The Onset of Insanity

And so it was that on this fateful day, well, it was not truly fateful, if anything it was a rather dull day in Tengakure with the clouds above the Tenkage's Skyscraper casting a glum scene over the entire village, causing Xyxer to think about a few things that had occurred during his time of being alive, and well, of being in the village of two different places, of being born in the mighty village that had been named Kirigakure No Sato, the village renowned for it's bloody villagers, and of course, it's signature thick dense mist that he heard had once choked a new born baby to it's death purely because it was such a weak baby.. Why, of course that was a old rumour that had weaved it's way across the village of Kirigakure No Sato much like a disease paves it's way through the blood of the host it is currently confined to, and sooner or later, the disease spreads, and that was the case of the mist that suffocated children if they were too weak to be considered a part of this noble village, and once or twice Xyxer had wondered on that tale and whether it had been true, because even though he loved the village that had raised him and stopped him from being ravaged by the fangs of the wolves that lurked outside of it's heavy gates and on the borders of it's proud village, he was sure that there were at least some shinobi inside of the village that were weaker than shinobi that had been trained in other places, shinobi that were, even though born of Kirigakure's life force, not truly of Kirigakure's spirit and desire to grow into a symbol of pure power and hatred. On the other hand, he was also raised inside the walls of Tengakure No Sato, the village that was in the moon country and was renowned for it's skyscrapers which were also rumoured to even graze the feet of the gods, stretching so high and towering over all before them, they were quite an attractive and and imposing tourist attraction which was a reason as to why Tengakure had received so much ryo in it's years of existance, so much so that they were able to become the most technologically advanced village out of every village that was currently in existance, it was a glorious place to be and it was even better to be a kage that such village, the Tenkage he was even though he did not truly know whether he deserved that title, but alas, it was forced onto his shoulders and whom was he to refuse the people what they needed? They needed a strong leader whom would guide them into a new era, an era of power and confidence, one that the shinobi of Tengakure surely required as they had been so passive their entire lives or at least, that was all Xyxer had seen of the shinobi that was housed within the study, tall walls of this village, and it was quite upsetting for him to see such a degeneration in the ranks of shinobi, and to know that his very own village was under the yoke of this village when the shinobi here were too frightened to even engage in interesting fights or even dare go out onto missions that could possibly result in the ending of their lives, their complete lack of need.. Their desire for danger seemed to be erased unlike any other shinobi, but while Xyxer had been the kage, while Takeo had been the kage as well, there was a difference, he noted.. More people seemed to be around, more of them seemed to be making their presence known, and it was not too long ago that Xyxer had came into knowledge that were was in a fact a Jinchuriki under his roof, and it was weird for the male as he had never known that before despite being the head ANBU here for a long time, it was such a queer, fickle thing.. But now, that boy's life was being protected personally by Xyxer as well as every other shinobi inside of the village, with the exception of Bar because he chats shit oocly about people and then acts pleasant to them icly, because a chameleon changes colours but some of them are dicks for each time they change, because well, some chameleons are quite retarded when it comes to hiding their true identity. Alas, however, it was around about this time that Xyxer had started pondering on things.. He was wondering whether the rank that he was currently cursed with, whether this rank was truly his, whether he truly wanted to be known as the Tenkage, a Kage of the village that had forced his own village under it to show their greater power, a village that had been renowned for it's.. paper constructs because their previous leader, Zachariah, the one whom had denied Xyxer his right to greater power and the ability to save his village that was consequentially destroyed when the person he had entrusted with the bijuu had deserted the village during it's greatest time of need.
Of course, he could not say much about that himself, the Wrath of Tengakure had actually left the village himself in an attempt to get stronger, he had wanted to join the ranks of Sameonna Hoshigaki, the legendary Sannin of the bloody mist.. a woman that was truly missed by Xyxer, even to this day and she would forever be missed by Xyxer, a constant reminder of his failures as a shinobi due to his inability to protect her when she was murdered by his own Tenkage, Shinji Uzumaki, the head of the uzumakis in a deft display of speed where he had executed her for being.. What, a traitor? Xyxer found that hard to swallow, but at least he had retained her ANBU garments, he truly did miss her.. However, even in her death she still remained, she would forever be a part of Xyxer, either in his mind or in the empty heard that only her nurture could fill, her fire, her passion would remain, beating inside the cavity that she once filled with her tenderness, the comradeship and trusting she had put into Xyxer.. A quality he could never quite get right himself, as he instantly sought the badness in people, but his Sensei, Sameonna Hoshigaki, had always sought the good inside of a person, even when there was very little of it, but she did always do what she believed was right, she even prevented her strongest and most loyal shinobi from executing a stray person following them, which was very weird to Xyxer, but her heart was made of gold much like Yusukes and it intrigued Xyxer as to  how such a bloody woman could still harness a heart of pure adoration. Regardless, that was not currently what was on the head of Xyxer, weighing down his thoughts as if he had committed a foul atrocity, because well, in actual fact, he had..

