tale of the xuba, the rich man and his 3 stoodges

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The roads wove endlessly as the land was truly alive. The animals hunting, feasting and living, snd nature in full bloom. The many sounds of the world all seemed to work in unison. As if a single song trumped them all. Life. Anew day and a new contract. It was not as simple as before. As xuba noted. The job required some stupid lord that passed through to be  “relived” his precious money. Fir what xuba did know was quiet simple. The man being a lord and rich had to be well protected. Or at the least have some protection.
 
The coming rain on xubas journey had xuba stop for a moment. Well a moment changed to hours. As in the rain it was significantly much harder to track a target, visually and overall in any other sense
 
The xuba meditated for hours as the storm danced around him. Not letting the thunder or lightning faze him but appreciating each moment of the rainy weather. His internal questions however were still pluaging him as he remained in meditation. His questions became twisted. Not evil, but changed as his train of thought from each and every moment he questions further changed from the balence of the universe. To the balance of himself.
 
 
 
 
Xuba meditated as he slowly came back to the same conclusion. It was like a pendulum that never stopped swinging. The pendulum decided by actions. As every good action kept pushing one way, while evil actions would oppose. With no end in sight. It was vexing to the demon. Yet challenging as all pendulums are started from the middle. At an resting point of course. Yet an external force would strain it in some way or form to start its movement. Xuba knew there had to be a start somewhere. As it could not be found by just going one way or another. In fact xuba theorized that it was found at the center of the conflict.
 
Xuba expanded his mind as he seemed some sort of answer. Where perhaps the answer that he was seeking was one that lies within himself. Xuba was seeking his own personal answer. Cupping his hands together he collected some water and took a nice long sip.
 
The water flowing down his throat refreshed the young man as he gazed up towards the tree lines. It was quiet yet understandable. Why and how intimidating the world could be. As xuba kept in mind that thoes whom he had taken care of have once been there and now vanished like the mist. It was truly sad as xuba had yet to find any of them. The young man kept up his gaze forward and ahead. Although this did not cause xuba to recall his past.
 
 
Xuba thought back through his life at the choices made. Some evil, some good, yet he had confidence at each juncture in his life. Once made up the decision was a decision to live with. Whether accepted as much. Or denied through excuses.
 
 
The approaching dawn brought a shadow of an impending mist. And the coming rain.  The morning dew fresh on the leaves of the trees. Yet, there was a shadow in the mist. The rising sun casting its glare over the world. Was a welcoming sight for the young man known as xuba xisis.
 
 
"Will the conflict for power and peace end? How shall the scales tip? Will the power hungry, murderes, psycopaths, and moraless end with a victorious side? Or defeat as they fall into oblivion? Will the graceful warriors of light sing of their victory in hails of glory? Or will they be blinded by which they fight for and fade into which that bore them? The endless cycle that lives in all species from simpletons, to the gods and beyond. They all follow the same pattern. The seesaw of good and evil. Both sides constantly at war. One evil falls a greater one arises. Two good fall then a storm of good come into the fray. No matter what has happened this struggle seemed to neither affect this delicate balance... perhaps it is because all living creatures fuel this conflict. Disease and rage, love and conflict. The cycle goes around and around from the rocks and trees. To man and dog
all the way to ourselves as living beings..."
 
Xuba spoke to particularly no one as he recalled all of his choices through life and knew above all else he could judge none other than himself.
 
As the rain continued xuba quietly. Came up with a conclusion.
 
 
"Perhaps if conflict never had winners or losers. Then there would be healing of some sort. There are things worth fighting for. Although different for each individual. But some have limits. There are always limits despite which side is picked or the reasons made. Yet some go beyond this. Even evil beyond the usual evil. I guess even those at that point are content to their choices in their life."
 
The rain subsided as xuba made up his mind the next day was going to be an eventful day. The sun shone behind the grey clouds. Though momentarily the sun showed itself. Then vanished behind the clouds. Though this wasn’t fully noted by xuba  as he proceeded into the woods. Preparing for his next day activities of working out. He proceeded to an small area for the hidden missing shinobi. A tiny out post. In a cherry mood. The missions at hand got xuba checking his pockets. Empty once more. Thus it was simple. Richest of the richy would work fine for xuba. After all it was to rob the rich to feed himself.
 
Through the night xuba took to the deep woods as he noted the imprints in the mud. The foot prints of a small band of people. This simply spoke to xuba as they were merely the group in question. Judging by the freshness of their steps and how recent the tracks were. It was a quiet night for xuba as he quietly rested
 
The Chirping of birds caught the keen ears of xuba. As he glanced to the east, even to the young man. The light was a sight of the new day... it was the call to the future.
 
