea of moving again. He looked about, he did not see anything, maybe the gift was inside of them? New strength or resolve possibly?
But no, from out of the bushes something arose, at first he was in fear and dismay. It was a creature of pure white, glowing softly. It was a tall creature larger then normal wolves, it's face much sharper and it's eyes...pupiless, only two balls of glowing light.
It stalked forward growling lowly "we...serve...thee" It spoke in a raspy screeching voice. It sent his teeth on edge. "What are thee? A ghost or a creature of the night?" The creature shook it's head "we...are...of...light, gift to you...from your god...slowly we shall...gather...in numbers...pledge..ourselves...to...you we must"
The creature stalked forward it's long bony limbs and sharply spiked fur shaking in the sun. "What is the name you go by?" The creature was silent as it studied him, it looked at him, but not really, it was as if it was looking through him.
It was then Shinjin realized that this creature had a limited mind, it was like a drone, it moved in a mechanical way. "we go by...many names, you may call us...the Lumenion, creations...of your god, combined with the powers of...the goddess of animals, together...we...destroy...demons."
He nodded, fear dissipated, "very well. What is your name?" The creature stared at him "we do not have...names of indivduals...we...are...one..." Then more appeared slowly coming out of the tree's a pack of the strange creatures stood infront of him.
The creatures looked to the sky, Shinjin did as well. Something was coming, something larger, about the size of a man it came down, and landed. It was white as well. It had no eyes, instead it had a long gracefull crest that rose up from it's jaw, angeling back.
It's jaws themselves were filled with many sharp spiny teeth, it seemed to speak in clicks and odd resonating noises. It had human looking arms' only skinny and protruding, a thin flab of skin streched out over the bones like skin on a drum head.
It's fingers were strange, four of them, extra long, and ending in wild, gnarly looking talons. It was a frail looking creature, mostly bones and sagging skin. Yet it resonated with a power, five more fell down from the sky. The first creature spoke "Flying...Lumenion, they are...language...not understandable...to thee."
To answer, the first of the fliers screeched. Shinjin nodded. The lead Lumenion beast spoke once more "there are three breeds...of us...beasts of fields...is we" He said his fellow members closing in ranks about him. "The beasts of air..." He said nodding to the other strange creatures.
Then from out of the forest came another creature, massive in height, larger then a horse, but once again thinner, all of these creatures looked melnurished and half-starved. Bones jutting out from saggy skin. This new large creature had a long horse like face, but it to had large sharp canines poking from it's upper jaw.
They eyes were a dark gray while it's body was more of a curdled milk color. It had hooves but they splt like a goats or deer. On top of their head sat two large antlers, spreading out sideways like crested knarled branches of an oak tree.
It snorted and bleated as it came forward a few others following it out. "We...are...the...beasts...of the forest." It said, then did not speak after that. Shinjin nodded to each in turn "I thank the god's for giving and sending such splenderous gifts."
All the creatures bowed their heads in reverence to him, then each in turn pledged their allegiance to him and his cause.
Suki was angry, no she was beyound anger, she was furious, wrathful even. How long had she spent trying to convince them to turn to science? How long had she slaved away making and creating beautiful instruments of war that would utterly decapitate all that stood in their path?
She threw her dinner across her tent, he serving maid, one of the many women who had joined their cause or were brought here by their fathers and husbands-good source of money, taking in the girls no one wanted, you would be surprised to see how much a man who felt his daughter or wife was useless how much he was willing to pay to see her off.
This one was one of those, she was a small frail thing and reminded Suki of a little deer, standing before a hunter ready to die without a word or fight. The girl picked up the food and carried it away. Suki's anger still had not dissipated, she wanted to cause harm, she wanted to hurt something.
But something inside her made her suddenly relax, she pushed away all her emotions and put them in a box, it was all right, it was okay, it did not matter, as long as that Wolf demon was dead she would be happy, she would have avenged her lovers death.
She cast her eyes to her son, he somehow managed to sleep through all the noise. She leaned down and kissed him, it did not matter what she did in this life, who she trampeled on and who she killed, it did not matter how many families she tore apart, or cities she ground to the earth, as long as she had her son, she would be happy.
Suki turned walking out into the last rays of the morning light, the Lumenion, as the prophet had introduced to them were gathering next to each other, they had split into their own species, the wolf-like ones had taken refuge sleeping and laying amongst each other in the middle of the camp.
