Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-24937485-20160316055936/@comment-24937485-20160316060355

A lone boat approached the riverbanks of Kirigakure. It’s sailor but a dark silhouette in the dense mist that clung around the island famous for its brutal shinobi. With slow, smooth, strokes did the peddle roam through ominous water; ever bringing the boat closer to shore. “Who’s there?” Called a rugged voice, and two sentries were seen walking up to the end of the pier. “But a man.” Replied the silhouette, his words a perfect calm,  deadly in confidence and simplicity. Then, a soft ‘thunk’ was heard as the small fishing-boat knocked into the dock; both sentries looking very displeased as they leaned closer to find out who the passenger was, their lanterns inching closer and closer to shed light on the mysterious figure. But then, in an instant, both lights were snuffed out. An exchange of grunts followed but quickly stopped as two heavy things fell in the water with a large splash; barely producing enough sound to attract any attention, but those who did turn to the noise merely shrugged as there was nothing to be seen, nothing but a single boat that bobbed along with the flow of water; that and a cloaked individual who began walking down the pier, his wooden sandals eerily clicking against the floor with each and every calculated step. Before long he passed the guardhouse which governed security at these desolate piers which were primarily used by fishermen, but he didn’t attract attention from the men inside who were focused on bickering about last night’s ‘trophy.’. The mysterious stranger voiced a sigh and knocked on the door, waited, and knocked against just before the door was jerked open by an annoyed guardsman who was slightly intoxicated as it was late at night, and cold outside. “What do you want? Go sod off fisherman.” Said the Guard. “I need directions to the village.” Spoke the calm voice. “What business do you have there, huh?” Said the guard, growing a little suspicious, as did the two others inside who joined him at the door; vocally backing their colleague up by saying “Yeah. You do look quite shady. Take off that hood, before we do it for ye.”. They pulled out several melee weapons and walked outside to surround the robed man who simply hung his head and sighed once more before whispering “You are weak.” As he spun around and swiftly sent all three men flying off in different directions, one was being sent back into the guardhouse; slamming against the wall with a loud crack. The robed man approached with haunting slow steps, asking once more, in the same calm voice. “Where can I find the village?” The bloodied guard forced himself to look up and pointed over east where Kirigakure’s gates could be found. “There… go there….” And with that the stranger abandoned the scene. But only after three more heavy objects were heard falling in the water. A few minutes later he was seen walking along the main path towards the village while masked by a looming mist. “I will find you.”



Within the Western Section of the Village of Kirigakure, silence suffocated the atmosphere. The mist shrouded the young woman during her quiet outing of lounging by the markets roads. A peaceful moment to reflect upon her past. Remember the final moments left in her memory that day. She exhaled a soft breath and pulled the blindfold from her eyes up to her forehead, finally being able to view the world through her own eyes. She leaned her head against the side of the wall, listening closely to the sounds of silence, feeling the mist moistening her skin. Waiting…



His entrance into the village was mostly unnoticed as he was no different from the many other elusive figures prowling the streets of Kirigakure at night. Like a ghost in the night did he roam through many an alleyway as if looking for something, or rather, hunting something. At one point a homeless man looked up at the shadowy figure, not being able to see much through the mist, and in the next moment said tramp was grabbed by the throat and held up against a wall that was out of sight from the main roads. “You who breathes these streets. Tell me. Have you seen a girl with white eyes?” The homeless man obviously had no idea but the mysterious man didn’t look like the type who took no for an answer. A soft cracking noise was heard as finger dug deeper into the poor man’s flesh who, in a state of shock, recalled something he usually wouldn’t have. “There is one… with a blindfold. I saw her not too long a—ago. Please.. le-let me go.”. Fearing for his life the man pointed over to the west section of Kirigakue. A scary silence followed. Then a snapping sound before another heavy object hit the floor as the enigmatic presence. It only took a few minutes before Sayu would hear the sound of wooden sandals hitting the floor, approaching ever so steadily, with the deadly rhythm of a practiced killer. Then she’d see it, a figure, in the mist, approaching under the mask of darkness as he was cloaked by a black robe, his face hidden by a low hanging hood. The man didn’t speak, now 3 yards away, and steadily approached while the dense mist slowly drifted away and let up somewhat for reasons unknown.



