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Midori Terumi
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The Winter's Blues Empty The Winter's Blues

Wed Sep 18, 2024 3:23 am
How long have I been locked away inside of this cell?


He thought to himself absentmindedly as he watched the light above sway lightly to the left and right. A crime that saved a life, but took on in the process. The deed that severed him from his family and left him a prisoner of his own machinations. Equipped with only three books that he has read front to back dozens of times, the clothes on his back and the sheets he sleeps on every night. How long has it been? He looked to the right of his cell that had the chiseled lines to count for the days. 91 marks littered the wall as he moved over in silence and added another. 92. Ninety-two days since the incident that took him from Shinobi to prisoner. Stepping back he would look at the marks, meticulously made in order and without a stray in their making. Perfect and refined like everything else in the cell. His jet black hair covered his eyes but he could see through it perfectly, the guards making their rounds and dropping off food for the convicts. Most knew he did not really belong in this place, this prison, but it was his choice. Hs atonement for his actions against his family. Exhaling, Midori would sit down on the bed bringing his legs up to his chest as he grabbed a book, The art of Subterfuge and War by an unknown author. He started from the front of the book, turning its pages idly as he murmured to himself the words.

Minutes turned into hours as he continued to silently turn the pages, taking in the intrinsic layouts and maps made in each dedicated page as if he had been in the battles himself. Each phrase and saying giving meaning to battle and how one can improve through loss and battle. A lesson he had still been learning at this moment, but a small smile did appear on his face through the darkness as he turned the page and continued reading. For a moment, he had heard a guard stop to deliver his food for the day, dropping it off and leaving without saying a word. Most knew that he was a quiet one. In the time he had been here, there had been no reports of misbehavior and he always stayed to himself. Even the other current inmates did not attempt to bother him either.

He waited a moment until the guard had left the area. Standing up slowly from the bed he would move quickly to grab the tray and sit back on the bed eating with his left expertly while leafing through the book with his right hand. Today he figured there would be no visitors or anyone to strike up a conversation with him. Being alone was perfect for him... but today would probably change that. Even Midori yearned for the cold touch of the wind upon his warm face and to feel the snow of the world once more. There had been rumors that Satoru, their Kage had left but someone else on the wind had taken the mantle. Whoever it was he would have to meet them at some point, but not until his sentence had been served. Not until he felt as if he had finally....atoned.


557 WC
Sakaiza
Sakaiza
Hyogakage
Hyogakage
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Legendary Equipment : Bashosen
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Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Hyogagakure
Ryo : 122000

The Winter's Blues Empty Re: The Winter's Blues

Wed Sep 18, 2024 8:32 am
While You Read:

Since returning to Hyogagakure and being admit through its illustrious gates by Tommy Sinns, the Wretched was immediately expected to report to the palace. The first order of business would be officially adopting Sakaiza as the new Hyogakage since Satoru's decree had been delivered. Still though the public and most of the shinobi force were unaware of this regime change, which was wise so that uprisings would be prevented in his absence from the village. But now that the Wretched man stood within the inner chambers of the palace, he had been subject to the short proceedings which officially recognized him as the new village leader. And so this news was allowed to be conveyed first to the village's shinobi forces, who were nevertheless advised to treat it as confidential. In the same meetings, Sakaiza was briefed on the happenings that transpired between the regime changes. Though most were accords of comers and goers to the village, the status of major constructions, and affairs in the Land of Rice, one of which struck Kai as particularly alarming. 

There had been a recent prisoner, a genin of Hyogagakure, which was remarkably odd. Most typically the shinobi force of the Land of Snow was disciplined, adhering to any and all laws etched into the village's code. But this shinobi in particular, which the incident report identified as Midori Terumi, had a rather unique case. The report was not very descriptive, as the eye witness statement suggested a struggle between Midori and his father, which resulted in the latter's death. His father was of recognizable status through Hyogagakure, being among the first abled bodied men to join the village since Satoru erected it. And so his murder, had taken civilians and shinobi alike by shock, especially once his own son had been suggested as the killer. Motives, alibis, and statements were not included in the report however, but there was indication that Midori had now been imprisoned for just around three months. Given the severity of the crime, and the fact that a village shinobi was the perpetrator the matter was quite urgent. And so, the Wretched man tasked himself with investigating it himself.

