The Revival Of Takisho K. Senju [Private]

Takisho, who had just taken his first breath for the first
time in a week, sighed. Trying to remember, trying to remember any thing
really. He couldn’t remember his own name, his family, nothing at all. He
sighed, getting up, in the base that Takisho had used to bring bodies to Itsuka
to, this base was the base that had kept all the dead bodies Takisho collected,
though he hadn’t known that, all he had known was that he was in a random spot,
and nothing else, he had no idea who he was, where he is, or how he got here.
He looked over at a scroll, which had sat not too far away from where he was
sitting at. The place he was sitting at was currently where he was revived,
where the doll he had been revived from sat. Next to the scroll, sat a book
containing information on the three sannin from Konohagakure, the three sannin
in the shinobi world. These three were the first known Sannin to Takisho, he
was unsure if anyone had obtained the title after those three. He walked over
to the scroll, picking it up he would begin to read about his own past. From
his birth, he had an older brother, a mother and a father. He was born in the
clan known as Senju, along with his history was a basic description of the
Senju abilities. Wood release, the thing Senju had mostly depended upon. He sighed,
continuing to read about his brother’s death. Takisho had apparently watched
his brother’s death, as he was brutally killed by the hands of a group of
missing nin, or nuke nin. Takisho had watched, developing the idea that it
would be a great thing to be feared, to have people fear him just for being
powerful. He sighed, thinking that to be powerful he would need to do a lot of
work. Takisho had apparently started following his old path, at the same point
that he had before, the path of power. He continued to read, learning the
basics of chakra which he was at some point taught in the academy, on how to
focus his chakra within the feet and walk up on flat surfaces. He would sigh,
standing up putting the small scroll down next to the book once more, and look
over at the wall of the base, looking up towards the ceiling he would notice it
be two stories tall. He sighed, focusing the chakra that he had, and stored it
in his feet, a rather not so perfect amount, he would slip off he would attempt
to walk on the wall, though he hadn’t known that really, all he was told was to
store the chakra in the feet and focus. Though he had gotten it quicker when he
had learned it, he was under instructions with the academy teacher. This time
he was going by the words ‘Store chakra in the feet’ it wasn’t much of a help,
barely any, yet it gave the general idea to Takisho. He ran for the wall, his feet moving forward,
following the first step over and over as he got closer and closer for the
wall. He placed a foot on the wall, and began t run up it, not even half way up
he would begin to fall back, towards the ground. He had landed on his back. As
he landed he had closed his eyes, and sighed. He would get back up, beginning
to walk away from the wall. He sighed, walking into the other room which held
the wooden elevator.

Joseph had come in earlier this day to check on the doll as he had for the past week. It was almost fully grown this time, so much so that just a nose tip was left to grow. As the nose was nearly grown, he released the motes into the air. Then, with a puff, he would disappear to a world of holograms, to await the persons revival. Once they were up, he would come back, the motes in the air more than enough to do so. "HI!" He would tell to Takisho as he hung from the ceiling. "WHATS UP, BOY! WELCOME BACK TO THE LAND OF THE LIVING!"

'HI!' was the first thing that was heard, as Takisho walked into the other room, he would look around, looking up seeing the man. 'WHAT'S UP, BOY! WELCOME BACK TO THE LAND OF THE LIVING!' "Hello.." Takisho replied, with a slightly confused look, welcome back to the land of the living? Takisho had began to wonder on what was going on now. How had he gotten here? Why was he here? Besides the history, supposedly of himself, he knew nothing at all. The history had mentioned Takisho's past, which led to a few memories from the past returning to Takisho, however he couldn't remember any recent events in his life, what had been going on? This had been due to Takisho's reincarnation jutsu. He looked at th eman once more, more memories coming back to him. He would remember an arena, though not much after. He remembered this man being there, and one other. The other one was Itsuka Senju, more memories had came back about this one, he remembered bringing bodies to this one, mostly live, for some experiments. Though getting not much in return. He remembered this place from the recent memories he had gotten, this base was the place where he had brung the bodies after Takisho captured them. Looking at the man, and remembering the base brung back the memory of the Akatsuki, and how Takisho, had most likely joined. He would remember being told to go to Sunagakure, then another memory would pop into his head, the transplant. He remembered the eyes that he had been transplanting, though remembering them brung no memories back. He remembered finishing the transplant, only to end up being absorbed by a man, the Hokage. Kilik had been killed then, the one who Takisho had transplanted the eyes into, and Takisho later had been killed. He sighed, no more memories returning.

"Well, good luck, buddy! Look's like you got a lot on your mind!" Joseph didn't exactly care much for Takisho, he just wanted to find out if the little twerp did in fact have a resurrection jutsu. "Good day to you, me boy!" He would say as a quick sprint would send him past Takisho. The kunai he had grabbed would scrape slightly on Takisho's arm, little more than a paper cut, but enough to draw blood. And with that, he was gone. The world filled slighty with smoke as he landed, a platform transporting him back towards the village of skyscrapers, straight to the top.

[Exit]

Takisho would stand, listening to the man talk, soon he would head for Takisho and cut him slightly, with an uncontaminated Kunai, it was rather clean, no dirt, nothing. Though, after it got some of Takisho's blood on it, it hadn't been as clean. He sighed, as the man had left, Takisho not really caring for the fact that he had been cut by a Kunai wielded by the man. This base, a rather dark one, very little sunlight got in as the sun was far in the sky, and the base was rather far underground, one way out would be the elevator which only a Senju could have used, due to it being made of wood. He would go back in the room he had came from, and pick up the book which had been laid next to the scroll which told the story of his life.

[Topic closed.]