In the olden days when he was but a pup sucking at the teat of his mother, Kirigakure No Sato, Xyxer Gyojin was unaware of his true beginnings, the path that he was truly supposed to be set out upon in order to claim his glory.. In order to follow his destiny and become the person his parents had always said he could be. He strayed from the path that had been assigned to him when he was born, he was sure of it, this path.. the bloody path that he had carved out of the people before him, this could not be the born destiny of any man or shinobi, this could not be the true calling of a shinobi.. No, only a monster could forge the crimson lake in which he drowned, the bloodied cobbles in which he was forced to tread, forever recalling the deeds he had committed.. But, there was something different about Xyxer when he recalled such events.. His heart did not not care too much for certain actions in which he knew he should care.. He did not truly wish to admit it, but he had actually allowed his conditioning to stay with him and shape him into whom he was today, the cold, merciless killer that was bred from the underworld of the Hidden Mist and carried inside of him a demon that was ten fold more terrifying than anything that was previously conjured inside of the dangerous walls of Kirigakure, no, Sameonna had a demon inside of her, she truly was a demon of the Hidden Mist.. but to him, she was an angel that had set him out on a different path.. She made his path less bloody, she had gave his tunnel a light at the end of the long, arduous road. However, demons could only satiate themselves on the love of another for only so long, and the one that Xyxer had craved was the one thing he could no longer receive, as the cool mistress that was known as Fate had sought to do. The life of his sensei wiped out before him, the fire beating inside of her chest extinguished with the mere passing of the shinobi that was Shinji.. That was why it was the job of Xyxer, he owed it to the woman that had shown him so much kindness, such hospitality to a man that before had never felt a connection to a person.. The female that had given Xyxer the power of empathy and emotions. It was a saddening tale to further comprehend the situation that he was truly in, a shark that was patrolling the high seas alone, his squadron entirely wiped from the face of the earth with no way of resurrection, a mere artifact of his archaic times, prolonging his own physical and emotional suffering.. He had to appease the spirit that was Sameonna, she would still be watching him from the after life after all, right? Or at least, he would hope so.. He did miss the girl a lot, in fact, he tended to just randomly see her during random events, her face giving Xyxer a new perspective on a situation, one that he would have entirely missed and forcing him to make bad decisions, not only as a Kage, but as a member of the ANBU operatives he would have made a plethora of terrible decisions, his wrath no longer the only way that he could use to handle a situation which he was unsure about.. It was strange, you know, having so many feelings for one that was currently being welcomed by the dead and welcomed into their cold, etheral arms, becoming a piece of them and joining them in the glorious afterlife where all of the great ones fluttered, a prize for the strong, one worthy of their efforts in the real world in order to grant them the best eternity for what could be.. Oh, how he longed to meet Sameonna in that place, how he wished he could force his own way in this world, carving all puny morsels that dare stand before him, he didn't want to be stuck in some pitiful afterlife where all of the meek were forced, content with the world around them which was now the best it could be.. Not a true utopia. He wished to be on the fields with Sameonna, using both their cunning and their sheer strength to overwhelm the other great people, their prey.

The afterlife he wished for was the life he could never reach, but that merely gave him even more reason to lay waste on those that had cruely stole the woman of his dreams from his arms.. In doing so, he was burdened with a great purpose, one that would surely make his name, Xyxer Gyojin, be etched onto every statue that would ever be erected in his village.. Kirigakure No Sato or Tengakure No Sato, it was of little importance, even if he did care for the mist more than the heights. However, there was even a time before he had ever met the angel that would come to be his guardian, when he was merely an Academy Student, set about on his ways of terrorising the students he considered beneath him.. The one that not only wanted to succeed as a shinobi, but wanted to crush the people around him that wanted to even dare aspire to be as great as he was. He wanted them to know that they were nothing to him but dirt, he was the lion, they the gazelles. He had even requested the Mizukage to have his genin exam be just like the traditional ones before the Hokage had forced Kirigakure to bend the knee and accept their weakling genin exams, he did not want to do a simple demonstration of jutsus in front of a class, no.. He wanted to show his combat power, his finesse, he wanted to be allowed to fight one of his classmates, or anybody, to the death in order for his rank up to genin, he wanted to be able to show that he was the future of the village, he was a person made of pure hatred and unrivaled joy for combat, but alas, his intense desire for a genin exam that would result in the death of at least one other villager was denied, and so he was, forced to also bend the knee to the shinobi in Konohagakure and pay homage to their victories over his people, doing their own genin exams as if he was one of them.. It made him feel sick, a clog in his throat of phlegm, but when one is defeated, surely, they must understand that and be content with it, for if they are not able to instantly react, what point would their anger be when they are unable to back it up with the force of their own hands? Naturally, the boy had passed his exams with very little fault, even being called a prodigy by some children in his class, but the opinions of children were not what mattered to him.. No, he was destined for more than this. He was not content with just being a genin, this was merely a stepping stone to the greater power he knew awaited him. With an even greater desire to show his power, he now took matters into his own hands, even venturing out into the country borders without the fear of missing shinobi as he was not one to be a coward, hell, he had even got himself executed purely because of his determination to not bend the knee to a few missing shinobi that wished to acquire his eye, he wasn't a pussy like that, he was Xyxer Gyojin, A shinobi hailing from the Bloody Mist, and oh boy, was he going to bring that village back with the blood being even thicker than syrup. He had been involved in numerous spars in the country borders, meeting shinobi of virtually every village in them and then deciding to show the might of Kirigakure via destroying them in combat. It was an effective medium, he had discovered, as he had never lost a single fight in the borders and as such, his own ego was built upon.. Developed into one of self confessed loving and the believing of his own power, he truly did believe he was the future of the mist, he truly did believe he was one that the Mizukage should look out for, grant him as much power as he wishes and then sit in his throne, smiling at the bloodshed that Xyxer would produce.. Grinning as the blood that Xyxer taxed from his enemies drowned entire villages, gushing over their villages in one foul sweeping tidal wave, crushing all whom opposed the mist, and they would suffer dearly with their loved ones being executed.. His exploits at the country borders were not the only ones he had had, of course, he had accepted many missions in his time, even deciding to aid some in their own due to his even greater desire for power and ryo.. Missions were a good way to get his name known, he knew that and so he wanted the Mizukage to recognise this one shinobi.. He wished for the Mizukage to recognise the powerhouse that was Xyxer Gyojin, the blade of the mist that swept through shinobi as if they were nothing in it's great cleaving path.

