The Ketsuryūgan; otherwise know as the Blood Dragon Eye. Only those of the Chinoike Clan can possess such visual prowess. Few individuals are capable of combating such a user let alone even encountering one with such potent eyes. At least, under normal circumstances this would remain truthful...
"Relon, hurry!" The sound of a woman's voice calls with haste.
A mother leading a child through a village, the sounds of anguish, agony, and destruction all around. Droplets in a mixture of blood and water showering the two as they run.
"Get down!" A male shouts for the woman to tackle the child as taken aback, he watches a dragon of water surge overhead exploding upon a group of people.
Widening at the sight, Relon is lifted back to his feet as another figure lands before them clearly panting.
"Are you two okay?!" A man asks in concern.
"Dear!" The woman gasps in joy embracing the man along with their child.
"Come on, we're near the exit!" He urges picking up Relon and taking his wife in hand departing towards the entrance/exit of their village."
"Why...?" Both look to their son's first soft-spoken words since the chaos issued. "Why is this happening...?"
Looking back forward grimly as the father notes of the numerous clansmen and women battle around them, he can only tighten his hold on his child and son respectively.
"Peace is something we all want but no one can agree on a single method towards achieving let alone maintaining such a goal." He speaks in a mixture of frustration and defeat.
"Peace...?" Relon murmurs for the three to reach a large arching gate with trees parting to both sides along with a dirt road indicating their destination.
"Good, no one has- GAK!" In a single moment, Relon feels his father's grip on him weaken sending both tumbling to the ground.
"Relon! Kalos! ACK!"
Feeling the mushy, wet, dirt cold to the touch, Relon slowly blinks away the dizziness as he turns around to widen in horror.
"I'm disappointed Kalos. You, the one who urged for peace the most out of the entire council, even myself, choosing to flee instead of fight." An elderly looking man states as water in the form of whips retract from Kalos' leg and the mother's abdomen.
"The Hidden Hot Water Village never wanted any of this! You know that!" The mother shouts clutching her injured wound as blood drips to the wet ground.
"The council's decisions were poor and would never lead our people to prosperity, Mé! Peace cannot be talked through! Actions must be taken! And today is that day!"
"So killing those that oppose including the children justifies such barbaric actions?!" Kalos snaps back clenching a fist.
"If we are to move forward, we must stand unified as one! If we cannot, we shall surely perish!"
"That's nothing but a poor delusion of fear!"
"Fear you say?! Look around, Kalos! We've been secluded from life for too long! Since the Warring States Period, we have had little to nothing and have struggled to get by since! A revolution is needed to prevail during such hardship!"
"This is only a hardship because you refused to be patient!" Mé retorts.
"You're too blinded by the past to see what is ahead of you!" Kalos adds, their eyes changing.
Their sclera becoming a scarlet color as red as blood, their irises becoming black, and their pupils shifting to a lilac bar-shape.
"So, you both believe you can stop me, do you? Hmpf!" The elder grunts with a frown, his eyes matching theirs. "Very well!" Puddles around the group begin to vibrate. "I'll do the same to you as I did your mother, my son!"
"Father!" Both men roar as water bursts from the puddles clashing.
"Why...?" Relon mutters in shock at the developed situation.
"Relon, you need to go, now!" His mother shouts placing herself in front of him.
"What about you and-"
"RELON!" She cuts off, her visage lessening back into her caring demeanor he has seen numerous times since being born. "You need to go." She murmurs handing over a necklace with a red gem and placing it around his neck.
"Your mothers right!" Kalos shouts. "We'll catch up as soon as we can!"
"But-" Tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes as he shakes his head.
"Relon, you need to go. And don't look back, no matter what." Her crestfallen smile subconsciously being etched into Relon's mind. "Go." She whispers.
Taking a single step back, Relon looks past her at the clashing liquid elements.
"Know this, my son, I'm proud of you. Always and forever!"
"Your words are meaningless, Kalos. You can spout them all you like together in the afterlife!" The elder snaps, the small puddles of blood striking both adults in their legs causing Kalos' attack to slowly dwindle.
"Relon, you said big boys don't cry, right?!" His mom hisses turning around assisting in pushing back the elder's attack with her own in the form of a water serpent.
"Relon...!"
"GO!"
Taking another step back, Relon holds back the tears as the image before him broadens. Choking on his words, he turns and runs with his eyes glue forward.
"Relon, we-" Halting her call, Mé bites her bottom lip turning her attention back forward to glare at her father-in-law.
"He knows, Mé." Kalos reassure focusing what power he can on holding their defense up. "He'll be fine. He's our son after all."
"I know. I just wish... we could have been a family for a little bit longer." She murmurs.
