Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160326113810/@comment-24937485-20160326113847





It had been a rather... Interesting day.. She met all three of her Genin and completed her installment as jōnin—With ‘Team Kinshi’ complete, or rather ‘Forbiddance team’, the team of ‘lost causes’, it seemed things were finally going somewhere for them. Proving many jōnin wrong today, she felt rather proved in herself, even though.. She didn’t get a proud look from her father, as she didn’t bother visiting him. Unlike most, Kinshi understood the importance of being a Hokage.. She normally left fresh tea near his desk area and a fresh bottle of sake within his desk ten seconds before his arrival in his workarea. Both a busy morning and evening, her afternoon was rather empty, after she finished doing paperwork and what not. Taking a trail out of the main city area, the snowy-white haired female ventured towards her most loved spot, a place that ten thousand voices called to her and.. A place she really wished she could’ve shown Akira.. His death still lingering within her heart. Dancing in the breeze, her black coat motioned as it hung from her shoulders and a chain that linked it over her neck—Ringing, a bell sung soflty and lightly as she stepped forward upon a grassy-rough path. As the voices called to her, welcoming her as she walked past more trees, she lowly added yards to miles to where her house was.. Reaching a cave area, a cave that was dark and seemed to nothing more thatn a boring nothingness, but the truth was on there was door that lead into the cave of Hanzaki. It was actually quite a rumor that many didn’t believe, those who did tried to find their way, but were denied by Hanzaki himself.. Hell. Zeshin couldn’t even see Hanzaki, but Kinshi knew Zeshin believed in the gigantic salamander whom lived in the depths of the cave’s water. As Kinshi walked into the dark cave’s end, a gate opened—Her aqua lit eyes spotting the reverse rain of the pure waters... She remembered her first time trying to find the bottom of the waters, but Hanzaki had to save her from almost drowning herself from being too deep to seem back up. As the gate open, a stronger wave of voices was released, it was said the voices within the cave could call upon the hearts that desired to feel a moment of relax or atleast, hearts that are pained, in such case, Kinshi ended up meeting this cave upon the death of her mother, those who have lost or have something missing—Each word carried meant different to those who heard it, as example, Kinshi could hear her name and another could hear a question. As she stepped her first, all voices to her ceased within her hearing ceased, her body being overcome by a feeling she loved about this cave.. An ideal ability to feel peaceful and think clearly. Home to over thousands and thousands of salamanders, quite a few here and there, some on the pillers, waters and rocks, even walls and each one welcoming Kinshi as she stood her sit upon the bottom step. “You did well no doubt, little salamander.” A voice echoed out to her, an elder voice known as Hanzaki whom hid somewhere deep under the waters—It was said, when entering the waters.. It’s a ‘gateway’ to a whole new world, which may or may not have been a myth. Slipping one arm after the other from her coat, she folded it and placed it next to her, as she removed her pouch and placed it atop if it, as she rubbed her face with her palm. “Thank you.. It was a bit nerve-wrecking.” She said with a soft smile that mirrored off the pure waters, as she got more comfortable.





Upon his voyage throughout the forests he had found himself beckoned by an unseen call. He did not yet hear voices, merely the feint echoes of what seemed to be whispers in the distance; too unclear to make out. He at first paid them no mind but as they grew louder, rather than disappear, he felt a sense of curiosity arise. And this was a most odd thing for Kei because he hardly ever found himself to be curious. Inquisitive, yes, but not curious. Knowing how things worked was essential but wanting to find out new things was merely bothersome. Yet he approached and slowly walked towards the vague sounds that grew ever clearer. His eyes on twelve o’clock and lifelessly gazing ahead as he saw the mouth of a cave rise up in the distance. He could hear them louder now, the voices of his parents that spoke in his head, no screamed in his head, as they verbally degraded his old self into a pool of self-loathing from which arose the monster that he is today. The calm, calculated, emotionless monster of self who found itself to be living for one goal alone. To drown out those voices. To make sure his father, and mother, never uttered another word again. Walking down onto the slimy floor of the cave entrance he then heard the sound of water deeper inside as a cool breeze hit his light skin and tugged at his long bangs. Again he heard the voice of his mother defending his father even when he beat her senseless. She was weak, he was weak, and their weakness had tainted him. The deeper he walked, the clearer it became to him. –I have to kill them. I must kill them. I will kill then.- But then he stepped foot into the heavenly space that seemed to transcend all boundaries of time and space as the rain fell in reverse; floating up from the ground. But more than that there were voices, and noises, most of which were scared of his presence for some reason; telling him he didn’t belong here for fearing the scent of snakes that clung around the youth who stared down the room and saw the figure of a well-known individual in the hidden leaf. Everything went quiet in his mind. The voices had stopped. And he walked over the surface of water too stand in the middle of the room and calmly uttered “What is this place.” Without showing her any of the respect that she would normally get from village members. Right now she was a source of information, just like a book, and just like a book he planned to read once and ignored it for the rest of his life.