 He recalled one particular mission he had embarked upon.. One where he had joined two other shinobi, Rin and Kenchi.. Oh how he missed them both dearly. Kenchi had made a blood pact with the Wrath of Tengakure, both swearing their lives down to protect the other, and Xyxer had failed his brother.. He had been unable to protect him, he did not even know where the glorious, battle hardy man now was.. It upset him greatly, so much so that Xyxer was happy with the change in his own appearance, imagining that it was a breaking of the past, a futile attempt to break off the tether that he had to the two of them.. Rin, a user of wood release, he was also a great man in the eyes of Xyxer, one truly blessed by Sameonna, she had denied Rin passage into the afterlife after all, even from Xyxer's judgement. In this particular mission however, they all had their jobs.. They were attacking from below, Xyxer would attack from the top, back when times were much simpler for him and he could simply teleport, but of course, he didn't know he could teleport so let's pretend he didn't, ya? He had executed every person on the roof of the building, the one where the degenerates and the criminals were hiding, slowly making his way down with crimson soon becoming the new colour of choice for Xyxer's face, body and the walls of the rooms and halls. It was a glorious day to be a shinobi born of Kirigakure, and it was then that he remembered when he found the people they were hunting for.. the Crime family, all cowering together inside of one small room, the office of the leader, in dire hopes that their guards were of ample use to protect them from the tidal wave that this trio was. Of course, Xyxer was much more sadistic back in those times, and he had reacted to their betrayal of the village just as he would do now, but.. with perhaps a tad more sadism. He had slaughtered the two children in front of the fathers and mothers eyes, the breaking of mentality was always a glorious thing to Xyxer, he did enjoy seeing just how much a person would change when their entire meaning was wiped from their lives, it was ironic too, considering what Xyxer Gyojin himself had gone through. The father was saved to last, even accepting his own death by this point, but Xyxer did not make it easy on the poor fellow, he had crammed sharks composed of water down his throat, devouring him from the inside out and causing a bloody mess, one that Kenchi and Rin surely would remember. Having left the building, it was promptly destroyed along with the twisted acts of Xyxer, another glorious day indeed. It was of that mission, that Xyxer had found himself in the company of the Mizukage, speaking casually about the chance of Xyxer being a potential ANBU Operative, there was just one requirement.. He had to fight the Mizukage, but he was not only told that.. he was given one more incentive in order to attain this power, although he would not have needed any more requirements as he simply loved to fight and would have razed an entire village to the ground just so he could reach ANBU. He was told that Kirigakure would soon be receiving a new group, one that could protect them and serve as a great title for Xyxer.. There was going to be a revival of the fabled squadron, the Seven Swordsmen of the Hidden Mist, and if he defeated the Mizukage in combat then he could be inducted into it, it's first member. He was greatly motivated by this, fighting the Mizukage with very little care for his own life, he merely wanted to destroy his opponent, to get the power that he had been promised and show that he had even more stored inside of him, just waiting to be released.. And so it was, that Xyxer without a bijuu had defeated the Mizukage and his three tails, a bijuu that he had never seen.. but had heard great rumours of in Kirigakure, he would have to find that beast and seal it within himself.. He was not merely a demon by name, he would truly be a demon in reality with the demon that was the Sanbi helping him, influencing his actions and granting him the power to destroy any whom wished to be stronger than him.. To crush any opponent that wanted to even dare think of laying waste to Kirigakure No Sato. This idea had carried on for Xyxer even to this day, as he was now practicing the new element he was supposed to be able to have.. The one of the earth, but a more practiced form of it.. The wood release he had been promised. He remained concentrating on the bonsai tree, attempting to mold it to his will.

