The Abyss [Private]

And so it was that Xyxer Gyojin, the only member of the reformed Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, sat in Tengakure. He was in a small apartment, one that could be likened to his house back in Kirigakure No Sato before it was rudely destroyed by a mob of super powered peasants. Involuntary shivers shook his body erratically which had ended with Xyxer needing to rub his own cheek and chin to soothe himself. It reminded him of when he was a child with no care in the world but achieving Genin rank! Just another brick in the wall. He did not have to worry about civilian casualties or being killed for a Mangekyo Sharingan; the worries of being a dog in a wolf world were not weighing on his shoulders. He understood why Susan from down the street had suicided. He could actually sympathise with people now. It was not a useful skill for him, granted, considering he still did not care for most. His thoughts however, were interrupted by the snaking of a droplet of water down his face, seeming to leave a temporary scar where it passed.

He needed a new world. The Abyss was a longing for him, something to save him from the depravity of the world that was cold enough to force his hand in killing his parents, to make him watch the execution of his Sensei, to make him squeeze the heart of a girl that just wanted to leave a village. A new world was needed. He did not want to create a new one with his mind.. No, being deluded was not the intention of Xyxer. He did not want a poxy world that was crafted within his mind that existed only in another plane.. He wanted his world in this one.

This one.

No, he would not be the deluded one. That would be others. He would force his will upon others. Minds are a fickle thing, he knew this by now with all of the.. experiments he had carried out when he was an ANBU. Experiments of how brave people truly were when their family was involved.. It seemed to him that heros did not exist in this world, and that was fine by him. Heroes would only make his life boring. Even if a hero was to arise from the ruins of the world and attempt to stop him, he would just do what he would do to anyone else.. He would make them experience a new world.

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This time it was different. There were spasms in his body that shook him as if his organs themselves were thrashing to escape the confines of his skeleton. The palpitations of his heart seemed to match the cackling of the moon. It's thin, jagged lips that exposed the teeth that could make a shark's heart melt. The moon needed no eyes, it's power reached over all whether they wanted it to or not. It was quite glorious. Another palpitation threw his body. The moon was no longer a concern of his, this time it was the male that stood in front of him.. His father. It was if as he was still in Kirigakure No Sato and his father was giving him a lecture.. But the words did not go in. They seemed like gibberish.. Why was his father speaking gibberish? Was something wrong with his voice box? 

He dived his head into the male's neck and felt his teeth scrape the delicate flesh.. So delicate.. They clamped tighter than a frogs anus, securely touching one another with the throat of the male within. It was nice to be able to be so close to his father once more, it was.. quite interesting. The way he got to meet his father once more from the afterlife, and he was killing him again. He did not swallow the flesh, instead he spat it back out as if that would make the deed any less crazy. Then he felt the back of his hand grace his fathers cheekbone, shattering it instantly and sending the old fellow to go sprawling straight into a brick wall, much like when a sociopath throws a litter of kittens one by one at a wall, just to see what it's like.

Then just like that, he was drowning. Water clogged up his throat and he was drowning. The ground beneath hims was wet and so was he.. He was drowning in a forest. Looking up at the moon that seemed to lack it's previous grin, he shivered as his body rested in the water.. Wait, no.. that was his body. Angling his head to look down, he noticed his body was quite wet.. because it was a puddle. His head slowly started to melt and join the puddle.. This truly was what drowning was like he realised. He spent a few minutes as a puddle, it wasn't too bad of a life really unless someone stepped in you. He needed to become human again though.. so he lifted a hand out. Wait, no, he did not lift a hand out as he did not have one he was a puddle. Multiple failed attempts started to annoy the male until he finally started to phase a finger, then another.. then the hand.. Slowly, he was clambering out of the puddle. His arm was out now, then his hea dwas back out, then his other arm.. Wrenching  himself out, he looked own to notice there was no water.. It was a weird dream. He started to walk out of the forest, wondering what he was doing in there in his dream.. He walked and walked until he reached his house, opened the door and fell into his bed, engaging his slumber.

Nazeroth.. Lazarus... Atrox. Who were they? Why would they spend moments in his body? A cold sweat ran over him as if someone was dripping condensed ice over his body. Man, it did not feel good at all. Which one was it this time, he wondered.. He shrugged this off soon enough as the musings of an insecure fellow, I mean, everyone has a few voices in their head so no need for Xyxer to act like a pretty little pink princess.

He sat in the center of a room he had made for himself in his house. It was barren side for a single mat, perhaps it was a meditation room. He sat there on the mat with his legs crossed, his hands rested on his knees. Thoughts poured through his head now.. Dreams of past glory and perhaps.. love interests. They were all dead now. Everything was dead for Xyxer. He was in his own hell. When will it end?

3k from conversion + words from thiis topic = 4124 WC, Claiming Sharingan Genjutsu

[you dont have 3k wc from the conversion bro o.o]

My bad, misread it. What do I get for Faceless then?

Once more he was in the same setting.. but this time he was not in his room. He was elsewhere. A different realm.. It was devoid of anything and everything. Wait, no.. it wasn't. He wished it was, but it wasnt. There was flesh everywhere.. Cuts of flesh torn and mangled.. yet they seemed to stick together. They formed the walls, roof and floor.. He could feel them pulsating.. the sign of life. He couldn't move, however, that was a luxury he could not afford in this world. He opened his eyes.. No, they were already open.. He moved his hand, but the hand was moving before he could even think about it.. Everything here made him feel as if he was hypersensitive.. Even his nose could smell fire before he could see it.. Wait, he could smell fire? No, it wasn't fire.. It was water. He could smell dampness. His heartbeat doubled for a few seconds and then returned to it's usual, paced beat. He had learned to not care too much for things when he was in the ANBU back in Kirigakure No Sato.. but times have changed, and his training had grown quite.. out of practice. Memories flooded his mind, sorrows of chances not taken and dreams left unconquered. If he had just said.. a few words.. his life could be so very different now..

