Kenji was an unwanted child, born the bastard son to a local land in the land of fire to a common whore. As you can imagine there was not much joy to go around in kenjis life, living in the stables of the brothel his mother worked in. Forced to work and slave away for the owner of the brothel from the age he was 6.
For the next 14 years of his life Kenjis resentment and anger for his master, his mother, and his father grow exponentially with each passing day, intel one day he discovered something that could free him from his bondage and help him live life the way he wanted to life it.
Kenji had discovered something great, something powerful, something godlike. On a particularly tough, grueling, and hate filled day of work, Kenji takes one of the very few brakes he is allowed and finds his destiny. Sitting tensely on an over turn bucket, seething with rage and hatred, glares at the tree in front of him like he's trying to burn a hole through it.
He thinks back on his day, reflects on the cruelty of his master, the coldness of his mother, the complete absence of his father, and worst of all, the looks of pity from the customers. To Kenjis surprise a small make appears on the tree, like someone had scored it lightly with a dagger. Kenji was mostly surprised that he had not noticed before now, he had been glaring at the tree for quite a while after all.
Kenji gets up and examines the cut, it was far too clean of a cut to be from a blade though. It looked like the tree just decided to be cut, so it made it happen. He looked at the tree a while longer before he tried something, he glared at the tree once again, thinking of all the things he hated in this world. Then the tree was cut again but this time Kenji didn't stop, he kept focusing on his hatred and before long the tree was littered with perfectly clean cuts.
This time in the woods was not the last time Kenji practiced the new found technique, over the next year he practiced during every second of free time, which wasn't much. Finally after a long grueling year of work and practice he'd done it he'd chopped down a tree with a single thought. It was finally time, time for him to free himself, time for him to take his revenge, time for him take his first life, first but not, he knows, his last.
Kenji walks down the hallway with more confidence and selfishness than he'd ever felt before, he would take his mother's life first. It was late in the night, Kenjis mother was getting on in her years and thus wasn't to popular with the clientele. It was perfect, she was all alone, Kenji would have all the time in the world to properly torture his mother, to give back all that he was given in the last 21 years of his life.
Kenji put his palm on the crack on the side of the door and cleaved into it, slicing through the bolt keeping the door locked. Kenji strode into the room like he owned the place and shutting the door behind him with a gleeful smile on his face, perhaps the first smile to grace his face In his entire life.
Kenjis mother was kind to him in the first few years of his life, when she thought that his father gave a damn about her or their son. His mother thought he was her ticket out of the slums and into the house of a noble lord, a better life.
When she found out that he didn't even remember her name one day, she stopped giving a damn about him, the last thing she said to him was that she regretted not scrapping him from her womb before she gave birth. Even since then she treated him as any other stranger, Kenji loved his mother and always would. But the woman he killed and tortured that night was not her, she was not his loving and warm mother, she was just like every other stranger.
Kenji thought about this while he was dismembering the cow of a man that was his former "boss", slave master would be a more accurate distinction. He had killed his "mother" about a half hour ago, she had no friends or customers so no one would find her mutilated body for quite some time.
He had already cut off his former masters fingers and fed them to him. He would be screaming bloody murder if Kenji hadn't cut out his tongue already, he hummed a tone as he directed his fingers to his former masters eyes.
Kenji continued to hum that same tone as he walked away from the now burning brothel, he made sure to lock everyone in there rooms before setting the place of his captivity and torture a blaze.
Kenji thought about his power and all he knew about as he made his way toward his father's residence. In short his power allowed him to shape and change the world around him. How much he could change the world to his whims was dependent on his emotions, what emotion and how much he feels of that emotion changed the effect and potency of whatever he wanted to do. He could do anything while feeling any emotion, in theory, but it was much easier to do certain things while feeling certain emotions.
For example it was much earlier to destroy while feeling hate, just as it was earlier to heal when feeling joy. One of the most promising aspects of his power was that the effect on the world grew the more in tune and experienced he was with a certain emotion. That was how he discovered his power in the first place, he has felt anger and hate for nearly his whole life after all.
There was also things Kenji could do without feeling any specific emotion, like improve his physical stats. Since he could use his body to do anything he wanted, whether that was to destroy or persevere, it did not rule on a certain emotion.Kenjis humming dims and then dies out as he reflects on the murder of his former master. It didn't feel as good or satisfying as the murder of his mother, after thinking on it some more he desires that the killing lost some of its appeal after the first. Don't get him wrong it still felt great, just not on the same level.
Kenjis thoughts and reflection's were interrupted by one of his father's guards calling out for him to stop, it seems he'd reached his father's home.
Kenji launches himself at the guard, willing his feet to move faster than they should be able to with his emotions. Unsheathed his sword and cut Kenji from shoulder to hip, luckily for Kenji and unlucky for the guard, the cut was shallow.
Kenji slashed the guard on it on the under side of his elbow where his plate armor was weakest. With his sword arm now ineffective the guard tried to switch hands but was too slow, Kenji had already ripped out his throat with his bare hands.