"so the light has once more come to this world?. The mysterious force of hope. A stranger to the deinzens of the dark. A freind to the ones who walk alongside it. But, I stay in the middle. Neither embracing, nor fearing. However ill admire its beauty, and accept its radiance"
 
Xuba muttered to himself. He hungered for appeasement. A sense of fulfillment that much to his striking appearance had little to with kicking back in the woods. The trees perhaps as old as he was give or take several centeries; had the scent in which he toughly enjoyed. That night xuba simply studied the path of his objective.
 
Earthy scent of wet dirt and leaves as well as flowers. Xuba leaned back against the tree. Which at the moment have Taken his attention. As the tree groaned in the stress caused by the young man flexing a bit. As xuba slowly got his feet.
 
A simple flare of chakra as he traveled the land heading on his way towards the rich man’s encampment. An simple thought on his mind as the thought of improving his art was not as hard as he believed. Through patience and calm it made sense.  Xuba focused to quiet both his chakra and steps in unison.
 
 
Taking a way to keeping both his steps silent via chakra at the bottom of his feet, and then lowering his noticeability as a shinobi by focusing on quieting his chakra.
 
Taking to a tree xuba found it satisfactory that with his muffled steps he spotted a group of 3 men surrounding a single well-dressed man. Xuba kept his presence concealed in the sense of attempting to quiet his chakra. An understandable method he also desired to improve. But one of the men noted something off as he glanced around slowly zeroing in on xubas position.
 
With a quick murmur of words. The short one spoke as a barrage of shrunken now struck the tree xuba was behind and the men shouted. The hurried steps of several feet. And then there were the three men surrounding xuba.
 
To live to ones fullest. Uninhibited and even fully was the dream of not just man, but animals. As well. Despite how short it was. But this was not the case for xuba. Not now... not yet. His focus was on survival and to ensure he could live to its fullest. As fleeing was all he did. From something much greater than some measly hunters.
 
However, hunters did occupy his attention at the moment. As it was quiet simple by the looks of it. Xuba was in the midst of fleeing several hunters hired by a silly, but amusing lord of a sorts. Wouldn’t someone fancy that? Xuba sure didn’t. As a small portly one, a tall one in a dark cloak, and a seemingly lazy one with chains kept hot on xubas tail.
 
The three hunters as xuba recalled decided to split up and keep all eyes on xubas movements, yet xuba at one point slowed down to simply tell the three off. However, like many stubborn hunters, the three would seemingly take his request as an attempt to grab an easy money order.  Truthfully as many would perhaps learn in the long overdue time. Xuba was not one to cross without adiquit protections. Nope.
 
In fact xuba was a man of more than mere simplicity. Instead of simply noting harmlessness. The stubborn individuals continued on their assault as xuba side stepped and jumped back from various weapon attacks. In His mind simply mentally shaking his head. As the men continued their rather bland and pointless assaults. It was in all truth and purposes the major problem with idiotic hunters.
 
The assaults continued on with relative ferocity to xuba it was almost looking like an normal day. Due to lack of coordination.  The men were unable to hit such an defensive target eventually decided it was best to even continue with some half-baked circling plan amid their frustrations. However, due to their seemingly lack of planning and execution. Xuba would vanish into the thickets of the trees.
 
On the forest ground xubas ears were accustom to the simplistic approach of the men. They attacked from the trees and with the forest as cover xuba would take to heart with the ease there was to avoiding these men. With the simple point of drawing such a simple manner combating such men was infact that much easier than before.  With an well placed kunai xuba spotted the crucial information he needed to simply take out the men.
 
The short portly man had a light blue tint amid his hands as he healed the man with the chains. Large and burly, but xuba slowly considered the idea and key was to take out not only the easiest target. But also the most crucial target. The healer, or doctor of the crew. Utilizing this time to retreat. Xuba began to weigh his options very carefully with the info he noted.
 
With some time in mind he noted that the group was indeed a three cell group and now with the simplist points out of the picture. Now came the other part. The art of wiping them all out and grabbing his rather easy reward.
 
There are many mysteries in the world. As  xuba.   Has seen overtime. The first being that many exibit a will. The second was when someone decided to get serious. However, the world showed many diffrent points of this. The missing ninja life was riddled with dangers.  As there was always a risk in the world. And being undetected was sometimes unavailable.
 
This showed as xuba and a shadowy figure rushed through the trees and the simple flurry of movements through mistakes and other simple things were shown. The figure kept attempting to approach xuba as he decided to drop back down to the ground and hence simply dodged a sword swipe from one of his assailants.
 