Sayu quickly pulled her blindfold back down to her eyes, sensing the immense chakra emanating from this strange presence. Slowly she rose from her position, back against the wall, raising her guard with each moments past. She felt a chill kiss the back of her neck, a rare feeling of anxiousness. Her knowledge of this present being, completely unknown, yet they intrigued her. Sayu placed a grip upon her tanto blade, activating her Byakugan. She saw the chakra within and kept close watch to his motions



Upon her activation of the Byakugan, Sayu would see something shocking, or perhaps even deeply disturbing, as she looked up into another pair of Byakugan eyes that would clearly be visible to her as the 6ft tall man threw off his robe to the ground. The robe, unusually heavy, hit the ground hard enough to create a drift of wind that blew around him and removed any mist that still lingered in their presence. He now stood in front of her, only two yards between them, with his head hung over lightly so that his facial features were masked by long obsidian hair that was smooth like silk. “Reaching for your blade like that… did you forget what I taught you?” On those last words the stranger raised his head so that she could clearly make out his visage. His face beautiful as if made from porcelain with no wrinkle or imperfection to be found except for a long diagonal scar that ran down from his forehead, between the eyebrows, and stopped below his right eye. She’d know this face very well, although the man’s eyes had changed, more lifeless, but also softer. It was her mentor who she saw being struck down on that night long ago when she was kidnapped from Konoha. He was dressed in monk-like coat without sleeves that stopped just over his knees and was bound by a black sash. His hands and arms fully bandaged up to halfway each upper arm. His pants loose,  stopping just over his ankles, as he walked on flat wooden sandals. “Surely you have not forgotten who you are…Sayu.” His voice now more threatening, he turned to face her sideways with his right shoulder, moving his palms out to either side of him, while crouching through his knees. It looked like he was ready to kill her, from how he looked at her, but perhaps, if insightful enough, she could see that his true intentions had not yet surfaced and could prove far more surprising than she ever thought possible.

The reveal of the stranger, struck Sayu with an unsettling pain in her stomach, as if her body was remembering the wounds he inflicted upon her that night. She could hardly breathe, the pain was growing. Her composure was broken, her left hand was shaking. Sayu took a gulp, finding the ability to break through her silence. “How dare you..? How dare you show your face around here! They told me you were killed!” She shouted, releasing the submerged hatred she kept deep within herself. Sayu shook her head, quickly withdrawing her blade from it’s sheathe. Though her eyes were blinded, she could see his cold stare, she felt its lack of mercy. Sayu lowered her knees, sliding her right foot inches out in front of her, taking a guard position with her hands, blade in hand. Her thoughts were scrambled, and her emotions were not on her side. Sayu darted towards her master with an open attack, aiming to cut him down where he stood…



He could see it inside her, not by looking in her eyes, but by actually seeing how her chakra reacted to those feelings of anger, sadness, and remorse; he could see it all so clearly. Like the light of day that comes past night, like the stripping away of ones clothes in front of a mirror, his eyes saw truth and lie, body and soul, just as hers one day would. But for now, the chances of her seeing a tomorrow were questionable at best. In an emotional rage of sorts she dashed at the man with more speed than he remembered her to have. However, even so. “You have forgotten. Allow me to help you remember.” She would find no hit to her swing as the man blocked the blade of her tanto with two outstretched fingers, after his arm raised defensively, with the tips of his fingers pointing up at the sky while he caught her weapon on the back of them. A thin layer of chakra separating her steel from his skin, as he had expelled a minimal amount from the tenketsu in his hand, showing a high level of mastery when it came to the Gentle Fist. “Remember my name. And I will help you remember the rest.” He aimed to disarm her by tapping his fingers against the blade to create some space before aiming to grab her wrist from above. If successful he’d clam his strong hand down around the fragile joint, slowly twisting it, but stopping just before he’d possibly break it if she dropped the weapon, if not he’d continue to apply pressure and aim to snap the joint in a painful crack. “Remember my name. Or I cannot reveal the truth to you. The truth about me. The truth about you.”. He had to hear it from her lips, as much became evident in his eyes as he calmly continued to force her to remember. There was no rush in his tone, no overexertion of force in his hand, almost as if… as if he was trying to help her.



he let out a sudden cry from the twisting pain in her wrist. Again her moment’s weakness came and haunted her, after so long. Sayu released her Byakugan, biting into her lip to refrain her wanted tears. Faces from her past rushed in her mind. Sounds of the constant beatings received from her clan. The never-ending failures. This pain was too great, it was fueling into something she couldn’t understand. Something was forming inside her chest. It wasn’t the pain from his grasp. Her memories of torment were kindling her hatred even more. She saw an image of her young girl, curled up on an empty training room floor, her lips uttering mumbles. “Tomorrow, I hope he kills me this time…Master Tadashi, please…kill me.” Sayu remembered….the name she suppressed…she remembered. Her image faded and she cried out, louder than she ever had. “MASTER TADASHI!!” Her scream broke the silence of the night, and her chakra was visibly wrapping around her body, increasing in its energy level rapidly.