The horse/deer ones stood next to the trees, heads bowed next to each others and standing in small groups. Then the fliers, the strange and haunted looking fliers rested in the branches of trees, a few still glided about in the air, the camp was eerily silent, the Lumenion had caused some unease amongst the men, they did not know what to think, but their prophet had instilled them with enough stupidity to trust these creatures.
Suki longed to cut one open and see how it ticked. Even as she thought of this she saw two Lumenion wolves bristle and snap at each other, one tore into the other, the wounded one scampered away, at the smell of blood-which happened to be a blue/black blood.
Five of them suddenly arose and gave chase, they tore into the weakend one without a second thought then began to feast on their own kin. They were absolute savages, to stupid to realize what they did, they did not know anything, they were led on impulses and basic needs, these things would not help them, these creatures would most likely destroy them.
Within the tents of the camp, the cook was busy preparing the breakfest for tommorow morning. His helper was an older women of unknown age, late forties, early fifties maybe, but she was still quite beautiful, in a distant royal looking sort of way.
She was mostly quiet but she had a way of bringing out the best in everyone, her sweetness and caring had proved to soften the mean tempered cook. He preferred it when it was just he and her, the other helpers were always getting in the way and ruining his kitchen, he liked things with a certian order.
This women, Sirya was her name, knew exactly how to combat his worst of moods and helped him cook and make his food better. If he was twenty years younger and had the urge, he might have tried to woe her. But alas, the only women he needed was the firestone and brindle stove that always treated him the same, either scorching and burning him if he got to close or warmed him up on a cold night.
Sirya did the last finishing touches and moved to gather her things to go back to her tent. "What do you think about the Lumenion?" he asked her suddenly. She paused and turned "there is not much to say, they are here, life goes on."
He sighed, "you know you sometimes have a bleak outlook on life at times. Sirya was quiet, "because life is sometimes bleak." She said, this was strange for him, he had never heard her speak in such ways, she was always cheery and bright.
"There is something more behind that isn't there? Somebody hurt you or did something to make you think that." She turned slowly to him "it was...the man I love...and still love to this day." Then she turned and walked away.
The cook sighed and turned back to his stove "love and war, sometimes I can't tell the difference between them, huh old girl?" he said and closed the stove and shut it down for the night. He then retired to his comfy cot in the extending room.
For now, all was quiet between the camp, and Konoha, everyone was sleeping, and for a moment, just a moment everything in the world seemed quiet.
I don't really understand somethings, like the fact that people are sending my ideas for the early chapters, can they not see that I am on my 60+ chapter range? I like their ideas don't get me wrong, but it's a little late for me to change things now.
I also do not like the fact that some people critisize what my characters are acting like, *example* 'This person is not this way, in the manga and anime he's this way-' well thats nice, but I changed him, I interpeted him a different way.
In the manga and anime Naruto is a human, no one here seems to have pointed out that major flaw, it's a story people, a fanfic not the real thing. So if I make a person to be total emo when in reality they are actully bright cheery flowers, or really brave when they are timid, I have that right, everyone who writes fanfics has that right, I am sorry if you don't like your character acting a certian way but I hope that I gave them enough reasoning for why the change.
Like with Hinata, she is known to be timid, but actully she is not, she has a fire inside of her that few see, she wants to be brave, she want's to be a hero and fight, she has the courage, just never the chance or ability, that is why I slowly made her realize that flaw in herself, so that she could correct it.
Sometimes your greatest strength is your strongest weakness, so yes, sometimes my characters,...are out of character, just because something is different does not mean it's bad. But let us not change things without an explanation, if you want Naruto to be emo, GIVE AN EXPLANATION!
Sasuke wants to smile, give an explanation! Ino wants to be with Akamaru? different, very different but hey it's possible...maybe but you have a good enough reason...go for it! The reason half the things happen in this world is because someone had the inspiration to do it, someone had the guts to change what was the norm.
Now this is a weird thing for me, giving a rant or...whatever this thing is, but I can't help it, I am just so tired of hearing the dogma that you can't write a fanfic where you change the elements of the characters, to me, if explained right and justified you can do anything with them.
I hope I made my point and some of you have read this far, if so, thank-you for reading and I hope to have the next chapter out soon.
NSW