 
A small portly man wielding brass knuckles and a more built man with a single weapon pouch and a dark garb covering his body. Simple for hire thugs by a land lord whom believed that such hiring’s were truely a safe way to protect assets. Xuba lazily held a kunai as the duo attempted once more to assault xuba as the larger man held a small kunai and the shorter one began to circle xuba in attempt to get behind him.  This however being easily countered by xuba consisting his distance between close and long range combat. By maintaining this crucial balance xuba continued to hold his own
 
 
These two were simpletons. As their tactics though bland would perhaps work on some other common theif. Xuba was a well-trained guy. As the kunai were to reach xuba his own would simply swipe across the center of his body with his own and pivot. Easily meeting the man’s blade. Neither moving as xuba kept an eye on the portly man’s movements.
 
The portly man would begin his assault by attempting to strike at xuba with a few qucik jabs and a hook. Easily avoidable by the man consistently winding up for a strike. However his form was sloppy. As it  Only told  xuba that the weapon was ill fit for the man. As xuba simply stepped back and avoided the strikes while keeping the other man from attempting to disarm xubas kunai at bay with simple blocks with his kunai.  The two men continued their assault.  A man with a single pair of metal plated brass knuckles and the other a kunai. Xuba continued to bob and weave through each attack. Noting their weak points and studying their form.
 
It was a ferocious assault of bladed knuckles and a kunai, as xuba continued to strike and fight with minimal effort. Both men being held back at an even distance and length. While the portly man consistently kept his simplistic attacks xuba found himself attempting to keep himself entertained by running mere combinations in his head. The two men were clearly outmatched
 
Dull
 
Xuba thought as he spun and aimed a ferocious spin kick under the shorter man’s chin. The simple movement sent the man’s head sailing and landing with a crash in the dirt 25 meters away. As the body fell back 5 meters.
 
“trash"
 
Xuba spoke as his gaze turned towards the other man. The man hopped back ripping off his cloak to reveal  a few symbols on his shirt of contract requests. Simply revealing his status as a hunter ninja of sorts.  And hence xuba knew that his actions were limited to capturing the man. Or simply killing him to keep his name quiet.
 
Well damn
 
Xuba thought as he rolled his shoulders. The man attacked at a much faster rate this time requiring xuba to actually defend himself by utilizing positioning and block placement. The assailant merely striking at whim as for the more serious xuba was now in a considerable amount of pressure. Still the hunter was at his limit as xuba went roughly 45%.
 
The diffrence being while many of his strikes did connect. The thing he lacked was the ability to specifically focus his attacks. Yet they were powerful strikes. This xuba could not deny. As the dull aches on his body were acceptable, and an constant reminder that this fight was going to leave them both bruised if lucky. As the fight wared on the assailant began to change tactics and gears overall.
 
Xuba would reflect off what he knew thus far from his encounter as the hunter landed on a tree and belched a stream of flames.  As for breathing flames xuba was certain this was an major tool for his opponent. For flames hurt despite the idea. It was by the looks of what xuba could see so far. The only thing the hunter had for himself. It worked and xuba was relatively impressed.  Yet xuba simply swerved to the diagonal and stood now a fair 3 meters to the man’s right.
 
The slight grimace of fury flashed across the hunters face as he gripped the weapon pouch  on his hip for a second. . xuba made it clear that the assault was an step in the wrong direction, and it could be avoided by simply letting xuba  walk off. At an range xuba knew he was at an slight disadvantage and using his full strength carelessly was beyond the use at the moment. It was time for savagely and to beat the hunters bones together. Perhaps even use them as drums in a fun manner.
 
Listening to the hunters remarks were lost to him as he considered the fight some game. In reality xuba didn’t really open any trick bags either. Instead he was following merely simple responses. This was apparent as xuba sighed and glanced at the figure rushing once more towards him. His stuff getting tiresome.
 
 
 
his fist has large and protruding callouses. Meaning his punches have incredible power... as well as his desire to fight is grand.... however, there is only room for one here. i assume we will fight till one or the other drops. if so then I’ll just have to keep systematically breaking him down. Piece by piece. His shin, the forbidden area, his ear, and a soon to be a  broken nose.... let’s bring him pain!
 
Another smile as there was a certain gleam in xubas eyes that this was going to go in his favor alot sooner. Still he hid this fact by hunters the glare to a colder one as if he was willing to do whatever it took to end the fight.
 
The first of the hunters attack assault was a quick kick as xuba had seen many times before.   he wasnt going to attack immediately. Instead xuba simply stepped back into a casual stance and cocked his head. Allowing the man’s foot to sail over his head. As xuba mentally said.
 
Strike one.
 
Xuba hence allowed himself a little distance by easing up his feet as he blocked a strike. Due to his lightened weight xuba skidded away from the opposition a few feet. The ebbing pain of the strike had xuba consider prolonged strike blocking would eventually reduce his ability to fight. The pain lasted and remained as one of the very hits that he sparingly took for the sake of weaving an sense of control for the  hunter ninja. The hunter
 
There came a swinging of sorts and the young man noted that there was a now rapidly spinning kunai rotating a few feet from the man. Then it came at xuba at an amazing speed. Yet, it was another potential mark on xuba's list. Deep inside xuba considered that he would gladly cause damage and misfortune for the apparent "lord."  That had a hit on xuba.
 
