Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20161023061914/@comment-24937485-20161026012551

Ikeru’s desk broke in two with the smash of his hand after he heard the news of what happened to the Fuma. He felt like he betrayed himself to the core, and was caught in sorrow, as his first thoughts went towards his brother in arms. “How could I not have foreseen this from happening?”. The Hokage snarled to himself as he arose clad by a thick aura of burning chakra. For a moment he considered investigating the crime scene himself, but found himself feeling unsure of what to do as his mind wandered back to days of old.

He and Godric were still young men then. Strong chinned and broad shouldered they stood at the envy of most, if not all, that lived in Konoha. Both prodigal warriors in their own right, they were the favored Ninja of the village even before having fought their first war due to their chuunin exam and mission performances. Especially when they fought together, they were unstoppable, but they weren’t always close to begin with.

On the contrary, during their youth the two had little good to say about one another. Their time was spent doing separate training, with separate people. And the only words they waste on each other were those of insult, spoken out of pride. It wasn’t until the two actually locked blades in a duel that they found their bond of brotherhood. Their brotherhood, through many a war, eventually became so strong that it surpassed the meaning of family on a daily basis. Both these men carried that burden.

Shaking off the thoughts of the past, Ikeru turned to look up at the ROOT member. The Hokage had notably calmed as his aura had dissipated, his eyes once again stern and in control.

“Take me there.”.



After a short journey through the night, the Hokage arrived at the Fuma clan manor and sent off the ROOT member to call for more ANBU. As the obedient shinobi bowed and left the scene Ikeru then closed his eyes and took a deep breath before stepping into the blood-soaked hallway. Entering an imagery of pure horror yet nothing startled the man until he laid eyes upon the remains of Godric. It was then, that for the first time in his life, a tear rolled down Ikeru’s chiseled cheek as he walked over to crouch beside his brother-of-war.

“Whoever is responsible. Their death will be more painful than the torture of a thousand widows. Their agony will become their world before they fall to it. Never will I, Ikeru Senju, lay to rest without having claimed vengeance for you, my brother. My Godric.”.

“I wonder if things will ever be the same. I have a grave feeling for our future.”. The Hokage lifted the corpse of his friend and walked out while several ANBU and medical Shinobi entered the premises to deal with the other bodies.

Ikeru, however, walked Godric’s body over to the Konoha gate and sat the giant down on top in order to catch one final sunrise. Unknowing of the fact that Keldran and Mugen were running off, far away and out of sight, in the distance these old friends now looked towards for one last time.