The tail of the cloak fastened to his Ghost Coldblooded Commander set danced in the breeze behind him, as Sakaiza set out from the Royal Palace. Although the walk from the Royal Palace to the prison was short, it was predominantly occupied by thoughts which the masked man had on the situation so far. He was unsure what exactly would drive a teenager to murdering his father, but it was a crime nonetheless. The elevated platform which the palace sat upon offered Sakaiza a view he had not seen in over a year. He was able to glance upon the growth the village had, while simultaneously taking in the elegance of the ice carved features of the land. Something a prisoner native to the Land of Snow would undoubtedly long for. Perhaps it could be a bargaining chip when speaking with this Terumi.

The pathway would lead Sakaiza East from the palace and subsequently North and into the threshold of the military's base of operations. Once inside, his status was immediately recognized by the authoritative figures inside, and they'd greet him with a salute of respect. 

"I am here to speak with a prisoner, Midori."

The figure in charge would nod, and motion Sakaiza to follow him. The pair would proceed towards the rear of the building which was concluded with a single door. To the right of it was a fuinjutsu seal, which the officer would place his hand upon and it would glow a vibrant blue. An audible unlatch of the door would occur, which would place the men in a stairwell. In its entirety it descended downwards 20 floors, where each of the floors was representative of a different layer dedicated to specific military operations. The first ten floors spanned the entire height of the raised platform which overlooked the village, with the tenth being at the village's ground level. The subsequent 10 floors were beneath the surface of the earth. At the fifthteenth floor, there was another door with a fuinjutsu seal adjacent to it. The guard placed his hand upon it once more, and it led the men down a 150 long meter hallway South which ultimately met another door and fuinjutsu seal. Repeating the process, the door would open and the men would now be standing within the underground prison, situated 200 meters below the village's epicenter. 

Having escorted Sakaiza this far, the guard would depart and return to his post. And the warden of the prisoner would inquire about Sakaiza's purpose here. He'd repeat his motives of speaking with Midori, which the warden would raise an eyebrow to, but would nevertheless assign a prison guard to escort Sakaiza to a meeting room. Another guard would be instructed to retrieve Midori from his cell, bind his hands, and walk him to the meeting room.

At this point, Sakaiza stood waited in the 5 x 10 meter meeting room. Equipped in his midnight black ghost armor, his horned mask to maintain anonymity, and all of his relevant weapons. His chakra signature bled an essence of Yuumei, a sorrow filled past, but was immensely dense as a testament of his hardened life. And his demeanor was rigid, unwavering, and exuded confidence and authority.

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The Winter's Blues Empty Re: The Winter's Blues

Wed Sep 18, 2024 10:29 pm
The silence was somewhat calming to him as he continued to flip through the book, his food finished at this point and his left hand returning to the back of the book to give it support once more. As he continued to read he could hear the clinking of keys against someone's side. The cadence in someone's steps as they continued onward. He counted each step meticulously as he wagered it was the guard to come back for the tray or someone had been coming to retrieve him. It took roughly 3,672 steps, give or take, to arrive to his particular cell. He continued to count until getting to 3,671 and paused as he chuckled lowly to himself and smiled," Looks like I was off by one number. I'll have to remember that for later," his eyes never left the pages of the book. He continued to read until he heard the cage of his rattle and shake as if someone was opening it and once it clattered open, he could hear the guard step in. Looking over the book, he would peer through the locks of his hair at the guard who had reached for his binding tools and instructed Midori to stand. A couple of scenarios had ran through his mind and he was not going to bother asking the Guard which of them it was. Standing up, he would place the finished book onto the bed neatly, and hold his hands to the front in a cooperative manner. He was not going to fight whatever had been going on here was either important or he was about to be released, but his sentence was yet to be up. Many more ideas popped into his head as he walked forward, head low but high enough to where he could see through his hair. He walked in silence allowing the cadence of his footsteps mixed in with the guards to fill the crevices in his mind while he continued to think of the possible reasons why he was brought out of his cell. He did not have anyone to come visit him, and even if he did he would refuses them. The guard made no mention as to why he was being brought up so that added to the allure of the reason.'

