Treasuring (Asylum)

That was it, Raizuko thought as he stayed seated in the obsidian black throne. He had been transported to a dimension that he unknowingly had created. He would look around observing the inside of the tree. This dimension, this mishap in both Space and TIme was created by him. Had he really gotten that much power to be able to create a whole separate plane of existence. The knowledge of the dimension would come flooding back to his mind. In this place, this dimension he had power over everything. That would explain why he was able to summon a sandwich out of thin air, a good one at that. He would grip the armrests of the throne and stare off into the distance in front of him. From what the information he got from the throne had gave him. He could create lava out of thin air if he wanted to as well as create an infinite number of moons without their being even a small change of gravity. Hell apparently he could even change the gravity in one place if he chose to do so. But there was one ability that had seem to make a tick in his mind. He was able to gain the jutsu from anyone if he chose to. Could he get even jutsu that people had created themselves? He would frown as he would stand up from the throne and walk back out of the doorway from which he had come in at.

This world, this dimension, it was his to his own manipulation. He needed a name for it. He searched around activating his Golden Eye as he looked around. There was no sign of life anywhere. He was alone in this place. He could use this place to his own advantage. Back on the real world he wouldn’t have been able to activate his curse seal to train it. But here he could do that without the continuous thoughts of mistakenly hurting other people. He was mentally ill. He knew he could control his own body, but why did he chose not to. Was his mind so different from others? Or did he simply enjoy the hurting of other people. He didn’t take pleasure in to hurting other people, he wasn’t sadistic. Asylum. Yes that would be the name of this place. A place where he could learn how to harness and create any power he could without hurting other people in the process.

After finally walking out of the door and staring into the bright sky a thought would come to his head. He had total control of this dimension. So could he change the weather at his own manipulation? Raizuko would raise his right hand into the air and slowly move it to the left side of his body in an attempt to summon a small rain cloud in the sky. But what he thought would happen did not. Instead of a small rain cloud he could see rolling, black cloud of thunder quickly racing to the giant tree where he stood. If he was correct it seemed to be an hurricane. He would frown, he was not yet in tune with the dimension to manipulate it like he thought. He would raise both of his hands in an attempt to dispel the now category 4 hurricane. Luckily it worked but not at a cost. In the distance where the storm was he would see multiple forests with trees lying on the ground with the beautiful terrain now torn up. He had destroyed such a beautiful place in an instant. Frowning once again he would turn around and head back into the throne room. Throne room? The name had come so naturally to him. Yes, this would be the name of such a large room with only a single throne. Smiling he would go back to sit in the throne.

Now he needed a name for the tree itself. It was such a force of chakra and from just sitting in it he knew that it was his chakra. This tree was the first thing that sprung in this dimension so it received almost all if not all of his chakra. The World Tree. This was the tree that shaped the area around it. Raizuko was sure that the white trees in the distance were not exactly trees but the branches of the World Tree that had slowly begun shifting underground to rise in a newly mangled form. Now with a blank face expression he wondered how long he would be here. A whole lifetime? No, he still needed to find his father and continue his duties as a ninja of the Sand Village. This place would need to become his home, his second home. He would wave his left hand in front of him as several pieces of furniture appeared. All matching the color of the throne, his throne. Black carpet lined with gold made its way from the door of the tree to the foot of the throne. Golden candle plates lined the wall of the tree going all the way up to the top of the tree where even Raizuko ciould not see. Atop of the plates were black candles that had a pure Golden flame made purely of chakra. The Golden Light would seem to bring a power of wisdom around the room.

Chairs and Tables of gold dipped wood were lined everywhere. This was only the main room of the World Tree. The throne room. He would still need to create more. Maybe in the future when he could get his power under control he could be an messiah of some sort. He could go around the world saving people and allowing them sanctuary in his own home, his Asylum. Yes, now he had a new life goal. To become a messiah for the world. To make this place a holy sanctuary for all.

989WC completing the WC needed for Asylum
Claiming Asylum

Uhhh Approved unless I overlooked it.