Xuba simply rotated his body and pivoted his legs.  This action enabled xuba to rotate his body to his right and dodged the stabbing wired kunai of the hunter.  as he watched it sail past his body with seeming ease. Yet,  the man further began to rush forward as if to initiate the close proximity of combative.  Xuba slid backwards in a semi-circle and pivoted his foot. Dodging another attempted attack towards him. Now he had enough..
 
 
The man went too far and xuba was growingly getting irritated with the hunter. As his killing intent was slight but dominate. The hunter’s days were now less than years but now mere moments. As xuba simply got to the point where the man was plain irritating. Besides the hunter attacked it was time to attack.
 
 
This xuba would knowingly acknowledge as he noted the being's disire to come in to closer, and closer. It was infact an exciting thought, looking as if it was going to get his wish with an seamless approach.   However,  xuba raised his right hand and took a stance and struck towards  the  hq fired a second  lightning fast blast of air just as the blast of air was nearing arms reach. The blast of air would be aimed at the man whole body.
 
The mans shirt would tear as streaks of blood would spill out from his gashes created merely from xubas wind blasts from his punches. As the man despite running forward was thrusted backwards into a tree. His resolve absolute made the man get back up to his feet. Clearly his contract lacked the "danger" feature on it. Well the man was going to learn now.
 
The maneuver as sudden as it was more than just an blast of strength. The rush. It assured xuba he had the initiative in the upcoming fight. Take the lead and dominate his foes even if a strike or two would land. Xuba would make sure he would have the advantage even as the man struggled to make an defense.
 
"Very well then. Round two" xuba said with a certain finality in  his voice. The dark skinned man swooped upon the man like vultures on a dead prey. With an eagerness of a hungered lion. The man was taken aback by xubas ferocity and aggression. Still he steeled himself and proceeded to strike back, as he braced his stance.
 
The hunter with a savage cry the man shook off the wind blasts. The hunter proceeded to assault xuba with an murderous attempt. His eyes flashing with fury. The hunter proceeded to strike with powerful punches, spear hands, and attempts to grab at the grey haired man.
 
The assault was an wondrous way to start such a counter attack. With a single duck and step forward upon the man approaching xuba would initiate close combat with ease. Making contact xuba would enter the combative range with an fair and powerful barrage of strikes. The first being a quick jab being thrown directly at the hunters face.
 
An explosion of blood leaving Specifically his broken nose. His jab upon contact if made. Would rotate into an lightning fast back fist aimed with a snapping motion at the same place. Xubas hand would glide acrosd the mans bruised face with seemingly simple ease. The hunter simply staring blankly as the bruising and cut appeared on the side of his face. The man clutching the side of his face with seemingly agonizing pain.
 
Xuba would then aim an knee straight to the ribs of the hunter. As a crack could be heard like earth cracking, or fresh vegetables breaking for the meal.  With his left knee using the impact of the knee to allow himself to slide slightly to the man’s left. This followed by an powerful jab with his left hand straight to the mans face once more.  Adding more pain and disorienting the man further. Using this to make the hunter block and focus on his face amid xubas assault.
 
With the focus of his quick snapping jabs and back fists xuba would then aim an roundhouse elbow with his right elbow.  Followed by an knee to the back of the hunters hip right hip.  And a quick chop down the man’s shoulder blades. A resounding crack upon each strike as the man fell to the ground. Twisting in response to each and every hit with little to do but groan in pain.
 
In the end of his beginning barrage xuba would step forward with his right leg and sneak an driving knee to the inside of the hunter’s thigh with his left knee. Allowing him a great advantage with a second jab aimed this time straight for the solar phloxes of the hunter.  As the hunter fell. Crumpling in a heap at xubas feet as he curled in a ball.
 
"You definitely learned to be silent after the last bit of our combat. I wonder how you will feel after this. I shall break you and crush you where you stand. No amount of medical treatment just like your friend whom is now headless.  This is it. "
 
Xuba declared as the bruised man stumbled to his feet as he winced in pain. The nature of his wounds finally awakening the hunter as he  attempted to clench a fist only to hear snapping of bones through his grunts of pain.  As he felt his shoulders give. His body broken and bruised. Through the brutal combos of xuba. The man's jaw was broken and hence whimpered in pain as he could neither speak for the pain.
 
 
It was the wrath of the unarmed arts of course. As xuba warned him more than once to cease attacking.. to no avail. The man although beaten had heart. This xuba understood, but his faith shattered as xuba simply spoke as if doing a warm up.
 
"Round three?"
 
