Board Thread:Konohagakure/@comment-37806595-20200125065624/@comment-44670834-20200127045333

|KF| - To much of the surprise of most likely O and Yumo the Fuma guard was able to keep up with the speed and actions of them both. In comparison to guards/shinobi of the past. Keldran kept his men on a rigorous yet strict training regiment that allowed for them to hold a combative edge against most known normal shinobi. So, as O threateningly drew ever closer into the man’s personal space he immediately back-stepped, drew his sword and prepared to slash all in a singular motion. It was so fast and fluid that the only people able to view it as genuine as it happened was O, the guard and another incoming man. Before the sword could even make its mark a body seemingly teleported between the two men and said figure blocked the down-swinging sword with just his hands alone. Though the force behind it was enough to make him be in a somewhat hunched position as he spoke outwardly. “Cease this n—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, the entire village was blanketed with an incredible feeling of an overwhelming chakra. It was enough for some people to feel at the first wave of its shock. Though most could grin and bear it and if they did, they’d feel an enveloping warmth. Almost like a warm hug, or the love of your mother, washing over them. With the backdrop of the sun slowly setting behind him Keldran appeared in the flesh. Standing tall above all others, not due to height but mostly because everyone without a moment’s hesitation dropped to their knees. Gazing up at him with their hands clasped, just many stricken faces of wonderment, the embodiment of hope, the man who trudged through hell and managed to create heaven at the end of it.

Keldran’s legendary blue hair had turned into a pillow snow white, his strong yet kind eye remained and his royal kimono dragged along his chiseled frame like no other. It wasn’t exactly how Ousatsu remembered him but the blood was still very much the same. Keldran Fuma was alive.

Keldran just quietly gazed onto O for a good few moments, saying nothing but in his heart, he could feel it thumping out of his chest. The pillar of strength had cascaded down, dropping to both knees as he continued to gaze upon his 1st brother. His lips stammered and quaked, his hands and entire body trembled uncontrollably. Decades worth of tears were flooding from both his visible and non-visible eye. Everyone was silent, not even O himself would dare to interrupt this moment. Planting his hands into the ground beneath him he wailed, his very soul and the essence of all the emotions he once knew so vividly poured out of him. '''A wound only the love of his beloved brother could ever hope to heal. '''



The man who previously tried to strike O down would now be behind him and give him a light push forward as a gesture. Even the man himself was crying profusely from his helmet and all other onlookers joined in by silently weeping to the display of overwhelming raw emotions. “Love him, Love him like only a Fuma could.” Is all the man said as he stood back and bowed to his lord.”

It was O’s time. - |KF|