For some time the two walked until he found himself standing outside of a room unknown to him at least. He had never seen it during his stay here and that's probably because he rarely left his cell outside of showering and the small amounts of walking he did during recess. He took in the dimensions of the room, muttering to himself the shapes and curvatures that went into it before he was lead into it by the guard. When the door opened he could catch a glimpse of a man inside, what he assumed was a man based on their build and stature. As he was walked in and past them he took notice of the armor, the mask, and weapons and figured him to be a shinobi of the village which could have meant plenty of things, but assumptions were never his forte. As he was sat down parallel to Sakaiza, he placed his hands upon the table, a universal sign of respect and even then there was not much he could do to the male even if his hands were unbound. He sat up straight and continued to observe the male through the bangs of his hair. The way the mask had been made was unique, he had never seen anything like it and he admired the craftsmanship that went into it. The armor was also nicely made, and while he did not use weapons one could always note key craftsman ship without seeing the blade itself. His eyes would return back to the masked individual as he cleared his throat slightly and finally after a few moments of silence he would speak," I take it you aren't here for an autograph and since I never have visitors i'm not sure we know one another. So forgive my rudeness but what is it I can do for you? Judging by appearance, you may be someone higher up. That armor is expertly crafted and not like anything a genin like m-," he cut himself short as he corrected himself and continued," a genin would be seen wearing. Just based on how you stand and carry yourself you are someone strong, far stronger than i. Silence speaks volumes but you seem as if you can fill several libraries," this just showed his observant nature even when placed in a position of the unknown.

Bringing his hands together he would take in a deep breathe as he figured it out, at least partially," Given the variables available to me you must be here to speak on why I am in here...and why I did it aren't you?," he would raise his head to where at least presumably one could tell he was looking directly at them even if his eyes were hidden. The amber eyed male often questioned the motive of others, it was just something he used to gauge and learn about them. Something told him however this interaction would not be the same as the others and perhaps he would be thrown for a loop. Only time would tell.

900 WC
Sakaiza
Sakaiza
Hyogakage
Hyogakage
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Legendary Equipment : Bashosen
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Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Hyogagakure
Ryo : 122000

The Winter's Blues Empty Re: The Winter's Blues

Thu Sep 19, 2024 2:38 pm
As Sakaiza waited in the room, his passive chakra sensory would detect Midori approaching once he reached 10 meters of where the Hyogakage stood. Though it did not inform Kai of anything discernible, all that he could make out was its essence was rather calm. And his demeanor seemed to match, suggested by Midori's tranquility and observant nature. It was rather uncharacteristic of most connotations associated with prisoners, as generally the presumption was that they were rebellious and failed to face the truth. But this teenager conducted himself maturely, as if he accepted the consequences of his actions and was prepared to serve his sentence. Something that Kai respected, no matter how heinous the crime was. This was how a soldier carried himself. And as the Terumi sat in the chair at the table in the middle of the room, positioning his across from Sakaiza, he placed his hands in front of him. Sakaiza's eyebrow, behind the cover of his mask, would raise. He was relatively well versed in the study of human body language, and attributed this posture to one of someone willing to be honest. Though it could be a bluff. And so Sakaiza's posture remained unchanged, as rigid as his guard. And he'd simultaneously stay silent, as Midori sought to speak first.

The Wretched paid close attention to Midori's dissertation, and not just what he said, but how he spoke. He didn't initiate the conversation with an introduction, though instead he began with a comical statement as if he took his imprisoned state and crime all too lightly. This was disgusting to the Second, but he would not let it show overtly. It seemed Midori was more interested in understanding Sakaiza's purpose. And he was rather talkative. Almost if each thought which came to his mind was instantly relayed to his tongue, as he transitioned from inquiring on Sakaiza's purpose in visiting him to breaking down his own assumptions of who Sakaiza was. This segued into Midori drawing conclusions about Kai's own capabilities. Still, Sakaiza remained quiet and his posture unchanged, letting the silence ensue within the small room. Then once more Midori pressed on further, speculating on what question Sakaiza just might ask.