Xuba would state as the man’s legs shook. His hips shaking under pain, and fear.  Yet the man stood as  he cursed xuba whom despite sore arms walked towards the man with raised eye brows.  As the man tried to take a step forward and his leg collapsed. And xuba began a heavy fury of well-aimed strike at the man’s body as his sternum cracked  as the man doubled over spitting up blood and crumbling to the floor. That was the tale of that man as he was  simply a mangled mess of broken bones  and blood. The simple resentment of what was a man. The man slumped in a fetal position. Defeated and near death.
 
A sound of gurgling and choking escaped the man as he finally lay still. And xuba walked over his corpse through the forest. The simple fight behind left the bodies to the wolves and other scavengers to eat fully and with joy and no remorse. After all the world was "eat or be eaten". A concept not taken lightly by the missing shinobi of the land. Yet it was embraced. A fitting end for fools on fools errands. Yet the trip back to the spot where xuba first saw the three men. Was un eventful. His findings of the men however made it as such that the lazy man was not as good at concealing his movements nor his area. The shorter man seemed to have that skill. Which was sad because he was buried just like his comrad.
 
The way through the land had many twists and turns in them, but nonetheless they were clear to the well travled. The scene of the dead men dragged away by the wild of the land left xuba simply undetected. In that case xuba continued on with little fear  of prosecution.
 
Dusk neared as xuba came to a rest. The long day at a close with no other assaliants that he knew of. Instead it was a time to train and work through the day mentally through meditation. His day ending work out of sit ups and pushups. Followed by a nice long meditation session
 
As night came across xuba was hard at work. Concentrating and focusing on the mistakes he made. Any lesser would’ve been killed. Even elites made a mistake just to be simply killed by a person with not even close to their experience. Luck was a virtue that could never be underestimated. Nor forgiven.. xuba simply took to his basic practice in the wind disiring to enhance his already rapidly growing hand to hand combat arsenal.
 
Yet not even xuba could sleep. They whom seek the truth always seek further then they can often see. Some dying to find their nature, while others simply falter amid their hunger for the truth.
 
Yet xuba understood that while he was still young. He had a life time to go and even learn from, however this did not prevent xuba from lacking in his own ways. Immaturity throughout time showed him the error of his ways.
 
Xubas mind once more wandered back to home and its Barings. The truth in the dark shadows of a heart that always flee the fate it must hold. , and sometimes the truth was neither grateful nor necessary to those it concerned. Or as much as xuba knew.
 
He was a lone warrior amid the pathway of the many lone warriors walking the same path. For a place or a way to cleans his hands and escape his sins. Some ran from duty, xuba ran from responsibility and placed others above his own. The infinite duress of excuses behind his trail , and an infinite amount of many more to follow. Yet like the clouds above xuba felt relief as, they cleared to the infinite stars above.
 
Wonder if the sky holds shinobi as well? Won’t matter i shall continue down my path and way i am? I will not deny nor falter. For i can’t. sometimes I wonder how far and wide I must fo to see everything? Does the world truly hold this much knowledge in its roots? It is beyond me. Yet, I shall keep going and pressing forward. Nothing to hold me back from my fears nor accepting my fate.
 
 
Xuba studied the stars. The lone warrior pilgrim seeking a place to find as home. It was a true challenge to find a place to relax and enjoy the world. Yet the wilderness showed the young man as much kindness as he needed. No hassling for food when one can gather at their desire. No harm when one can hide from the world and oppressors in the wilderness. Survival was a much desired and needed skill as a skilled hand in the world.
 
"The stars at home they could be seen for miles. But here in the peace. They seem brighter. Yet I can already tell. The stars are older than even me. They forever will be."
 
Xuba mused to himself as he had to be honest he missed home. But didn’t want to return. He kept running amuck through the land in both fear and shame. But there was little that he could say that would symbolize if he was even ready to face his crimes. Alas. No he would not return.
 
besides there is nothing there for me now. In time ill return. But when in able to show them in stronger xuba thought as he made yet another excuse mentally. He thought back to his reason for his isolation. But perhaps it was more than that. Had he grown accustom to running from the truth?
 
Getting a little flustered xuba took a breath and closed his eyes as he listened to the world around him. Each being had purpose and his own was to grow stronger. Yet he knew that it wasn’t brain and brawn. But his heart and soul as well.
 
The crickets chirped as he tried to identify the two differences between the male and female crickets. It was challenging so he took this as a moment for concentration. To the simplest thing listening.
 
The chirping bounced all around xuba as he focused and spanned his hearing. Perhaps the male crickets went first? Perhaps they alternated? Xuba wasn’t sure So as he listened he focused on the depths of the chirping.
 
As a male he understood the desire of a connection with the opposite spectrum. Yet it was like the male. Asking "date me?" And female would occasionally respond. The simplicity was a bit complex as xuba opened his eyes to come to the simple realization.
 