Kenji winced in pain at the slash across his chest, he'd underestimated his opponent, he'd gotten use to killing brothel woman with kitchen knife's, not trained and armed guards. Kenji uses the pain to fuel the healing of the injury, the healing was sloppy, a beginners attempt.
But it would do for now, he would have to detract some time to learning human anatomy so he could heal himself better. Luckily, Kenji would have no small number of study material after tonight.
Kenji continued through the gates encouraging two more guards, Kenji was more cautious of these two and kept his distance, picking away at them for a distance. Entering through the front door, Kenji encountered a maid, smiling at her, he approaches.
The maid, after seeing the blood covered Kenji, quickly turned and ran as fast as she could while screaming for help. Kenji let her go for a moment before launching a slice at her, cutting through the back of both her knees but no going all the way through. She topples to the ground while screaming even louder, Kenjis smile grows even more as the house guards and servants approach.
Haruto was terrified as he barricaded his door. He winced as another scream ripped through the house. He'd been awakened by them and he'd been hearing them nonstop ever since. His first instinct was to lookout the window and what he saw put the fear of Kami into him.
Body's littered the ground leading to and from his home, some looked to have been running before being cut down. Haruto wondered briefly if the intruder, or intruders, were shinobi, he wasn't the most popular figure in the eyes of the people.
Perhaps one of them went to one of the shinobi villages and put in a request for his head. Soon after the thought appeared it was dismissed by Haruto, shinobi were much more stealthy than this, if one of them wanted him dead he would be before he saw them.
Haruto had finish the pile of furniture that he called a barricade and went to arm himself. There was a descriptive katana above his fire place the still held an edge.
"It's better than nothing." he muttered to himself as he acquired and unsheathed it. The young girl that was warming his bed that night looked at him with a terrified but hopeful look on her face. Haruto adopted a sloppy imagination of a battle stance, he'd never put in the time to learn the sword or any other kind of weapon. He was very much regretting that decision at the moment.
Harutos sweating intensified, the screaming that he'd grown accustomed to had stopped. The door handled twisted and pushed in, only to be stopped by the make shift barricade. Haruto and his mistress both inhaled sharply as this happened. Haruto tensed up his stance, preparing to do battle.
There was a long moment where no notice was heard from the other side of the door, both occupants of the bedchamber growing more and more tense by the second. Suddenly they heard the shattering of glass, they both turned to see the decapitated head of a man; Presumably of guards men, judging by his armor.
Harutos mistress began to scream her lungs out, while Haruto rushed to the window. This proved to be a bad move as moments later another man appeared in the window, this one was, decidedly, more alive than the one before him.
Haruto tried to raise his sword in defense but was to slow, he was kicked squarely in the chest, launching him back toward the door. Haruto got up as fast as he could, which wasn't very, to see the man had entered the room fully and was walking his way.
Haruto swung his sword at the man only for its razor sharp edge to be slapped away like a child's toy. The man hit Harutos sword so hard Haruto lost his grip on it, now weapon less Haruto took to begging.
Hana's night was not going the way she thought it would. she'd been gaining the favor of the local lord for quite some time now and had finally wormed her way into his bed and hopefully a better life.
After an afternoon of light drinking for her and heavy drinking for him they'd finally heard to bed. Then, after a night of the worst sex of her life, they'd been awakened to the sound of bloody murder.
That was how she found herself in this situation; Hanzo kneeling on the ground, begging for his life and promising the mysterious and blood cover man wealth beyond his wildest dreams. If only he spared his life that is.
Hana tried to make herself look as small and inconspicuous as possible, it'd been a mistake to scream so loudly. To her misfortune it did not work.
"You stay right there." The blood covered man said to her. She was glad the he would at least spar her for now.
Hana spends the next half hour watching her one way ticket to a better life be brutalized, it was obvious that the killer had something against the man. Once the he was finished with his work, work he found very enjoyable, he turned to her.
Hana was very pretty for a common villager and her mother knew it, so she'd taught her from the moment she could read how to get on the go side of powerful men and how to sleep her way to the top.
So is it such a surprise that when faced with the most powerful man she'd ever seen she falls back on her earliest lessons and tries to sleep her way out of this conversation. Throwing the sheets off of her, she spreads her legs and then her low lips with two fingers. Looking suggestively at the man, she is pleased with the man's lustful gaze and his obvious approval.
Kenji walked away from the town that was the location of all his worse experiences and the people that were the cause of all his bad memories. He'd enjoyed the feeling of destroying the town and killing its people. Especially the woman, it was hilarious to see the look on her face after he toke what she was offering and then killed her anyway.
It was like a fog was lifted from his mind, he was finally free, he could finally make his own decision. It was like he was born into this world, like he was finally a person, not a tool to be used by others and then discarded.
He vowed to himself that from that day forward he would only live for himself and truly be free; That he would eat when he wants to eat, kill when he wants to kill, and to play with what amused him.
Kenji sighs in pure delight as he imagines all the delights that await him in his future.