Sakaiza stayed taciturn, looking the teenager over before raising his arms to his chest and folding them sternly across it. Although he was quite empathetic, charismatic, and humorous now was not the time to display such traits. Now, he was tasked with being a leader. And as a leader it was vital to ensure his soldier's never wavered from their own nor Hyogagakure's code of ethics. And murder was unacceptable. Thus the Second's patience was already wearing thin, within only moments of knowing this Midori.

His voice would break the silence of the room with bravado, sharp as the winter's wind which any free man in Hyogagakure was currently subject to.

"Is this amusing to you, Midori?" 

His words were cold as they cut through the air. This was indicative that he would not be moved by the boy's observation or flattered by his pleasantries regarding Kai's appearance. The rhetoric question was quickly followed by Sakaiza again, before giving the Terumi a chance to respond.

"Think on where you were three months ago, and look at where you sit now. Shackled. Deprived. Stagnant. Do you think it's wise to make light of the situation?"

His tone allowed for no misinterpretation, as clearly he was not interested in befriending the insubordinate solider which sat before him. His posture would subtly shift, not as a sign of irritation, but as a reflection of him redirecting the conversation to impose onto Midori just who was steering.

He would give the teenager just one opportunity to answer the following question, and for Midori's sake, it better be good.

"What is expectation for a shinobi of Hyogagakure?"

Sakaiza hoped that Midori's keen deduction served him well. For the Wretched was more concerned with why Midori, despite the situation, allowed himself to break the laws of the village. Actions of the sort exhibited a lack of discipline, weakness, and no rigidity. They were unbefitting of a soldier...of someone whose temperament was as calm as the teenager sitting before him.

+2 Yuumei Stacks; 4 Total
WC = 700. TWC = 1598
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The Winter's Blues Empty Re: The Winter's Blues

Thu Sep 19, 2024 8:49 pm
What was this feeling he had been picking up from the male across from him?

Such a hard one to read when you can't see the facial expressions that come with listening and taking information and yet he did not know. There was a furrow of his brows underneath the hair that covered his eyes and he would have his answer as soon as the masked male across from him spoke. It was only at this moment that he knew the feeling now. Disappointment. What was it that Midori had said to garner such a response? He thought about it in the moment the air had been silent for a moment, processing each of his words for any hint of disrespect or light of the situation. Nothing, in his mind at least, came across as rude but when he thought about the way the male had asked the question it had dawned on him. For a moment he tucked his lip in for a moment, an expression between a mix of a smile and a frown as he clasped his hands together and placed them onto the table as he let out a small exhale. When Sakaiza was finished and left him with an imposing, but easy question to answer his hands slowly unfurled from one another as he looked at them in contemplation.

He would move his hands up toward his hair, removing the bangs from his face as his eyes were finally out for all to reveal a set of amber eyes that slowly turned green. The male took a moment to assess Sakaiza's body language but he figured that he was not questioning out of philosophy but to see what Midori, presumably knew. Taking in a deep breathe he would finally begin to speak holding up three fingers as he did," If you'll allow i'll answer the three questions you have posed to me even if the first sounded a bit rhetorical. For the first, many in here find themselves in here for crimes, both petty and serious. From theft all the way to murder, what I am also in here for. I meant no offense with my first statement, it was meant to break the ice in an otherwise tense situation. I know nothing of your sir, so if my words have offended or cause slight I am honestly sorry. I do not think this is amusing. If anything I think this is...abstract. Wrong. But was necessary. I'll explain what I mean by that in just a moment," taking one finger down he would leave two up as he took in another breathe and began again.

