Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20161020211256/@comment-24714922-20161020225831

Listen and Read

There was commotion in town, wailing, sobbing. The town was in mourning. It had been a while since the recovery mission had started, long enough that any faith in its completion had long since left. Yet here they were, marching through the front gates and parting the crowd like Moses. Most people cried, they wailed and screamed, but they weren’t there that day, they don’t what they should really be screaming about. Amongst all this sorrow there was a small beacon of rage, pure anger in the form a grey haired teen. Mugen Fuma marched through the crowd pushing people aside when they wouldn’t respond to his grunts.

Mugen was a tall kid and incredibly muscular, but more than that he was one of the only survivors of Sunagakure. His mind had never been the same since, once timid and afraid of power he was now aggressive and obsessed with obtaining more. Anytime he thought of Sunagakure he’d be thrown back into the memories, while most of it is a red daze there a moments of clarity, the fight against someone like him, the things he and his team achieved, and the way he let down his team when it really mattered, these things haunted him and forged him slowly into what he was and what he is becoming. He pushed his way to the front of the crowd and let his eyes fall on something he never expected. Keldran. His expression was that of someone who had just seen a ghost. His expression twisted into a snarl, then a grin before finally resting at a neutral expression. His mind began racing as he took a step forward, part of him was infuriated, if Keldran was back than Godric wouldn’t need him anymore, he’d be kicked out of the Fuma clan and he’d be back a square one, you can’t replace a dead son if the son isn’t dead. But deep down in some repressed part of his persona he wanted to jump with joy, he wanted to laugh and cry all at once. He continued walking forward, noticing Ieyasu also making his way towards the stretcher.

As he got closer a small flicker of blueish grey skin stretched over his body before fading away; The sight of the mangled Keldran flooded him with such immense anger, anger towards … well everything; what world lets this happen? He’d attempt to slink past the guards, his expression stoic. Should he manage to get passed them he’d stand on the other side of Keldran that Ieyasu was standing. Mugen would look down at Keldran, debating his opinion on the matter, what he was looking at barely resembled his old team leader, it was just a shell at the moment. He shook his head and let out a long sigh “I’d have preferred to die. He’s stronger than I am” Mugen had a kind of gravelly voice and spoke in a low tone so only Ieyasu could hear him, he looked over at the other boy “I should have stayed and fought” His expression drifted back to Keldran and for the first time in a long time he let out a small smile “Welcome home Boss”.