"Its a little lonely here to not share this with another. Crickets and other species have their own groups. So do people like me lack a group? How one survives alone will be a mystery."
 
Xuba confirmed to himself as he sat up and the crickets hopped away. Still xuba could hear them. Not far off as they continued their eternal call outs. Yet that was only a temporary mishap as xuba began to think on what he was going to do in order to get stronger.
 
"Train alone? Or take the day to relax and rest. that I can learned a thing or two? I have all the time for this. Tomorrow itll be a time to search for my payment. He should not be far from here…
 
Xuba chuckled to himself. As for a long while he didn’t feel very motivated to train as hard. But perhaps the other ninjas had something of value that he could gain.
 
"These people have much to learn. As do i too. But either way there should be an exchange as much. Either way I’ll be caught off guard if there’s much to learn. Well it is the world. so there’s a ton to learn. Now what to do till dawn?"
 
Xuba asked himself as he stared into the night life around him. Unlike day break. The night was completely different. It was like the sides of a heart. Each person acts differently when good or evil. Yet now xuba was certain he was sitting in the middle.
 
 
It was unusual to sit in the middle of two spectrums. Where good always had a way. Yet the path of a blood stained hand was not easy to avoid. Consistently are evil in some form or another. As this xuba wasn’t certain how long he would be able to stay in the middle. Yet he could only do the absolute best he could.
 
its the only thing i can remain certain about. I can only do my best. xuba was honest there. It wasn’t an easy truth to swallow either. Yet xuba was comfortable with where he stood in his eyes.
 
The night slowly progressed as xuba continued to ponder on the various mysteries that pluaged him. So many questions. With a lot of time to answer them. Yet each answer only lead to another series of questions. A night riddled in mysteries surrounded him. Yet it was to be expected.
 
Xubas thoughts ran on and on till he fell asleep. His dreams however sang a different song. Within them he saw himself trapped in the middle of the two forces. Yet his voice silenced by the two forces. His instincts and his logic both at ends.
 
"Kill for power. You may flee from your fate as a force of evil. But we always follow you. We whisper in the darkness and linger in your reflection. We tug at your heart. As evil flows like a river.... and you bleed and seep in evil. You’re past deeds. Your self-isolation. Your doubts.... all of it. Lives on inside thee. You shall never be free of your past. No matter how far you run. No matter where you hide. You may sleep alert, eyes open, and starve your seeking of companionship. But never will you flee me. I am your deepest instincts for blood! For lives! You believe you can flee me!"
 
Xuba felt the impulse like a flames going around him as he felt a cool breeze fill his being. The light flashing around him.
 
"yet you seek peace. A warrior with no heritage, and pride. Yet for your home you left to grow in power, to protect... to rule. Certance and doubt both coexist. Yet with instinct lies wisdom. They say trust your mind and body but your soul. You cannot flee the logic you embrace for your instincts. So hence you must choose. Accept which path you would take. Don’t hide or your power will devour you. We will choose for you! Even the most docile individual does evil and good.  This alone makes no difference for yourself. After all we are you... so choose a side"
 
Xuba listened to the echoes in his mind as he shook himself awake. Sweat rolling down his face as if he ran for days on end. The nightmare only proved that while he may have been the type of person of a calm nature. It never stopped xuba from being unforgiving in the end. A terrible complex which sadden xuba the night was long and in the end it was
 
Dawn greeted the young man as a sign of welcome and relief. The darkness how it played tricks on the mind. With each question to be swallowed by oblivion. It was the sign of a new path. A new day to xuba meant another day to solve the various mysteries that surrounded him. And the ultimate question.
 
"What shall i do here to fulfill my policy to be at peace?  A fighter may be determined. But I cannot be a fool. So to seek mastery over my art I will then. It’ll definitely do the trick. As now I am alone and should take upon thus to gain a first step. Ill take it as my bearings to get acquainted with this world. Its peaceful which means that now is the time to make a subtle presence known."
 
Xuba spoke to himself as he squared his shoulders and grinned. It was time to go hunting. Well for a start.... Hunting for some knowledge. To dig and uncover his conflicts. He needed discipline. He needed willpower, but also heart and determination.
 
"Its time to make my presence known. I will should i carve my face in the mountains, or the hearts of the beings. I can take with this day forth. I shall no longer hide in the shadows obscured by doubt and illusions. But honest brutal truth."
 
Xuba stated with a grin and with that proceeded off to the matter of a meaning. To find somewhere to bath. And thus freshen up from his previous ordeals.
 