" Three months ago I was free. With what I had as a family and on the way of trying to make myself something great in this village. Three months ago I had a family. Now? I have only the clothes on my back, the knowledge within my brain and the stigma of patricide. A situation I would never make light of I assure you. If I could go back and change the cause that created the ripple effect that lead me to this point, here with you and in prison? I would. I hate that I... I hate what I have been labeled and become. I won't presume you see me in any light other than dishonorable for my deeds."

The second finger would drop only leaving his index finger in the air," Your last question. We were taught in the academy that we are the pillars of the village, tasked with protecting its people and its interests. To make sound decisions when enacting anything that would either bring glory or harm to the village. Yet, I have gone against those interests by killing my father, a shinobi of this village. But allow me to ask you a question. If in my position, when the man you've known who gained merits and standing with only his words and skills, someone who while did not have an innate bloodline was as strong as the blizzards that grace our lands suddenly snapped....and his family was in the line of fire. Would you have ran and gotten help? Thrown yourself into the fire to protect the only family you have and by extension an interest of the village? Or allow him to rampage and end your family? I will never say what I did was right...nor will I ever come to accept the bloodstained name I have now...but i did what i thought was best for my family....for my home and for my village. They say in war soldiers have to make impossible, split second decisions but what i did... Even i don't know if it was right, but i did it," bringing his hands back together, his eyes never left Sakaiza as he spoke not intent on watching his body language but instead giving the respect that was given.

After a moment, Midori leaned back into the chair and looked toward the sword silently before looking back to its owner before speaking," Of all of the people I have listened to and seen in here, most of them are never remorseful for what they have done. They bask in it and wear as a trophy... You said earlier that I was shackled but I don't necessarily agree not in a physical sense," raising his hands he would jangle the restraints and continue," This? Is not the shackles that I wear. The only thing that shackles me...is this," and he would then point to his heart. His emotions. The feeling of seeing his fathers life drain from his eyes as he came back to, smiling and telling his son thank you before passing into the pure world. The tinges of red that stained the hands of the genin.

971 WC 2428 TWC
Sakaiza
Sakaiza
Hyogakage
Hyogakage
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Village : Hyogagakure
Ryo : 122000

The Winter's Blues Empty Re: The Winter's Blues

Fri Sep 20, 2024 9:51 am
Sakaiza could tell that he questions he had asked Midori made the teenager stop, and think further before responding. The expression upon his face appeared conflicting, potentially a glimpse at the duality of Midori's seemingly remorseful yet necessary motive. This came with the movement of his hands again,  as his fingers interlocked and rested upon the table. To Sakaiza, this type of body language was either a product of the tension in the air or Midori's attempt to compose himself before responding. In either case, it was somewhat of a grounding mechanism which lasted only long enough for the boy to display three fingers, coupled with a deep breathe. He was requesting to answer the questions which Kai inquired on. The Wretched would neither budge nor speak up, indicative that he would listen to whatever explanation that Midori offered. And while the Terumi spoke,  Kai's arms remained tucked beneath the well of his pits, suggesting that he was still approaching the situation in an unyielding manner.

At this point, Kai's patience was around two thirds of what it would typically be. But he wanted to give the boy a chance.

The first response garnered an eye roll from Sakaiza, as the first half of it was Midori seemed to think it wise to make light of the situation with a poorly worded introduction in an attempt to kickstart the conversation. Wasn't he aware that first impressions were everything? Or the implications of an "autograph" would imply Sakaiza, or anyone for that matter, was proud of the teenager's heinous crimes? In response to this first clause, Kai's head lowered by a few degrees in frustration, somewhat intensifying his gaze. "Wrong" his thought echoed to himself shortly after Midori said it aloud, as he would have been much more receptive to Midori simply not responding to the rhetorical at all.

One of Midori's three fingers would drop, as well as a third of Sakaiza's remaining patience. Leaving his cup a third of the way full.