Jumping through some shrubbery, Relon trips skidding towards the ground. Panting, the ground erupts along with the sound of water splashing loudly. Turning around, he sees a mixture of an explosion of flames and water shoot high in the sky from the direction of his once home. Taking a single step, the words of his mother and father echoes in the back of his mind.
Feeling his vision begin to blur, Relon shakes his head sniffling. Looking along the familiar path his father has taken him on numerous times, he resumes his new trek. After what can only be hours, the terrain shifts from a moist mist to clear weather and dry land. The sunset's rays shining upon him as he takes his first steps outside of the woods. Up the road; a town.
Before he can take continue, the soft sounds of footsteps in slow-moving repetition sounds from further down the clear path. A girl around his age in tattered clothing with untamed hair and brown eyes. From the bruises and noticeable blood, it was obvious she wasn't in good condition either.
Reaching Relon, she stops to meet his gaze. Eyes full of emotions meets a pair full of emptiness. Neither say a word resulting in the girl turning her attention towards the town departing once again. Lingering on her for a moment, his eyes shift back to the forest and then to the path she came from.
Redirecting his gaze upon the town, he departs once again. A quiet town with few stalls along with an assortment of other knickknacks such as an inn and gift shop.
Looking around, he takes sight of a small restaurant with high seat lined up. This one particularly familiar to Relon. At the sight, his stomach rumbles. Moving closer, he hears the rumbling emit once more but not from his stomach. Furrowing his brows, he cautiously moves to the side of the restaurant. On the ground hugging their legs close to their chest lies the girl from earlier.
Hearing a second rumble come from the source being her, she tightens her legs closer to herself. Glancing at the shop and then her, he fades from the corner to reappear a moment later. Taking note of something blocking the sunset, the girl gives a glance to widen at the steaming bowl before her. Widening, she looks up to the figure handing her such a thing.
"Here." Extending his hand out more, she looks at his before taking it with caution. "Ramen."
"... Why?"
Taking a seat next to her, he breaks his chopsticks.
"Ramen is said to heal the soul. That's all." He answers before digging in.
Looking at him devour his noodles, the girl looks down at the delicious-looking meal in her hands. Droplets slowly pouring into the broth.
For the first time, albeit in a short time, Relon notes of life although only a little return to the young girl's eyes as she digs into her noodles.
Once done, the girl begins to speak for Relon to listen. A tale similar to his own. Suddenly put into chaos regarding the town she lived in, the girl was forced to watch her parents be killed before her eyes.
Seeing an opening, she took the life of the man that took her parents and villagers. Unspoken, she leans her head on his shoulder. Most likely the fatigue from such a hectic day finally taking its toll much like it has on him. Closing his eyes, it isn't long before the sunset is replaced by the night sky. The full moon visible in all its luminescent glory.
"Mmmmmmm, I'm exhausted." A womanly voice hums with a stretch for both to slowly stir from their slumber.
"That's understandable, Anko. We did just travel a long way for a rather simple task."
"Kurenai, the travel was too damn long and all for some simple peace stuff. I'm ready to get back but first, I need to get me some dango..." The woman halts her words along with her pace as does her companion.
Both children lock eyes with the two. The first with violet hair styled in a short, spiky, fanned-out ponytail wearing thin metal mesh to fit the lines of her body from neck to thigh. Over this a tan overcoat and a dark orange mini-skirt.
The other with black untamed hair reaching her upper back, red eyes and lipstick, and an attire consisting of a white thorny blouse.
"How tragic..." The red-eyed woman murmurs.
Biting the inside of her mouth, the spiky-haired woman turns looking in the direction of where the two were walking towards.
"Come on, Anko." The woman turns taking a few steps only to stop noticing her friend not move.
Glancing down, she takes note of her leg twitching. Something in which the black-haired woman has come to understand the trait of her feminine companion.
"Anko?"
"Kurenai..." She sighs. "Hear me out."
"No need. I'm behind you all the way." Kurenai gives a kind smile crossing her arms in anticipation. "As I'm sure Kushina and Mikoto will be the same."
"Damn, it's relieving having friends." Anko breathes under her breath crouching down before the two. "Hi."
"... Who are you?" Relon asks after a moment of hesitancy.
"Anko. Anko Mitarashi." She introduced before pointing a thumb behind her. "And that's my buddy Kurenai. What about you two? What are your names?"
Blinking for a moment at the oddity, Relon looks to his ramen associate who's gazing back at him. Seeing what could be a guess of understanding, the girl speaks.
"... Tayuya. Just... Tayuya." She introduces in a low manner.
"Tayuya, huh? Nice name." Anko smiles warmly.
"It's lovely." Kurenai adds.
"And you?" Anko redirects back to the boy.
"... Relon. Just... Relon." A tinge of sadness at his answer, likely similar to Tayuya's.
"Well then, Relon and Tayuya, how would you two like to come back home with us?"
