Board Thread:World Map/@comment-24937485-20161129063822/@comment-24937485-20161203010424

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The moment you fall down into the water everything changed. At first the duality in yourself was in conflict but soon both halves would fade away as you felt yourself sink into what felt like a dream or vision that’d soon feel like reality.

Back in Konoha, you find yourself standing in the Fuma Clan compound surrounded by all of your clan members and family, even your mother who was blushing and cheering you on. But she wasn’t just cheering for you, she was also cheering for Godric who stood opposite of you; wielding the katana Mugen lost in the fire; but even Mugen stood beside your mother with a casual smirk on his face and arms crossed. Everything would feel so good, so serene, as if anything that had happened lately was naught but a bad dream, as if this was life the way it was supposed to be. Things felt right, smelled right, seemed right, like there was no other way destiny could’ve unfolded. How could it have? Was this not where things were supposed to lead? Is this not where you should be right now? Is this not the truth that you envisioned ever since you were a boy? Then how can it be anything but reality….

All of the people, clearly spectators, stood around a square that you and your father stood upon, each corner marked by a flagpole waving the Fuma clan logo. This was the day where the clans head would be decided and you were to duel your father for the title. The day you had dreamed of when you were younger. All stood ready in anticipation but none more than Godric. However, he wasn’t filled with the eagerness to fight, rather the eagerness to see how you had blossomed and to see the man you had truly become. The smile of his face carried the battle-hardened love of a warrior who couldn’t voice it, and his eyes were stern and focused in a way that you’d know that he’d take this fight seriously.

Masayoshi left a straight trail in the air as Godric shot off with bewildering speed for such a hulk of a man. Within the blink of an eye he would already be behind you, back to back, while aiming to have slashed your chest in the second before he re-appeared in sight from his quick burst of speed. Before one could turn around, Godric would already be gone, now above you, coming down fast while horizontally striking down.

“Who are you! MY SON!? MY SON WHO KILLED ME AND BETRAYED ME LIKE MY BROTHER?”



People in the crowd, your mother, those you’ve known and loved, even Mugen: All of them turned into walking dead, rotting zombies, who gazed at you as if blaming you for their demise, as if blaming you for everything. Showing no emotion, no hope, no love, no sadness, nothing. Nothing but hollow souls remains in these bodies stuck by the finger of death. Even Godric was slowly changing as he came to clash with you.





“WHAT MAKES YOU WORTHY OF EVEN STANDING BEFORE ME NOW?” Asked the man as flesh fell from his face to reveal a horrific image.











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<p class="MsoNormal">*Outside, watching the illusion in the sky, Agnis looked up at the sky while voicing his commentary to the many ears eager for a voice of wisdom as all were unsettled immensly by what they saw.

<p class="MsoNormal">“A combination of nightmares and fears, this is where your true self will truly emerge. A warrior or saint, one of vengeance or forgiveness, who are you? What are you? Only time may tell. And it will tell us… everything.”

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