Now Midori would explain his life prior to his arrest. The tone in his voice seemed to reflect fondly upon his previous status, albeit it was short lived. The subject matter swiftly transitioned into the murder of his father, likely just as quickly as the pace of the events which ensued at the time of the murder. Kai knew the feeling of killing all too well, and he could easily recollect how the moments just before and the moment of only felt like a split second.  This was likely what Midori faced, before being jailed shortly after. And the teenager's tone seemed to regress into one of regret. The Wretched's empathetic nature did feel some sorrow for Midori, as he too know what it was like to lose everything. And the Terumi's next finger dropped, a deeper window into this pain was painted. Midori seemed to suggest that his father had suddenly maddened and thrashed against his family, of which Midori was their savior. He in turn posed a question to Sakaiza wondering what he would have done, but the Hyogakage would not answer. Although he now better appreciated the Terumi's perspective, Kai's actions were his own, and his family was long gone. All he had now was Hyogagakure and its people. Those were his family. And he would not tolerate the murder of any, especially if the culprit was one of their own.

His posture remained stiff, but he was pleased with the self reflection that Midori displayed. Thus his patience had been restored back to up two thirds of its typical levels. He'd unnoticeably relax his posture, simply with a slight relinquish of the pressure in which his tucked fists were balled. And at the same time, Midori leaned backwards. Given the subject matter, this seemed less related to Midori being relaxed of comfortable. It seemed more apparent that this was a response of letting all which he had been thinking of over the last three months out of his head. Almost as if the burden of replaying the events was slightly alleviated, causing his previously tense posture to quell. He'd conclude his answers with a digression regarding how other prisoners acted, which Kai cared nothing of. The other prisoners were not his shinobi. But what was resonating was that he was more so a prisoner to his feelings, rather than the bondage of his holding cell and shackles. Touching. At least at this point, the real Midori was speaking, rather than the clown mentioning an autograph.

Once Midori's explanation had concluded, the room fell silent with the gravity of the situation.

"I am not here to tell you whether murdering your father to save your family is morally right or wrong. That is your own burden, and you must bear it. But Midori," Sakaiza would pause, "You lack discipline."

His tone was heavy, as his words echoed through the room.

"As Hyogakage, I cannot allow my soldiers to commit homicide on our own people. Especially as with more discipline and control, the subject may have been apprehended. But instead you sit before me, fatherless. Even if your intentions were pure, you are forever to live without further guidance from the man who raised you. Think of all the times where you in your adolescence demanded his discipline, restraint, and de-escalation. That is what he needed from you. That is what Hyogagakure needs of its soldiers."

He'd walk along the table, to the side perpendicular to Midori and adjacent to the entrance of the room. Propping himself against the wall, Kai would sigh. His positioning was angled so that he had clear visibility to Midori's face, with clean reach and access to his hands which laid together upon the table.

"You lack conviction." Lowering his hands to his side, and placing his dominant one upon the neck of his katana's hilt while the left rested on its scabbard.

"Not in the sense of protecting those you care of and your beliefs. That at least is admirable, from man to man. But the conviction of a higher standard. If I cannot rely on my shinobi to handle situations with precision and produce optimal outcomes, I cannot rely on them. You have terrified civilians and have demonstrated that our soldiers can operate outside the law."

"I mourn for you and your loss. And I relate to it. But that bears no weight. From you, I expect discipline. Conviction. Adaptability. Growth. Precision."


His last three words, foreshadowed what was to come.

"Rotting in this prison will do neither you nor I any good. Nor will any outside of this room learn from it."

Exhaling, his katana would rifle from its scabbard in an overhead arch. It sang a melancholy tune, filled with agony and despair as it eventually would plunge downwards. His standing positioning would aid in the movement as a sudden flick in the wrist would deviate the blade from its path, which initially appeared to dismember the Terumi's hand. However with the aforementioned change, the tip of the katana's trajectory would change. Instead it would cleanly slash Midori's face, producing a long diagonal slash across it which would not damage the functionality of his eyes, lips, or nose. And in the same downward motion the blade would then collide with the connecting chains between the shackles upon Midori's wrists. They would break, freeing the teenager's hands in turn.

"The loss of your father is punishment enough. The village will see you walk as a free, yet broken man. And this scar upon your face, will serve as a constant reminder to you of a fraction of what your father felt when his life was ended. It will serve as a reminder of mercy for the deserving. Although it will be hidden by your Reikonmen, it is a brand now a part of you. That brand, is what I task you to learn from. Learn how to challenge yourself to be better equipped to use your ability in a manner which uplifts our home."