Kinshi. Little salamander. Yurara. Kin. Lil’Sala. Kinshi! All at once, salamanders thought out to Kinshi, these loud voices screamed her named in unease, a strong discomfort—Looking up from her hand, a hand that instantly reached into her pouch to grab a kunai and pulled it, with such a motion that it could’ve been considered ‘body flicker’. Turning her head in left to right, left to downward, she looked around to where she heard all the voices, she wasn’t panicked but she didn’t know where or what they were talking about. They seemed scared, terrified actually. As she took only a second to look at eevrything around her, her eyes in haste locked onto the a figure—A black haired boy she never seen in her life, never even read about in a file, and by her nature, she knew just about everyone by a file and not personally. As the voices and noises eased, the salamanders all feld into the water’s depths, disliking the appeared of his black haired body. Kinshi wasn’t scared of some boy, it was just abnormal to have anyone but herself to come in this cave. Tossing her Kunai back into her pouch and closed it, planting her ass back into the step and exhaling in relief, her eyes closing as she shook her head—Leaning forward as she placed her elbows against her thighs as she placed her face into her palms. ‘I have dealt with too many people today.’ she thought. She noticed not with the single phuck she did not have, the disrespect he did not offer as he walked into the cave, but as soon as he asked a question, helping himself to the wonders of the cave, she instantly dropped her hands and stared over to the boy with her aqualit eyes. “Ever heard of Hanzaki?” She asked, leaning forward just a bit as her head tilted a tiny bit. She wondered why they were so scared and the more she looked at the boy, she felt some type of way.. There was something about this boy, well.. She couldn’t call him a boy, he looked close to her age. Even though, they didn’t welcome him and seemed to desire him to leave, she did keep close to her pouch and did keep on her toes for expectations of what could possibly happen. He had to be a leaf ninja, no doubt, but not all ninjas of the leaf were good. If she remembered, the cave also called to the souls of the distressed that are not of Senju blood, those who are completely blinded by something within this ‘distress’ or something like that. Did he find this place on his own? No. He wouldn’t have been allowed in and Hanzaki himself would’ve saw to it. So maybe.. He.. No...?





He had never heard of the name she mentioned and turned his gaze up at the magnificent decorations that painted the roof of this extraordinary cavern that in a mysterious fashion. There were riddles and intricate details to be spotted in every corner as the drops of water arose around him in supernatural fashion. For a moment he almost looked divine with how the lights sparkled on his pale shit and danced in those big black eyes that for once in his life were filled with something other than disinterest and disgust. There was a flicker of life inside them as he stood in this room where he felt like he could reach for something beyond life. He felt as if the memories of old were within his grasp and ready to be crushed without him even needing to take his revenge; simply by killing his own memories. –No.- No, that wasn’t Kei. A grim shadow dawned over his visage as the wonder in his eyes was replace by a grim coldness that malformed the very atmosphere around them. –Killing my memories won’t ever bring justice.- He then turned to gaze at her, or rather through her, while speaking to himself as much as he did to her. “This place is a trick. A filthy illusions that blinds the mind.” And with that he moved to walk away as he turned his back to her. Each slow step taking him closer to the exit that was once an entrance as he sought to leave this place behind him. But before he left, he stopped, and asked one thing. “This Hanzaki. One day my snakes will feast upon him.”



