Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170820232812/@comment-26510601-20170821030524

"How disgraceful."

Michirama was quick to accept this, but Death knew better. This child was smart, yet so careless. Although it would be easy for Death to sway this successor's view to his own, it was a matter of giving that solid foundation so that it would last and never crumble.

Angered, Death raised his right hand and slammed it down into the broken piece of wood jutting out from his chair, flaying his own hand as his own hand was smashed apart and impaled by this wooden stick. He stood up, and pulled as hard as he could on his right hand as he pulled his hand out, kicking away the body that was near him. His poise and disposition was still calm after doing this, beginning to walk over to Michi. It was obvious the boy might have wanted to move at this point.

However, it was at this point when Michirama perhaps wanted most to move he would be bound by iron chains confining him to his chair. Death continued to walk over, glaring at Michi retaining his steadfast composure.

"I will baptize you, child, you must be purged of all these mortal sins. Only then, can your ascension truly be glorious, and you will carry my will."

As Death spoke to Michi he finally reached over to him, pulling up his mangle hand and bringing it over Michi's eyes removing his sight as warm blood pooled down his face. Finally, like being able to breath after almost drowning, Michi would wake up from his dream. It was still early in the morning, enough that the sun had yet to come up still. He would be in a cold sweat, left on his own trying to contemplate what just happened.

Unlike any other monster in someone's dreams, Death was very real. This wasn't their first encounter, and it certainly would not be their last. All it would take next time was for Michirama's body to betray him once again, bringing him back within his own mind.