After his victory against the Mizukage, Xyxer was appointed the first member of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, even granted his very own unique sword. Not only that, he was also appointed the new position of power.. ANBU; his great combat skills however had not only achieved the title of ANBU, was given even MORE than that, he was given the title of ANBU Captain.. After one fight with the Mizukage, he had demonstrated enough power to be considered easily capable of leading a squadron of killers, of eliminating any task that could even dare think about attacking the wondrous village that was Kirigakure. In his new role, Xyxer performed many things.. He did missions, he executed petty thieves and even broke down dens of bulbous proportions. He enjoyed the dense mist of the village, even if it was not as bloody as he liked.. He did wish for it to taste more of iron, but alas, that would be a time soon to come.. Just, not with the blood that Xyxers had wished, or at least, too much of it. Xyxer himself had found himself enforcing the new decrees of the Mizukage, ones that could be considered tyrannical and uncalled for, one such decree being that anybody entering or exiting the village would have to be executed where they stand.. And of course, Xyxer was very polite about such an event and enforced it as his leader demanded, and that was why, when one girl had attempted to exit the village of Kirigakure No Sato, The Abysswalker had lurched forwards and tore through her torso with his hand, grasping her heart and tearing it from her open chest in a brazen display of blood, a grand offering to all those whom wished to see a display of power.. the true difference in ranks amongst the meek and the powerful. It was around this time that Xyxer would, along with his clan brother, meet the famed sannin called Sameonna Hoshigaki, one that had drowned the village of Konohagakure befoer it's rebirth.. Her gaze had captivated him and her openness to him straight off the bat, her pure acceptance of him suddenly being a worthy ally, it was weird, she seemed to have appraised him before he had her and considered him worthy enough of traveling along with her, aiding her in whatever endeavors she would engage in.. Perhaps he was tugged by lust, perhaps his desire for power had yanked him from the strings of the Mizukage and into the strings of the daughter of Poseidon.. He would never know, but he had joined her new group.. The Aoitsuki, the auracite of the Taurus still remaining with him to this very day and would last with him until his very last breath on this world. Enraptured by the girl in some aspect, he had learned much from her, her ways in the mastery of suiton was perhaps the most notable one alongside her proficiency in a new element.. the Tsunami element, one that he had not been able to carry on himself, most unfortunately. He had left the village he considered home, believing Kirigakure No Sato to be in capable hands with the Jinchuriki that was his kage, he had sought his own purpose.. His own greater reason to be on the world, his own kleos. On his travels through the sea with Sameonna and Kenchi, they had found a straddler.. Rin, the one that he had engaged on a mission with all the time back in Kirigakure, but Xyxer did not greet him with kindness, even if he did wave.. Oh no, that was merely a distraction for when Rin would react, Xyxer was sought on instantly delivering cruel justice to him, kicking him in the back of the head for an instant kill. However, Sameonna had saw to it that he would not die on that day, forever blessing him with the kiss of an angel, Xyxer himself even gathered some respect for the straddler that in any other case he would not care for, but alas, that was all to be for nothing when he died in the village of Tengakure, most like his sensei and his brothers. He had discovered a new power in his sharingan upon his death, but the loss of a friend was not what he had desired for the greatness of power he had received.. No, that was just the beginning of the demons realisation.. He was not a true demon, he was merely a hollow person, his feelings slowly being sucked up by the cruel environment all around him, a mere product of the atrocities that he had suffered at the hands of other shinobi and even his own kage. He had always been used for his strength, rarely for his companionship.. Kenchi and Sameonna were the only two he had ever felt truly appreciated by, everyone else always seemed distant to him.. callous, cold hearted.. It was not a life that anybody would wish to endure, and yet, Xyxer was forced to bear the burden on his shoulders as if he was a titan going by the name of Atlas, holding an entire world of hating humans and doubt upon his very shoulders, straining and grunting with every breath he took, the strain immeasurable, but he continued, for it was his curse.

However, a twist in fate would have presented Xyxer with a curious case in the village that was to be known as Tengakure.. He had been separated from Sameonna for quite some time, the stragglers having followed behind himself and it was one of his first times leading a group that wasn't purely on a mission of pure vindication or aggression, he was truly one person leading others on a path of survival, in charge of the lives of many shinobi.. Yusuke, Rin, and Kenchi.. The three names he could remember of the people he had left with, and arriving outside of the walls of Tengakure was him, Rin and Yusuke.. The trio. It was there that he had met Shinji Uzumaki, the Tenkage at the time of a village that had had it's own hand dirtied in the tar of betrayal, the paint cascading over the village that was his own.. Access to the village that had been granted by the Tenkage as well as a restoral of the rank that Xyxer held, he was once more made the captain of an ANBU squad despite his sudden appearance, clearly, people must have heard of his tales and his overwhelming strength and fortitude. On the other hand, not everyone was as bright as it appeared to be. It was around this time that Xyxer had received news from a carrier pidgeon, one that carried a great burden, one that would not be exiting the clutch of Xyxer alive, for the male, as evolved as he had became from the wise words of Sameonna, still held within himself the primal desire that any being had.. The primal desire for revenge and aggression, and when the bird revealed the information on the destruction of Kirigakure No Sato, moments after he had left, Xyxer felt a deep guttural burning, an etheral hand clutched at his throat and threatened to extinguish his life within one foul swoop.. But no, Xyxer could not allow such news to also kill him. If his village was now dead, he would have to do what the village needed.. He would have to remain alive, he would need to resurrect the great village that once was, smothered into ruin by the likes of various missing shinobi.. It was now that the one that he been known as The Abysswalker, a demonic entity that had prowled the streets of Kirigakure No Sato much like a horrifying nightmare, his very tale being told to children all around the village as if it was merely a rumour, one used to deter the children of that era from the path of crime that they had sought for an easy life.. Oh no, the Abysswalker had showed the entire village that crime did not pay, except in severings and maimings. It was amusing, through the acts that Xyxer had employed on criminals, the rate of crime had dropped severely, but that was not the only thing, the entirety of Kirigakure seemed to be a much more respectable community, perhaps the threat of a lurking demon scared the entirety of the populace into submission.. Perhaps that truly was his purpose.

To be a symbol.

To be hated.

To be feared.