He could be happy.

But that was not going to happen for him.. He couldn't be happy now. His suffering, the suffering of others.. it was no longer enough to quench the beast that lurked within him. The beast of Kirigakure No Sato.. The demon he had inherited from his village when he had left and his family slaughtered.. His brother.. slaughtered.. His cousin.. slaughtered. Denkiteki.. he was not slaughtered. He was alive. Kenchi, his brother, was alive.. Rin.. Rin was dead.. Yusuke was alive.. The numbers of the people he had came with dwindled.. Denkiteki, he did not come with.. He was never in the war, he knew now. He bore no scars nor any resemblance to a past of Kirigakure.. He was unfazed by the events that had occurred there.. He was nothing like the bloody mist, nor were the others.. He was alone, forever secluded. Sameonna.. she was no longer. Shinji.. Shinji Uzumaki had stolen his mentor's life.. In front of him. The scene played out before Xyxer once more on the fleshy walls, providing a flashback where he was in the exact same position and could see everyone else.. The bottle of water of his mentor.. spilling. His sensei.. dropping to the floor with the leakage of blood clear.. She was not one.. she was split. She was the saviour of Kirigakure. She should have been the Mizukage. She was skilled.. She was a Hoshigaki, the only clan that Xyxer looked up to in admiration. She was.. beautiful. Xyxer felt a twinge in his face, it was not of his lips.. there was no frown apparent nor a smile. His eyes twitched once more and the boy begged for the room to allow him to move his hands.. He begged for him to be able to cover his face and weep for the loss of such a.. friend. There was no one to see him in this world but himself, but he still believed he needed to wear a mask. Behind a mask.. people do not truly know who you are. They can not know your emotions, they can not see how much you have been harmed.. Behind a mask, you are everlasting.. You can be an icon and scar people for life. A mask.. a mask is the greatest thing that could happen to Xyxer. He should know, he spent most of his life in one.. And now that his was cracked he could feel all of his emotions spewing from it. Hatred, sorrow, romance, euphoria. Everything.

Everything cut through him like a life.. Flashbacks of Sameonna played through his mind. Her smile.. She taught him the way of the Tsunami.. and he had forgot it.. Her secret she had bestowed upon him he had lost. He kept the gem he had received from her however, and he also kept the skill she had taught him.. The mastery of Suiton. It was the only way he could keep himself somewhat sane. Such a young life.. Ripped from the world and threw into the bowels of the afterlife by a person he had considered a leader.. Shinji Uzumaki. The name would remain with him for a while, perhaps one day he would erase the name.. He remembered now, the breakage of Kenchi's limb.. he recalled how they were best buddies.. how he had taught him to such a degree that Kenchi was now able to fight him quite well.. He was the only person that was close to him now with the absence of Sameonna.. and he had broke his arm. A twinge played inside of Xyxer's body, causing his chest to burst and for Xyxer to awaken from his unpleasant dream. He was in a pool of sweat on his floor.. He was no longer a person, he knew. He was nothing but a shell. Nothing but a man that wanted a place, but he would not be graced with one. Perhaps one day he would avenge the person who had shown him the way, or perhaps he will crumble into dust before that day.. Only the crooked fingers of time would tell.

[916 WC]

2k from Conversion, + 1124 WC + 916 WC

4040 WC

Claiming the genjutsu I wanted earlier
+ 2040 WC to learning the 5k WC of the Soul Amethyst

Approved of Appropriate Rewards?

And so it was that Xyxer Gyojin, one of the few remaining survivors of Kirigakure No Sato, the bloody misty village, strolled casually through the woods. He was attempting to clear his mind after witnessing the body of his fri- no, his now DECEASED friend. A lot of his.. friends seemed to be heading that way. Dead.. Truly, death couldn't be that inevitable.. Then again, Xyxer was very good at deluding himself.. He wasn't sane as most people would be classed, no, most people would call him insane. He killed animals, a psychopathic tendency. He enjoyed killing humans even more, which kinda supports the theory that he could be a psychopath. Regardless, Xyxer was not strolling through the woods like a normal person would, no, he was not walking without a care in the world he was doing it for other purposes.. He was invisible here. No one could see him but a shinobi with chakra sensory, but that too would soon change as he was training that jutsu right now in fact. It was all thanks to a new jutsu that he had recently acquired during his.. how should we put it.. investigations? He noticed how some people were capable of being unseen by many people, walking through entire crowds and not being noticed by a single person.. Well, they might be seen, but truly seen. People could even look straight through them is what Xyxer learnt, they essentially became.. nothing. They were there, but they weren't at the same time. In consciousness they were, their body too was there, but they actually were not as their body was.. invisible? Xyxer did not know the basics of the jutsu all too well yet but that was what this day was about; learning more about something that could prove to be a very helpful tool later on in his short life. He had heard, however, from a man that he had detained when he had found him using such a jutsu, that it was the essence of bending light around your body so that you could effectively not be caught by the light rays that were needed to expose you.. the things that reflected into everybody's eyes and gave them vision. So in essence, this jutsu was about darkness, he believed. Then again, Xyxer was never one for making too much sense or knowing a lot. It was one of his faults really, even if he was an ANBU he did not seem to care too much for knowledge, no, his specialty laid in brute force and unrestrained speed. He did not have any information on how long this jutsu could be held for, nor if it would still work while you perform physical acts such as punching, swishing your sword like a one armed pirate with a parrot that burped chakra fireballs. [WIP]