His words hung like the icicles suspended outside each and every building of the Land of Snow. And with the conclusion of his words, his blade would swiftly return to its place of residence. Kai, would remain standing in place, in anticipation of however Midori would respond or act in turn.

+2 Yuumei Stacks; 6 Total
WC = 1388. TWC = 2986

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The Winter's Blues Empty Re: The Winter's Blues

Fri Sep 20, 2024 11:19 am
The next few words of Sakaiza were not the ones he perhaps thought he would hear. They echoed in his mind as he blinked in disbelief or perhaps taken aback by shock perhaps. All he had known was a calm demeanor and temper. He rarely had shown his true emotions only going by a cool head and a tempered thought process like an efficient machine. Maybe this had been his flaw, the chink in his armor. Discipline. What he lacked. The words still confused the male as he pondered them, but what would take him back the most was that he was in the presence of none other than his Kage. His eyes, which through the entire conversation had remain the same widened for a moment as he finally saw the situation for what it was. Too many variables had been at play and because he did not look for the missing parts they flew over his head but now....it made sense. He had been outplayed in the sense that he was unable to see the importance of the questions he had been asked. The weight each one had carried and even then how each one would play out the turn of events. His first impression to his Kage had been, lackluster, for a lack of a better word. Had he known....well hindsight is always 20-20 in most cases, and in this case it was. He could not dwell upon that now as his full focus came back onto Sakaiza and his words. His father had been the cornerstone of his growth. Where he would fall, his mother would coddle him and pick him up. His father would come and instill the lesson and the tools to never do it again. And if he did, he would be able to apply those lessons to the situation. Now...he had neither. One situation took both parts from him and now he walked a path unknown. No longer did he have... Damn.

He was right in the end.

For a moment his head dropped and in that moment he was unable to see Sakaiza, but could still hear his words echoing thick in the air. Blinking for a moment he lingered on a few more of the words before looking to see the male in front of the door. An odd notion, at least for Midori. He was not going to try to escape. He would have been foolish to even think he could make it for the door before being cut down and even then....if there was a 0.001 percent chance he could get past the male his fate was already sealed. At last he was finally puzzled as he tried to figure out what he just meant. It was cryptic enough to make Midori dive into it, but it had distracted him long enough to not be able to see the next moment in time. The moment he thought he had blinked he could see the bindings on his hands become like paper Mache and a warm feeling upon his face. What hit him first was not the realization, but the trickling of blood that hit the table. He blinked for a moment as the sanguine fluid filled his sight in his left eye before the stinging of his flesh came soon after. He winced. And for a moment he was about to let out a cry for pain, but instead he took in a deep breath and used his right thumb to wipe some of the blood from his vision. Silence would befall upon the male for a moment as he could only just sit there and ponder on the words and actions that just occurred. Nothing more. Nothing less. A lesson. He had learned a lesson. This scar, the brand, would be his new mission. To learn from it and grow. As the blood continued he brought his thumb up once more to leaf the blood from his sight as he stood up, this time in anticipation of what was to come.

"I've sat here for a long time...and for the first this is...the most I have been perplexed and yet," there was a pause as he lightly chuckled and looked at his hands which were now free," There is a light, however small it may be, and I will follow it. You've given me the tool. I will relearn how to fish. I will not let you down," it was a new day. Whatever would come from this...Midori knew it was his only chance at redemption. His only change to...finally make things right.

765 WC 3193 TWC
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The Winter's Blues Empty Re: The Winter's Blues

Mon Sep 23, 2024 7:24 am
Sakaiza's words touched Midori's heart as sharply as his blade touched his face. In the process, a sputter of blood splattered across the table from the initial slice. Its pool expanded by the constant dripping from Midori's exposed face, and as it grew in size so did the severity of the situation. The Wretched was not proud to deliver such a blow, nor was he satisfied by any means. It pained him, especially as the boy already was mourning. However being the leader over such a powerful force of shinobi meant exercising discipline. It meant instilling conviction into one's forces. And when shinobi would falter, it was absolutely necessary to get them back into fighting form. Midori undergoing a waiver in his will and judgement which led to his father's death, subsequently segued into a three month stint of being stagnant. It was a downward spiral. And unless he was given a hard reality check, Kai was doubtful how he would bounce back.