Within the dawn xuba successfully cleaned and fresh took to the open feild and grabbed his sword and smiled. Focusing his chakra into his palm and considering a new idea. To seek what he could do next. Xuba thought through each thing that could be possible with chakra alone. As it seemed as if in many cases the use never ceased to amaze oneself. It had near an infinite number of uses as xuba had heard. And even through his own focus xuba found that it was definitely not easy to overlook.
None the less an final assailant arrived near xuba and his concentration was disrupted. This one had a long chain in hand and looked rather irritated. Perhaps he saw his partner’s  get dropped by the xuba. It took but a moment yet the man proceeded to attack xuba with his chain. The sharp ends grazed xubas hand mid dodge and he frowned.
 
The chains were an annoyance as he continued to carefully avoid the chains by watching the man’s patterns and tendencies. An hinderance that seemed to have at no end as xuba was slowly breaking down the man’s lack of close engagement as a pure annoyance. Each swing began to go slow, then another would be fast. Some swings were medium in pace. Yet xuba knew the guy was attempting to throw xuba off. However, xuba began to formulate as he considered his options.
 
The hard part about assailants were that they were persistent. Alas xuba  was patient and found that by weaving and bobbing his way through the man’s assault. Then xuba began the first of his counter assault as he paired two shruiken together and tossed them. In a paired fashion towards the chain swinging maniac.
 
The man seeing one shruiken easily misjudged the second one as he soon found out that the second one grazed his side. And fell to a knee as he gritted his teeth and fought the pain back. Such weapons being defintly sharp and lethal were of no consequence to a person. It was a wonder why in fact.
 
A growl of pain came from the man as he began swinging the chain in figure eight formation much like an nunchaku. Thus the man was steadily approaching and this xuba knew was not going to be any easier.  As an injured man despite the damage done. There is something as invigurating as rage. For it changes how a battle goes.
 
It truely was not as the man prevented xuba ample time to strike  back and instead take a few more gashes to his arms and his leg. An unfortunate case but much more efficient than facing the head, neck, or eyes. Xuba kept his distance and pace up as he continued on the defensive. It was not an easy defense to crack as even boulders proved ineffective.
 
The man chuckled as suddenly there was a second chain that xuba now needed to jump back away from. As now he merely stared at the man. The gears turning in his head as he took in account all of the other things he could do. If he had more time. In fact xuba was confident he did not need to use even a smoke bomb if he was smart.
 
And this xuba most definitely was. His mind recalled the girl he nearly killed with even light taijutsu. To block the mind would effectively block the body. In that point xuba was prepared to work out the specifics later he knew that illusions despite complexity were simple on the right moment.  Xubas eyes fell on the man oncr more as he considered his next actions as precious at the most. For what it was worth to the young man they definitely showed as much. Grit.
 
 
Then he spotted the man heading over a hill. The target the rich man. As the larger chain weilder continued his way towards xuba. Xubas sighed as he merely raised a single palm up. The fight was not going to last.
 
As xuba envisioned a thought. To root the man in place like a marsh. His palm outstretched towards the chain wielder. The man froze and his chains stopped their swinging.
 
More than enough time for xuba to grab a shruiken and bury i in the man’s forehead. By this time the tracks were fresh for the rich man. The chain wielder fell with a crash as he screamed out and then no more was heard. Xuba then proceeded to dispose of the mans, body as well. Nothing of note and values on the man just like the others. This was after a quick search.
 
Upon retrieval of his weapon xuba tracked the rich man stalking his very tracks and further tracked the man like a blood hound in the wild. The man sweat from his fear and shock of three hires all eliminated. Frightened and in all purposes shaky. His tracks were easy to follow with no guide the man left a trail like an arrow pointing straight to his location. The man was on the run in fright and fear..
 
After traveling for some time xuba came to a clearing. Fields spreading far and wide and a small smile came across his face. It was not a smile of crulity and malicious intent, but A peaceful smile that embraced life and its beauty. The young continued on his way as he made his way through the fields. The tracks of a frantic man nearby made his day as it was clear. This person’s presence was trying to become as scarce as possible.
 
Despite his acceptance and reasonable kindness. Xubas enemies were in many cases left to an uneasy dislike of his kind. Yet it was commonly misconceived. Some missing ninja simply seeked peaceful lives, and would not bother with other villages.  Others accept, and then there were the ones who harmed for no reason. Yet xuba validated that his reasons were in fact respectable.
 
Xuba despite his reasons and belifs was honorable. Blood soaked hands from harsh choices and being pressed, And with that would do his best to defend the meek and weak unless turned on. It was the expected result of a being that lived enough through the hardships of the land and the world. The grime of the underworld still had its impacts. Xuba spoke aloud as he continued through the Field. Loud enough so that the man whom he was tracking could hear him. The sight of a figure crossing over a hill towards a rocky cliff caught xubas eyes. And he quietly proceeded. Speaking as his voice echoed across the distance. Nice and clear.
 