He did not know what his own purpose was, he just felt a great desire for killing.. He always had, homicide had always been one of the most pleasurable activities in his books, in fact, he had even believed himself at one moment in time where he had believed he had no greater goal in life than to kill, that his sole existance was to live for the next kill.. The thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline pumping through your veins when you feel the life blood of your foe gushing over your hands in a cleansing bath. But, now, the male had become uncertain on his true purpose.. The only purpose that was clear to him, was his desire for even more strength. He had great control over water, his ambitions now surfaced in the form of a new clutch for power.. the power of a famed clan, the Senju and their awe striking wood release. As such, he continued with his focusing on the bonsai tree, still attempting to inflict his will upon it.


[Part 1]

5220/10000 for flashblade

As 5000 words have passed, retrying for the Senju Bloodline please.

Approving and rolling

The member 'Youka' has done the following action : Roll Dice/Flip Coin

'Lucky Coin' : 1

The daughter of Poseidon had provided him with a new one, she had made him see the error of his ways and how uncontrolled wrath could lead to an eerie demise, perhaps, he was   not truly a demon.. Maybe he was scared of what he truly was, merely a demon in title.. Perhaps he truly was hollow inside and the feeling of being a demon was the only one   that had prevented him from going insane.. Was he insane before the entire event had occurred? He could scarcely remember his past now, attempting to block it out from his   memories when ever the chance came up as the destruction of ones home village was always a very tantalising experience.. He had even visited the ruins numerous times, but   still, no matter how much he saw the dead littering the floors of the ocean and the once great temples crumbling under the weight of the sea, he could not bring himself to   believe that this was the end of the bloody mist.. No, he needed to make that name live on in the entire world. They must remember the horror that was Kirigakure No Sato, the   machine that bred the most cold hearted of individuals, truly, serial killers and mass murderers.. The worst of the bunch that were the most valuable mercenaries, the greatest   sell swords in the land.. They all came from Kirigakure No Sato, and Xyxer had became one of them momentarily, but his allegiance to others was never guaranteed, his   allegiance from that day on had been solely to Kirigakure No Sato and it's villagers.. He would have easily slaughtered a Sannin if it meant in the protection of a genin that   hailed from Kirigakure No Sato, his villagers were far more esteemed in his eyes than anyone else ever could be. Inside of this new village, Xyxer, still recovering from his   trauma upon hearing the destruction of his village, sought a new life.. He made new friends and allies, even befriending the former Tenkage, it was a curious friendship that   the two had shared but, for all of the time after that the two seemed to have shared a bond that was difficult to break, but alas, the Tenkage had succeeded in the severing of   the bond. He had invited two missing shinobi inside of the village and effectively handed Xyxer Gyojin over to the two men, allowing his only valued asset to be criticized by   a pair of missing shinobi that desired only one thing from Xyxer.. An eye that they believed he had stolen from them. Naturally, Xyxer could not back down in such a position,   he would never be able to live with himself if he had voluntarily stepped down and surrendered an eye to two missing shinobi, even if they were of a high rank. Alas, it   appeared the two would alleviate him of such a burden that living was, executing him with virtually no resistance from the person he had once considered a friend, his jutsus   having fell through at the last moment in a blurring display of speed, his limbs separated from his body in what was supposed to be the most painful moments of his life.. But   that was a curious thing, Xyxer had noted.. The last moments of his life had not been of pain, but of an understanding.. A greater meaning to life. The pain he felt at that   moment was not the pain that one would traditionally experience.. He felt an enlightenment. Death was not something that people should be afraid of, he had realised, but more   so, an old friend that should be embraced. A person that would loom over you throughout your entire life, paying close attention to you until it was his very own time to   befriend you. Xyxer was sure he had seen the face of death, creeping ever closer towards him during his painful moments.. He could not remember much about the face, however,   except the tranquility that it had brought him when he had saw it.. Perhaps that was why Xyxer was so reckless with his life now, he missed the face.. He wished to embrace the   life long friend he had never had a chance to truly meet.. He had became different after that event, after his body was reincarnated inside of the ruins of Kirigakure, the   true birth place of any swordsman, regardless of it's condition being under water or not. He had spent a small amount of time there getting reused to his surroundings,   realising whom he truly was and dwelling on the thought of death and how he had experienced it, but had been given one of the greatest taunting moments in how he was unable to   succeed, much like when it was the first time he had awakened one of the strongest doujutsu in the world, the mangekyo sharingan, his utter helplessness when he witnessed a   shinobi from Kirigakure No Sato, quite comedically, slip and land on a kunai which severed their spine and consequentially executed him before the eyes of both Rin and Xyxer,   quite an intimate moment that the two would only be able to share together as there were no other witnesses to the foul event that had occurred. Once he was finished in the ruins of Kirigakure, it was time for Xyxer to return to the village that had betrayed him and find his allies once more, however, his wrath had   been somewhat tamed now.. He was somewhat grateful for the experience to meet death in all of it's bountiful glory, although he was not grateful that his dog had been stolen   and most likely raped by a bunch of necrohpiliacs that just so happened to be into beastiality and that sort of thing. Alas, it had not been the time for Xyxer's mentality to   become more stable it appeared.. It was time for a new Xyxer, a different one that had different principals to the first.. The recklessness, his desire for death both for   himself and others, he wished to spread the word of the new god, the one that was ever lasting and eternal, the god that was only thwarted by those whom were followers of   Jashin, the only difference being.. even they succumbed to death at some point in their life, even if it was through dying from not eating. The new god to him, the old god   that it truly was, would soon reveal their secrets to him.. With every incision he made with a gnarled blade, the secrets of life would be sprawled out in front of him as   clear as day in the life essence of the person whom was lucky enough to be considered useful to Xyxer in the ways of murder. He was willing to use any instrument to murder,   hell, if he needed to, he would even suffocate a kage to death using a rubber plush, but of course that was one of the most unlikely things that would ever occur in this life,   no matter how amusing it would be to him and how humiliating of a death it would be for the aforementioned kage. Inside of the village, it was noted by most people.. Even for   a man that had been a beacon of violence before.. He had changed. He was no longer the entity of a demon that he once was.. He now was truly a demon in all senses of the word,   his very life was valued by himself on how much pain he could inflict on other people that surrounded him, all of the morsels, he considered them, preparing their necks,   stretching them out over the chopping block to allow Xyxer the most pristine cut, the most desired slice.. He was an executioner, and they were the unfortunate victims of the   man's gigantic cleaving axe, the axe that would cut through history. You see, The Abysswalker.. He now no longer merely killed people or maimed them for their insolence.. He   now delighted in it, even playing with his food as if he was a wild cat, lurching and scratching a mouse, it's every squeak signalling the last of it's breath, the dying of   it's body.. The exhausation would soon reach critical levels for the mouse, and after that happened, the game was over. The mouse would die and the cat would achieve a   satisfying snack, it was merely the law of life, the strongest survive and the weak were wiped out from the face of the world.. Xyxer had needed two missing shinobi to defeat   him of the highest rank there was, so surely, he could not be as weak as people believed he could possibly be.. He was a force of nature to be reckoned, and those whom did not   appreciate that or acknowledge it would be swept away from the crushing tidal wave that was Xyxer Gyojin, the demon of the Hidden Mist and the executioner of all whom he   deemed unworthy of life, regardless of what they had achieved. The Tenkage at that time, still Shinji Uzumaki, the man famed for his perhaps kinky lust for orange juice, had   sought to.. mend somewhat the damage that had occurred. He had granted Xyxer yet another sharingan to be implanted into his skull, replacing one of his eyes, in fact it was a   sharingan that was the brother eye of Shinji's every own, so it technically made them have something finally in common.. A weird fact to come to think of, Xyxer thought. During his time of concentrating on the plant that was before him, the bonsai tree, he noticed a slight change on it.. The roots seemed to be strenghtening and the branches were now twisting their ship somewhat, molding themselves.. Taking on a more sinister appearance. This was good. He loved this. He would soon be able to mold nature itself into his weapon of choice, forging powers that would destroy even the most noble and primal of shinobi.. After all, primal shinobi were the strongest, they were more in line with power.. with fear. Primals accepted fear, they encouraged it.. The evolved hid from fear and ignored it, they were weak. They just didn't know it yet, that was Xyxer's job to educate them.