And though the air deafened in the room after Sakaiza finished his speech, Midori would ultimately comment on his bewilderment. It came with a laugh, which Sakaiza dismissed as being more out of sheer disbelief and simultaneous relief. This seemed more true with Midori's final statement, indicating that his fire was now relit.

"Good," Sakaiza would say in turn. "Now keep that flame ablaze. Your last three months have been the lowest of your life. Rise about it, grow as a man, and do not fail me."

With that Sakaiza would turn to exit the room. He'd speak with the guard that stood outside it, letting him know that Midori had be pardoned of his crimes, and should be escorted out. His instructions also included trainings to recondition Midori, particularly to fortify his will and aid him in his decision making process. Following that, a separate guard would come and escort Sakaiza out of the prison and back to the military headquarters. Along the walk, he'd silently reflect on the pain Midori had to bear, feeling partially responsible for it. As this could have been addressed months ago if he was present in the village. But these thoughts he had to bear was the burden of being the Wretched. He was the one who had to endure hardships. The one who had to witness agony. And the one to usher his followers to a high standard.

- Exit -

WC = 399. TWC = 3385. TWC x 1.5 for Dawnbreak Bonus = 5078 WC
- 1875 WC Towards Lamentation Technique (1875/1875)
- 3000 WC Towards Spiritual Misalignment: Shift (3000/3000; under the recent guidelines of S Rank techs requiring 4000WC instead of 5000)
- 203 WC Towards Chakra Suppression (203/1500)
- Memorizing Midori's Chakra Signature
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The Winter's Blues Empty Re: The Winter's Blues

Mon Sep 23, 2024 8:36 am
The rekindling of a fire. Ever small it may be, Midori felt a new path. He wasn't alone anymore, not in the sense that he kept himself in. Wiping another slake of blood from his sight he would wait until Sakiaza was finished speaking and nodded while he watched him leave. He did not know what he would do at this point, but as the guard came in and announced his eventual release from prison, a small smile appeared on his face. He was now able to continue his journey anew...and he would not allow himself to fall any further. He remained seated as one of the medbay shinobi came in and tended to his wound, though when they went to heal it , he stopped them abruptly," Clean it up but do not heal it....this is the burden I now bear and I will wear it as a reminder of my past....and a reminder of the future to come," even if it was his brand, it would be his compass. After he was cleaned up and stitches were applied, he would be escorted out of the room for processing and his clothing. A small sigh was exhaled as he thought of what he should do now. He had only an apartment to his name and no family to go to...but that would not deter him. He would begin his training and discipline first...and worry about the rest later. Today he walked into the room broken, but now he rose from it anew. What would come of today was unknown to him, but he was not going to make the same mistakes again.

He could not afford to.

277 WC 3470 TWC

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TWC with 1.5x bonus is 5,205
Claiming 52 Stats
27 toward Vigor
25 Toward Chakra
Fire Piercing Darts 500
Great Fireball 1000
Blistering Web 1000
Great Dragon Flame 1500
Super Beast Imitation Drawing 1000
205 toward learning Water Release [250/4000]

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The Winter's Blues Empty Re: The Winter's Blues

Wed Sep 25, 2024 10:03 pm
Sakaiza wrote:

- Exit -

WC = 399. TWC = 3385. TWC x 1.5 for Dawnbreak Bonus = 5078 WC
- 1875 WC Towards Lamentation Technique (1875/1875)
- 3000 WC Towards Spiritual Misalignment: Shift (3000/3000; under the recent guidelines of S Rank techs requiring 4000WC instead of 5000)
- 203 WC Towards Chakra Suppression (203/1500)
- Memorizing Midori's Chakra Signature

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