"Destruction eventually begets peace, and peace eventually becomes violence. The grey line is the threshold where i stand as thin as it can be. Even at the darkest corners of the soul there stands a chance to redeem oneself. I am no enemy to your family nor your children. But i am still hunted and pressed. You sent 3 men to take my head, yet you hide in fear and hence grovel. So ill grant you a choice weakling. Give me the money i shall take, and ill set you free. Strip your name of royalty and you shall not fall any harm. Press me to hunt you, and i will devour you... your choice. That does not mean to fear me, but like you ask for respect, i ask the same of you,"
 
The man stopped and turned back towards xubas direction as if considering his words.  And the man vanished around a bend. Xuba smiled. The man got his words clear as day. Now xuba eased up and took his time to getting across the
 
The fresh scent of the field a pleasant reminder that there are peaceful places in the land. Was a refreshing reminder to xuba that like all else. Peace was desired. However actions were not as forgiving either.
 
Upon clearing the field xuba found his way to a dark cave. There were Bones of small animals and further inside there were embers of a recently made fire.  The smoldering embers were all that remained. Xuba sat down in his self-isolation. A meditative position as he calmed his mind.
 
Clearing the mind allowed him to think and remain in control. Time proved this many times over and over again. Xuba had no faith to follow, nor anyone to lean on. But what he lacked he knew he needed to gain. Yet it was only time that could tell when he was ready to emerge from the true cave. And confront his destiny. Fleeing and running only went so far and wide.  Eventually one had to turn around.
 
The true cave. Where victors go when high off of victory, where the defeated in their blindness heedlessly push forward. Where the smart gloat on their thrones of riches, and where foolish continue to stay in the foolish realm of idiocy. Nothing was of surprise nor weakness. Thus it was understandable to himself above all else that his chances and choices were limited.
 
"Arrogance, shall you soon be conquered by my will in due time. My old friend. You picked the wrong crowd to actually defend you so. By now you should be cold and hungry. No worries I will wait for thee and see what shall be thy fate in the end. But as I know your end shall come one day. One day it will come."
 
The sun shone now fresh above the mid day sky. Yet the shadows of the cave showed none but the shadow of the young man now resting. His prey nearby to strike down and well within his reaches and clutches. The sun steadily moved through the sky. Yet xuba remained pacinte and still. The sun glowing ruby red in the west was when xuba finally stirred. It was time.
 
Night came upon the young man as he closed the day with some light working out.  The soon to be roaring fire well underway as he cooked silently within the dark cave. Bear meat from a grown bear xuba caught and cooked mid his training. The sound of crickets eased his mind. Rising to his feet xuba left the cave and surveyed the fields. A quiet yet peaceful moment. To an psychopath  this would suit as a moment of genocide. Yet xuba quietly watched the stars. A secret hobby of his. As he lacked now comrade and reason. Now it was for the money and his pride. His fear,all bottled in one giant mess of emotions and sadness.
 
"Time how mysterious you are. Make a young boy grow old. Make a old man turn to dust. Like an avatar of death of sorts. Yet, you beget life. Promote health, and progress civilizations. You grow the crops. In which these men seek day in, and day out. The mercy in which you give to the hard working, yet the bitter death that awaits them. Their lives to your mercy. So grant this man wisdom.  On his decisions. For i do not seek to strike another man down in their stupidity. But I will strike him down for my safety and well-being. Grant him his death in peace and swift sleep. And should my time and fate come make it the same."
 
Xuba spoke truthfully as he had to. He was no man’s executioner, but also he was not a man to simply allow a man to merely wander away after wronging him. Alas even xuba knew it was much better to put down a man willing to sooner squeal and reveal his stomping grounds. This was not acceptable in many cases even to xuba.
 
The sound of footsteps alerted xuba of an new visitor with little alarm. a pale pasty colored man came into the scene. His finest assassins were dead, eliminated by the young man and now, hungry and cold the man made his presence known.
 
The fact that the man was in such a sorry state was enough for xuba to simply consider putting the man out of his misery.
 
It was but a thought. One he decided against letting such a man die for such an reason. With vigorous vigor. Yet his instincts could only be resisted. Never removed. It was the reality xuba had to live with.
 
No evidence nor proof should follow xuba. And with a quick swipe at the mans belt and bag of money, then a push into the flames. The man screamed out in horror and pain as he was burned alive in the roaring fire.
 
"Once more i shall watch the passage of time pass this night into the next. With this man gone i can enjoy the benifits of his money. And with the benefits of money I can enjoy the wonders of enrichment. How glorious!"
 
Xuba said to himself confident there was no harm in his actions. Hence the man roaring with rage attempted to tackle xuba. But xuba simply placed a foot on the man’s face. Like a log and kicked him back into the flames. The body shook and a terrivle wail of rage, pain and fury. Finally the man went silent as xuba proceeded to count what the man’s money now in silence was.
 
 
(exit)
 
Wc: 8,504
 
Claiming 4k ryo
 
+10 stats
 
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