Alas, that sharingan was not going to be enough to alleviate the sins of Shinji, the burden he had later brought on himself was a great one. When Xyxer was preparing to reunite himself, along with his friends, with Sameonna Hoshigaki, the sensei he so dearly cared for.. He felt a breeze on the right hand side of him. A swift breeze, too strong for it to be a mere pushing of a god.. Oh no, it was not a god at all, it was Shinji Uzumaki, the man whom had not only allowed his own death to sweep the village, but was now executing a Sannin of the village hidden in the mist, she was quartered, a great dismay to Xyxer whom himself had only just been revived, and that was the end of Xyxer.. He truly never was the same after that event, too shocked to even cry.. He had sought instead, to punch the Tenkage in his smug face, it was not enough to kill him, but it was enough to at least help himself even if it was just a little.. He should have killed the insect for doing that to such a great person, but he was weak.. He had just been reborn and even then he could not walk in a straight line, he was new to everything, even the things he was skilled at.. Now gone. He carried what remained of the noble woman, the.. apple of his life. Sorrow from then on forever walked beside him, taunting him with the promise of rejoining Sameonna, how he could simply die and join her once more.. But he could not. He could not bring himself to suicide, for that was not the way any shinobi of the Mist should go, he wanted to die in battle. A glorious battle. He would achieve that soon, one way or another he would drown every village if he had to.. There would be someone worthy of killing him, he hoped.. Xyxer truly wished to be reunited with the woman, having even saved her headband and her ANBU bracers, forever tokens of her esteem that was in him, and that he had failed her. She was given to Konohagakure, he knew that.. He should have knew earlier than now that Tengakure had betrayed Kirigakure.. Not only had they handed Kirigakure over to Konoha, they had handed the body of the greatest symbol of the mist to Konoha, truly, they were attempting to eliminate every sign of the mist.. Every breath they attempted to smother with a pillow as if they were a spoilt brat and Kirigakure was the grandfather that had gave them a fine sum in their inheritance. Such greediness was tolerated, and it sickened Xyxer, he did not want to see a world where people always acted like this, but alas, it was the world he currently lived in. He would have to purify this world, he knew that.. Every little brat that was there, he would eliminate without mercy, this was the world he was handed.. The world he was to mold himself.

