Unsealing the sword [training, solo]

Arcanis sat down as he did every night to do his evening meditation.  Today was different something felt off.  Maybe it was the  think air that hung over the village.  Maybe it was the uneasiness in Arcanis soul.  He had been battling with the voice in his head since his parents had died and now the wave of presence just seemed normal to him.  Wrath had grown used to Arcanis as well.  He no longer cursed Arcanis verbally in his head.  If anything Wrath was beginning to respect Arcani as his host.  This worked for Arcanis because it meant that he would have less people wanting him dead.  But it wasn’t Wrath that Arcanis sensed this evening.  His meditation was interrupted by another presence.  Another chakra.  He felt the chakra like a fine mist crawling along the ground.  It wasn’t powerful or even threatening, but it was ominous.  Arcanis moved to the window to gaze out into the night.  The lights of Konoha were just beginning to disappear as the inhabitants of this luscious and prosperous village began to head off to bed.  But Arcanis didn’t sense the chakra from outside.  The chakra came from inside the room.  The feeling came from his gear packed in the corner.  Investigating his bag he prepared himself for something to attempt to attack or even try to catch him in a genjutsu.  But the bag was not the source.  The chakra came from the sword propped up against the bag.  Arc’s face distorted into some mix of fear surprise worry and delight.  Reaching out his hand to take the sword he paused but Wrath remained silent.  Sometimes Wrath liked to put in a word of caution if Arcanis was in danger.  It was also his body too after all.  And he liked to remind Arcanis from time to time by taking it over.  But The room and arc’s head were quiet, forboding.  It was like the breath before the plunge.  Picking up the sword Arcanis began to reflect on the stories surrounding this weapon.  The sword was known as the Hunger Blade.  The Devourer.  It was known by many names, mainly because it had no name.  In the past the sword was wielded in battle drawing the blood of many Tyrants and putting down many rebellions.  The blade had been used to keep the balance of nations before his Clan had sealed the sword away.  But if it was sealed why did Arcanis sense this palpable chakra coming from it?  Was there a possibility the sword most be used once again to return the balance to the world?  Arcanis looked at the finely crafted sheath and hilt and gazed for quite a while at the seal around the blade.  Arcanis could almost hear the blade whisper to him.  Pulling the seal off Arcanis wrapped his hand around the hilt of the sword and for the first time in ages drew it from its sheath.  The long blade shone black in the low light of the room.  The blade was razor sharp and Arcanis could make out the faint shimmering aura of the blade.  This blade drove arcanis’ nerves wild but one thought stood above the rest.  This blade was going to define him as a ninja.  He would hold it through his rise in power and he will be associated with it for years to come.  Sitting down again Arcanis lay the sword across his lap and drew in a long breath becoming accustomed to the new chakra that would be at his side for a long time.  This was the beginning, Arcanis thought.
TWC: 601
[exit]

Requesting 3 stat 6 jp Sword of sealing increase to unsealed, 601 words becoming accustomed to the swords chakra.

Approved i guess