<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;">“Yes… it is I.” His voice would come with the warmth of nothing but pure generosity as he fell down on his knees in front of her, aiming to wrap his arms around her and to hug her tight to his chest while… he smiled a sad kind of smile that was mixed with pure joy. Tears poured down his cheeks as if he had never cried before while he shook uncontrollably and his normally calm, now breaking voice, whispered; “I had to make sure that they didn’t take your memories. For in your memories lives a truth you have not seen, Sayu. There is much for us to talk about.”. As he leaned back from the hug it could be seen that his coat had been torn at the front from her chakra that had wrapped around her body earlier. She could already release chakra from her tenketsu in a way similar to the one body blow technique, even if it was still at somewhat of a subconscious level; suggesting great potential. “But before we talk more.” He spoke calmly again, each syllable uttered with a perfect sense of restraint that almost looked noble like, but the seal on his forehead made it clear he was no noble but a side-branch family member. “You must know that the father you thought you lost, was not your real father.” He sighed and got up on his feet, turning his back to her. “But I vowed to not speak any more. Not until I taught you how to become a true Hyuga.” He slowly faced her again, his moon-like presence almost bewitching to behold due to his hypnotizing long locks and penetrating eyes. “I’ve never forgiven myself for how I treated you. Nor can I tell you why I did. But I promise you Sayu, it was not by my choice. Allow me to help you become who you truly are. And in that, you shall find out who you truly are.”. He picked the earlier discarded, heavy black robe back up from the ground and threw it on him with a quick swing that saw the robe being swung around like a dancer before cloaking Tadashi’s body again; keeping the hood down for now. “So, what will it be? Will I stay here with you, for you to train with me. Or will you send me home and bid your past farewell. Choose carefully, young Sayu, for it might be the most important decision of your life.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;">Sayu sat there upon the ground, voided from motion and speech. Her head was throbbing all throughout, her blindfold, falling from her face, it’s fabric torn from her charkra moments ago. She hung her head low, piecing out tonight’s events within her mind, with nothing presently connecting. The question Master Tadashi had asked, echoed in her mind repeatedly. Sayu’s anger towards him felt eternal and now suddenly feeling his kind remorse, had her confused about herself. Slowly she rose her head up, staring at this man she thought she knew. Her natural pale eyes, meeting his own. She questioned herself, “Is this really happening? Master is cold…and heartless.. So why? Do I even to know what he means to say, after all this time?” The moon’s illuminating light, steadily moved over her and Tadashi, as if the night was meant for only them. Sayu placed her hand among the ground, and pushed herself up to her feet. Moments passed and she turned her back to him, suddenly embarrassed to face him. Taking a deep breath, she responded. “I want you….to go ahead…and tell me everything.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;">They stood there as if etched in divine memory, graced by the moon its luminescent glow while a tender wind brought a cool touch to their skins after earlier emotions had surely raised the core temperatures of their bodies. It was near impossible to comprehend the true amount, and degree, of mixed emotions that Sayu went through right now but for some reason Tadashi seemed to understand her completely. As if his need for forgiveness had brought about a kind of selfless that could only be awoken through humbleness. “I’m sorry.” He whispered to himself, while the words were meant for her, as she turned her back to him. It was almost like he knew what she wanted to say next as he   then replied. “But I cannot tell you anymore until you have developed your Byakugan and skill in the gentle fist. If I do not follow my vow.”  He waited to make sure she looked at him, and closed his eyes to show his eyelids had seals on them. “My eyes will be detonated in their very sockets, leaving me but a corpse.” His soothing voice pleaded for understanding but he wouldn’t try to push the point. He understood that this must all have been a great shock, even though it was but a fraction of the answers she would uncover with time, under his mentoring. “Meet me at the pier, at dawn, and we will start your training on a nearby island. I’ll take you back tomorrow night. And we’ll continue this cycle until you are worthy enough to uncover more of your past. But for now, dear Sayu.” His solemn expression brightened up, just a little, for the half of a second, before he turned around and began to walk away, pulling the hood down over his face, as his dark silhouette slowly vanished in the mist in a reversed scenario to how he had arrived. “Be safe. Be strong. Be wise.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;">She hung her head low, the direction of her gaze meeting with the dirt’s rubble, but looking at nothing in particular. The moonlight hugged her in its soothing radiance, but the feeling of comfort was unfulfilled. The wind pushed against her long braid, and tumbled her blindfold on the ground. She reached down, picking it up, staring into it as if waiting for a response. Hearing his footsteps fade away into the mist she tightened her hold on her blindfold and hugged it against her breast. Sayu sighed, and turned in the opposite direction to where her and her accompanying partner resided within the Village. She thought back to his word for where to meet him and the location mapped itself in her mind. Her legs continued its slow pace, but she wasn’t thinking which direction she was headed. She hadn’t realized she arrived at her home so quickly, and simply stood there at the door. Her master’s fate, placed upon his own eyes, remained engraved in her mind. It annoyed her slightly to think, that she felt mercy towards him. Shaking her head she to retract those thoughts, she entered inside, placing her weapons down, and sat against the wall in her room. She waited for the rays of dawn to grace through the skies…