The death of the glorious woman forever scarred the mind of Xyxer, forcing him to now have empathy for others.. To care for those whom he had slaughtered, respect their strength.. Perhaps even admire them for how they had spent their last moments not begging for life, but rather, wishing Xyxer to deliver their body to their families so they could receive the proper burials. Of course, Xyxer rarely honored that deed, but it had also left an impression on him.. Perhaps he should deliver bodies to families and allow them to grieve for their lost ones, their beloved.. After all, he certainly did make a lot of parents grieve as well as children, as the axe of justice was unisex and did not care whether you was a mother nor a son, it only cared for what Xyxer deemed right and wrong. His word was law, his blade the instrument. In fact, it was not too long after that event that Xyxer had, alongside Kenchi, destroyed a gigantic monster and used two of them for a colossal fight, it was amusing but it was also quite sadistic, further forcing Xyxer into a different life.. the life of a murderer and a sadist, a true demon at heart, but Sameonna's voice remained, even if it was repressed at such times where the demon was delighting in the blood, gore and the sorrow of others that were around it's person. As well as that, Xyxer had done something near Kenchi that he still regretted.. He had executed a boy in front of his mother purely to teach Kenchi a lesson, something he never should have done and it was something that still weighed heavily on his heart, even if he had revived the boy from that day on, he had forced himself to forget the technique that had resurrected him, death was not to be trifled with, he knew that now and the old friend he was to welcome may be very well upset that Xyxer had denied them a new body to play around with. It was a terrible thing, truly, and it had even earned Xyxer the wrath of the Tenkage, Shinji.. Perhaps he had killed the boy because he wanted to show Shinji that death came for all, regardless of rank, or in the case of Sameonna and the civilian, power. His request to become a wanderer was accepted and Xyxer fled to the ruins of Kirigakure, hibernating there for a very long period, in fact, he could hardly recall what he even did besides guarding the ruins from anyone whom was to come.. Upon his exit of the ruins, he traveled to the land of the tornadoes, the land where he had heard of a terrible murderer and a rapist, the twist on the plot was that the person whom was a serial killer and rapist was also in fact the leader of the village, rumours had spread that the Hokage had cut down the man on a very particular spot there that he had visited.. It was truly a cursed place, and that was why he had no dreams to destroy that village or even visit it again, after all, what is the good in further destroying ruins when there is no glory in it? Now back in the village that was Tengakure No Sato, he resumed his duties somewhat and that was when it happened.. Xyxer had visited the new Tenkage, Denkiteki, and had heard fateful news.. Rin had suddenly died, and that news truly hurt the heart of Xyxer, he felt sorrow.. he felt grief once more.. All that was left of Kirigakure was slowly being wiped from the face of the planet, he was one of the few left to carry on the legacy that was the village hidden in the bloody mist, but that was not all.. From the death of Rin, he achieved something glorious.. His mangekyo sharingan was back, and he was once more granted enough power to do what he willed.. He had enough power now to kill a plethora of people and still not feel remorse for it, they were not of the descent of Kirigakure No Sato, why should he care for the lives of such fickle people whom would not care for him if he was not a person of extreme power? Whom were they in the grand scheme of things.. What is a fish to a shark besides the next meal? With this new power, he waited.. He trained inside of the walls of Tengakure No Sato and bid his time, waiting for the best time to gather intel and strike his enemies, achieving a greater world.. A new world where he would not be hated, a world where he could be revered as a saviour.. As it turned out, that was not yet to be fulfilled, but soon enough Denkiteki himself had left the village and had been absent for quite a while alongside the former Tenkage Shinji Uzumaki, and it was that when Xyxer was checking on the offices of the Tenkage he found a boy he had bullied quite a lot.. Takeo Tadashi, sitting on the throne of the Tenkages and planning to take over. Xyxer could have ended his life, he could have slaughtered the fool for what he had done to the village and to eliminate any chance of the Tenkages being usurped, but no.. this felt poetic, a sort of justice. He had joined the male in his usurping, sitting on the desk and looking out onto the village that was now theirs, Xyxer even being named the Co-Tenkage. It was a step in a more powerful direction, a formiddable one at that.. Although he was not the Tenkage by rank, he was now a Master.. his efforts had been recognised by this one and he now had the power that he deserved. As a Master he did much.. Such as almost executing Takeo in a destructive show of finesse. His cleaving sword, the second executioners blade, crashed down into the males own weapon and carved through it before slicing into the delicate flesh and tissue of the Tenkage, alerting Xyxer once more, that even Kages were no better than any other shinobi, even remembering the time that he had overwhelmed Shinji in a spar where he could have just as easily have killed him via footwork and a bit of underhand play. The Tenkage now hospitalised, Xyxer was the only one left inside of the village of notable power.. That was why, when the missing shinobi that was the former Tenkage, Shinji Uzumaki, sent a lackey to his work for him on the village, another missing shinobi that went by the name of Youka, Xyxer did not take that. He defeated the male in single combat within a matter of seconds and had dragged his broken body into his chamber, his torture haven.. He attached the male to the cross and did a plethora of things with him, one mere one was severing his finger from his body as well as his necklace and offering them as a bargaining chip to Shinji, a threat veiled with words. However, once the demon had been released Xyxer had been enlightened once more.. a greater eye was bestowed on him, a more refined.. a more perfect doujutsu. The Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan was now in his skull and it granted him powers, he had learnt a jutsu from Youka and it had made him powerful, he felt.. stronger. Most definitely, he would need to get another one of those eyes so he had a full set, that would be the only way for him to get the true power that he felt like he needed. He had learnt a great deal of many things from Youka, and had became more powerful as a shinobi himself, as he was now the Tenkage after his own usurping of both Jason and Takeo to show his strength to the masses. His rule was strong and it was great, for however short it may be.