It was going into such a wonderful day.. Until this foul human being appeared. She wanted to relax and enjoy whatever day she had, before some student, her father or some random ninja came to bother her, but no. Seemed the latter had greeted her and then began to annoy her.. She needed to stay composed and concealed, it was improper to allow such foolish words to break such a perfect facade—Until he spoke about Hanzaki and walked away like some punk. Oh no. He stepped on something that she was trying to hide.. Ever since the death of her mother, she had this fear of losing others and being alone.. Thinking of losing a person death or not, really bothered her—In this case, she was still very tender about losing Akira, even though, she barely knew him.. It was weird. It was just proof that Kinshi was actually really caring to those she does end up befriending. ‘What a sorry excuse of a being.’ she thought. Stomping her foot against the solid ground as her body lifted in a stand, her lips parted as she held her hands to her sides with her hands balled so tightly that her nails were digging into her palm—Her temper getting the better of her. “An insignificant, pitiful, sorry excuse of a human being like you. Will NEVER be allowed to harm Hanzaki. Nor your foul snakes!” she yelled, her voice echoing through the cave and back at her—She sounded so hateful instantly, but it wasn’t so much hate, it was pain and hurt built up and he triggered it, a thing she called up. He may have been leaving, but he would’ve heard the words she had to speak to him and she couldn’t find herself stopping them from being released. As she spoke, a single tear formed as a string pulled on her heart—Falling down her cheek, it landed upon the ground. Within the next second, the expression of anger and pain subsided, her head tiled downward for a moment as her hands released. How poor of her... She actually snapped and allowed herself to express something and she was praying this boy would not turn around. She couldn’t help it.. She was protective, highly protective of Hanzaki, despite how strong he was suppose to be.. She was even protective of her father.. Hell even Zeshin.. And he was stronger than her, atleast in her mind.



“As expected you lack fortitude.” The worlds rolled off his tongue like the phrase was meaningless. Of course she snapped, why wouldn’t she? Was it not human to do so? It was. He kenw that it was but in that same realization knew that is was just another weakness to be exploited. “Your attachments will drag you down with them, or perhaps… It’ll be you who drags them down.” His words were barely audible as they echoed off the cavern walls while he made his way back outside and took one last glance back at the unusual home of this creature named Hanzaki. Wondering if, when he next returned here, he’d come to do as he had said and claim the life of this legendary creature that remained hidden from nearly every being on the world. Was it the challenge that attracted him, the connection he had with his serpentine companions which was based on nothing but the traits of cold-bloodedness and lethal effectiveness that they shared? Or was it something else that drew him to that place even now when he walked away and didn’t even give it any thought? Perhaps there was a mystical connection but he didn’t see it nor would he believe it if he did. “The world is drawn in facts. While liars paint the canvas.”





<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;">The lack of fortitude? She allowed herself to listen to that, she wasted enough of her emotions on such a pitiful thing, atleast, what she thought of him—She allowed his insults, she was used to such and insults never defined. If her father saw that expression of anger, he would not doubt scold her for being ill-mannered, she remembered one scolding and that instantly straightened her up. Regrouping her emotions and feelings, allowed calmness and composure over herself to address this foul creature that was testing the ever living patience of sanity she didn’t have. “Then. I’ll rather die due to myattachments.” she said softly, her tone turning back to it’s normal—Her body lauguage turning back into nothing more than a calm appearance of perfect posture of well-trained ninja under the Hokage. He was pressing her buttons and she found herself thinking of something that would press his. But deep in her mind, she wondered who would raise such a heartless and foul boy, from her experience of today, she had dealt wtih three boys, one having anger issues, another one being too hyped to almost handle and third one she couldn’t quite define. “God. Your mother must’ve never loved you..” She said. She learned love and compassion from her mother, even her father, but mostly her mother and she couldn’t help but say that—Not out of ill-will, but just out of disappointment. With her disappointment, she waved her hand in a dismissing nature as if she was waving him away as she stood her sit back on the chair. “You can dismiss yourself now.” She said.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;">“I am not God.” Was all he said in a witty comment that was then silenced by her stern voice as she told him to dismiss himself, which he already did as the long sleeves of his robe floated along his sides and he left to wander back towards the hidden leaf. Wondering if it were emotions that drove mankind into act of evil. Or was it the lack of such things? Was he evil for claiming vengeance on those who displayed true hatred, losing himself in the process knowing that’s the only way he can accomplish what he had to? “All but a matter of perspective. Trivial.” And with that he shrugged off further contemplation as he had departed from the scene leaving a trail of unseen melancholy in his wake that seemed to contort even nearby shadows; making them grow crooked as if reaching after him, clawing at his inner darkness to return to the void from whence it came.

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