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Thinking
Flashback
Suisei:The shadowed tale
One
A lone shinobi stood amongst the ruins of a destroyed village observing every desolate detail that his eye could land on. It was ironic that the sun shined with such joy on the village, as if the massacre that occurred did not take place. The once proudly built clay homes and structures were now heaps of charred pieces, still warm from the devastating explosion that happened a week ago.
The wind raced through the shinobi's long, raven blue shawl revealing his jonin vest as he walked through the village. Charred corpses could be seen hanging out of the ruins of homes, lifeless eyes staring at the shinobi as he walked passed them without a trace of emotion on his face. He continues his walk until he finds himself in front of the ruined walls of a compound on the far east side of the village. On the wall a clan emblem could barely be seen because of the missing structure it was painted on. The shinobi walks through the broken gates and continues to the ruins of a small, but cozy home. The name on the door read 'Takasui', as it did on every house in the compound. He walks into the ruins to be greeted with potent smell of burnt wood and flesh. He maneuvers through the home and stops in front of a small picture frame that so happened to survive the explosion.
He picks it up and examines it with a slight sad smile on his face. It was a picture of a young boy, around the age of eight, smiling wildly with his arm sleeve up, flexing his arm with newly engraved tattoos on it. The tattoos had an unorthodox pattern of organic and symmetric lines, which were dancing down the boy's whole arm. A man was also seen in this picture with his hand on the boy's shoulder, giving a small smile. He was a slim man with a short sleeve shirt on reveling tattoos similar to the boy's, around both arms and almost everywhere else visible but his face. Only a single line glided across the man's cheekbone. The boy was a spitting image of the man, both had black long, wild, hair with the left side shaved into a pattern similar to the tattoos, although the man's hair was longer. Difference between the two was that the boy had lavender,pupiless eyes that revealed innocence to the world and freckles that only covered his nose and the area under his eyes.
The shinobi took the picture out the frame and put it in his pocket and moved along deeper into the ruined home and entered a small shrine in the corner of what use to be the living room. He stood in front of a chest that has seen better days, but oddly enough the lock was in perfect condition. The lock was silver and it was the shape of the Takasui clan symbol. The shinobi bit his thumb hard enough to draw blood and placed it on the lock. The lock hummed and unlocked, the chest swung wide open revealing a scroll, 2 sheathed blades, a small dagger, and a village forehead protector. The shinobi grabbed the scroll first and read the writing.
My dear son,
If you are reading this what I have feared has come true. I have broken my promise and left you alone in this world with no parents to love and support you. I am sorry my son, I know I never really showed emotion around you but i really do love you, I see so much of your mother in you it's like her spirit possessed you, if only you could have meet her. Our sensor nin picked up the chakra of the tailed beast bomb that was fired from the Juubi and it is fast approaching. No matter how hard we try to evacuate its all in vain,the beast's power is too much. Right now I am writing with haste but my illness is slowing me down as it always does but hopefully I can finish before it hits the village. While you were out fighting for the world along with the many hidden villages I have been researching where your mother came from and maybe you can travel there in order to learn about her. Hopefully you can find answers to the questions I could not find. The forehead protector belonged to your mother,she hid from me all these years,that is your first clue. I left the family's katanas in your care, I pass them down to you, you surpassed me a while ago my son and I am proud. Mark yourself my son, you skill level has earned you the third Gram, the most respected level in our clan, never forget what you are, a proud Takasui shinobi. The beast bomb is almost here, all I can say is follow your own path, it will be hard, but never give up, you will never truly be alone. Me and your mother are with you in spirit always. We love you Suisei.
The shinobi sat on the floor with his back against the blacked wall with tears flowing down his eyes like a great river. He absorbed every word that was spoken, eyes desperately clinging to the words of his father. After he gathered himself he stood up and stored the scroll. He reached in and grabbed the dagger, applied chakra through it, and carefully slid the blade proudly down the right side of his face through the two tattoo lines that were already present. The cut bled for a second,then the blood darkened black until it became a tattoo. He placed the old iron dagger into a sealing scroll and then grabbed the two swords next. The sheaths were beautiful. One was navy blue with engraved wave patterns. Sakura petals flowed across the sheath and a big bold Takasui clan symbol was visible in the center of it. The hilt was crimson with silver trimmings, and the blade itself was black as night. No light was able to reflect off it. The other katana was a polar opposite. The sheath was pure white with very faint gold clouds engraved. The clan symbol was still present and was located in the same spot. The hilt was grey with gold trimmings and the blade was a smooth metallic silver. He strapped both across the small of his back horizontally which accompanied his third sword. A unique chakra blade, all black with a small symbol at the top. The three blades formed a flipped 'T' on his back, not to long or heavy to become bulky. The last item was pulled out. It was worn, the blue clothed ripped in some places and the metal had scratches around it like an old tortoise's shell. When he looked at the symbol he instantly knew what the village was, how could he not? The main heroes of the war was from there. The symbol had a big swirl on it, the other lines helped shaped it into a leaf. His mother apparently was a missing nin, a large deep slash was visible going across the band. He did not care though, it was the only thing his mother left behind. He tied it around his right arm, only one village had the right to be on his forehead. He looked out the broken glass of the window in the direction of the knew where his journey will begin. To the village of the hidden leaf.
Ok first chapter done! Please review and comment..PM me even.. i will try to update frequently as possible. I'll make sure to answer any questions in the next chapter..until next time!