Much time had passed and yet.. Still, Xyxer had a great desire for power. He needed to improve himself beyond the limits of a normal person and push his very own boundaries to show that he was not just a normal person, another cookie cutter shinobi that was just like the likes of any other person in this world.. He was a demon. Carved from the stone that would be pushed off of a hill to tumble and crash over the foilage below, smashing into anyone foolish enough to stand in it's path and destroy them. Yes.. that was a good idea. Pushing his own body up from the seat he was currently on, Xyxer looked down at the bonsai tree that had molded itself to be in his image.. It was curious, truly.. Intriguing at the same time on how such a thing could be used purely by the will and chakra of a person, such things he could never explain himself but it seemed that every shinobi truly had a way to influence the environment around them with a different nature that was not even supposed to be there.. Especially those with the element of fire as that shit was crazy and it was destructive, used mostly by pyromaniacs and people with no sense of self. Moving his body from the Tenkage throne and out of the office, his hand moving across the door handle and pulling it open before he stepped out into the hallway, his arm retracting as he entered the hall which caused the door he was holding onto to move with his momentum, shutting itself into the door frame nice and cozily as he walked down the hallway, his footsteps echoing with the ANBU's kneeling to him as a sign of their respect, he nodded his head to show that he acknowledged them and their loyalty, truly, it was inspiring to see such people loyal to their village and their Tenkage, no matter how much that title had been passed around. Moving into the escalator, he pressed the required button and saw the cube of metal shift itself down through the pipe it was currently in, moving him down onto the bottom floor he awaited the jaws of the machine to ppen before he moved his foot out from the elevator alongside his other one, walking out from the elevator he shifted along the marble flooring of the Tenkage building and nodded his head to the secretary whom waved at him, continuing on out from his building to the outside of Tengakure, sliding down the roads and slinking around much like he did when he was merely a member of the ANBU corps, the only difference now being that people seemed to recognise him when he moved past them, whispering to each other and smiling at him beamingly, it almost made him feel as if he was a normal person, appreciated by society, but surely, a man like Xyxer could never be liked. All of the horrific deeds that had became known in the world from his own hand.. It was impossible to love a demon that was like Xyxer, and these people were giving him insecurity.. A false sense of belonging, he knew he did not belong here, he belonged beside Sameonna Hoshigaki and he deserved to be in the village of Kirigakure No Sato, it was his destiny. Smiling at the villagers that were brazen enough to acknowledge his existance, he slid past them regardless and made his way towards the training grounds, having been followed by a couple of ANBU as any Kage would be inside of their own village to ensure their own security in case any missing shinobi had attempted to infiltrate and slaughter them while they were left unguarded in a place that was supposed to be their ultimate form of sanctuary. Moving into the bushy training grounds which was supposed to resemble the wild, he moved a while in, observing the genin that were here perfecting their own variations of attacks and coming up with their own tactics.. Sure, there was a lot of potential here, but it did not feel as if it was a home to Xyxer, it was merely the place he was residing in until he found his home.. He was waiting for Kirigakure to come back and to be strong just like it's roots were. Turning around on the spot he was now at, surrounded by trees so that the genin would have a difficult time watching unless they went through the effort to follow through, Xyxer nodded to his ANBU entourage and had them drop down in front of them, nodding his heads to both of them. "As you can see, Wraith and Jester, I'm here to train and I wish to see that victory has not defeated me, I do not wish for my skills to be fatigued by my lack of fighting, my lack of combat.. As such, you two are the fortunate two I have chosen to be used by me, for I will fight you both and we will engage in jolly combat, hopefully, I do not maim either of you at least too much as you seem to be interesting characters that I would enjoy being around, now, without furhter ado, let's get things under way." With that said, Xyxer formed the seal that signified that combat was about to begin and the two ANBU operatives also formed the same seal and the combat was under way, Wraith had used his shunshin to appear behind Xyxer, but Xyxer had read on his combat portofolio and had observed him, he knew his tricks.. That was something he had anticipated, which, while working in tandem with his eternal mangekyo sharingan, Xyxer swept his entire body around in a foul swoop, ducking his head from the flying fist of Wraith and sliding his leg outwards into the legs of Wraith, pushing his sense of stability off and causing him to tumble, but that was not the end of it, he pulled on the falling body of the ANBU operative and rolled backwards, kicking into his stomach to send him hurtling towards his comrade Jester whom jumped to the left at the last second, allowing his comrade to hit a tree with a heavy thud before sliding down to the ground quite comically. "You must work on your combat techniques, Wraith, you use the same form of initiation all the time whereas you could do something more interesting, even if it is sometimes effective it could also be the end of you." Not even bothering to wait for Jesters attack, he had been too slow and his lack of action could have resulted in the death of his ANBU brother. Moving back form the training grounds, Xyxer exited and did his own thing once more. Moving throughout the village he continued to think about the life he once had, the once that was not burdened with the deeds he had committed in his lust for power.. The days where he was just an innocent genin that wanted more power, one that had not slaughtered people just to achieve their own end.. The people he had killed.. The people that had died in order for reach the level that Xyxer was now at.. Was it all truly justified? Was this the price for being the Wrath of Tengakure.. Utter coldness and a bitter hatred to everyone around you?



[Part 2/2]

4824 WC

Learned Flashblade and shit

+50 AP from this post and the previous one

Calling hax

But Approving anyway cuz I have no proof
BTW should totally teach Miyu Flashblade

be gone beggar!