The Siege of Sunagakure (Village Takeover)

Kutari would marvel in the historical battle that was sparked before him, identifying the lone man claw at the major forces of this village that seemed to beckon him over in hopes of being sentenced to a final slumber. It was already enough to restore the hope and passion in the empty cavern which was Kutari upon witnessing the overwhelming power which resonated from this twisted assassin, though to see such a presence implementing their combative efforts towards such a grand display of shinobi forces would result in an exhilarating sight and appreciation for the world he stepped into just moments ago; the astray and derailed teen obtaining the proper assistance to guide him within the darkness and back onto the tracks before him with the exerted power of this albino man, a task that he could’ve never done by himself. Though he was a trained killer with battle hardened skills and strategic comprehension, he wouldn’t look away or watch the battle ensue like he’d typically would wielding an overall apathetic exterior, a more raw and passionate face being held unlike his usual one derived from the previous pleasantries he found himself partaking in as the reinstated fire within shined brighter than ever, incapable of looking away as it’s source flame went out in a blaze of glory. He’d expect the few individuals idly standing around watching ahead of him to watch out from a lower pedestal wishing to learn from the more honed and experienced combatant while also reveling in the warrior’s dance, though Kutari surely operated from a different headspace as he recognized the difference in the two’s power however wielded the talents and knowledge to shorten the distance between them albeit requiring time. For the time being, he’d simply just enjoy the show, witnessing the sight that he was expecting to be involved in during his travels to these desecrate lands - the abundance of which would apparently soon receive a new neighbor as the impending destruction took place. Kutari would look forward not as a follower or student wishing to learn, however a fellow chaos seeker that enjoyed the onslaught of a bloodbath, surprisingly content with staying as such though he ideally wished to partake in the battle.

What came even more of a surprise to the boy would be his overall satisfaction and calmness in this situation: why hadn’t he jumped in the spree of battle, his previously adamant and overbearing persona wishing to take the demon on in a race to see who could tally the most points in this sensational warfare, instead secluding himself to the comforting position of rest as he bathed in the sun’s gaze overwashed with compacted sand. It had been so long since the boy truly had a chance to sit by  himself with such a range of tranquility given the circumstances, the Kutari a few months ago seemingly blinded with rage and sadism practices as he feasted in the agony of his opposition, cursed by his own lust for blood. Though still present, it wouldn’t be nearly as significant and vibrant as it once was before, hinting at the subliminal development he was experiencing regarding his psyche without knowledge. Even now as the screams of pain and zealous trauma reflected across the great deserts, he’d never possess such an uncanny amount of self control and focus within his internal thoughts, somewhat cutting away from the breathtaking sight as he watched from a safe distance behind his optics.

Having gained his freedom and escape over half a year ago, allowing such a wild beast to roam around relatively civilized populations was an unfortunate omen that should’ve never been let to pass, dooming all of those that crossed his path as the blinded beast rampaged all along his path and seemed to be forever cursed with insatiable hunger. It all seemed like a blessed dream to the youth however, a world to roam around as he saw fit antagonizing the various locals and those that dare tried to exist alongside him in this world, claiming the space as his own turf and laying a mighty hand to those that failed to respect his territory. A place he could fully embrace the monster he was raised to be by his previous captors, a king of pitiful bones and succulent lands that were all for him to command and dictate, it wouldn’t take long as he soon rose to be a menacing power in this place, one of which few would even wish to speak of as they avoided the man even when lacking presence. An ideal canvas that he illustrated himself and broadcasted to the world in which they responded how he expected, with fear and forced smiles - a reality he loathed in predicting so easily, as if the challenge he once found tempting upon arrival and opposing threats all but fell into his lap with no intent of dismissal of his call. It was like an encasement of illusionary mirrors forever stalking the teen reflecting to him what he wished to believe, feeding into the lies and deceit that clouded his ideology and judgement as the days went on attempting to convince the boy of something he no longer was - allow him to keep the value and integrity of the only substance that kept him together. His arrogance remained stern as he failed to ever happen upon a proper opposition, a recognizable rival that continued to ruffle his feathers and cause the bastard king to remain tactful, instead incorporating a world that remained his oyster with little need to plan or grow stronger, this reality sparking the consistent cycle that kept him in this world for so long refusing to believe there was anything greater out there, no opposition that could defeat his calamity or prove to be a worthy opponent remembering.

This cycle grasped upon the boy for dear life, needing his presence to be validated and remain present in the world as he fed it with his false beliefs and thoughts, unaware of the truth of his own feelings. Despite the many days of boredom and lackluster chatter, he’d never realize the artificial pleasure and enjoyment he imagined each day with his actions, the overflowing darkness that laid within his heart haunting him as it required more chaos and mayhem to properly be calmed, the lonesome nights staring into nothingness with a greater emptiness before he even reached such a world, a similar sensation of shackles and bonds presented to him in his idol thought as he laid witness to his expressive thoughts of the past remaining unrestrained. It wasn’t until stumbling upon that same kunoichi in the midst of the night weeks ago that his illusion was shattered, the powerful presence she alluded to forever being a curiosity within his mind as to how much stronger she actually was in comparison to the casual riff raff he experienced on the daily in his confined zone. As if clockwork his world would be smashed and the youth rescued from the clutches of the frustrated curse as it could feel it’s image fading away, though after such a phenomenon he was left with a cold and forsakened pain, catching onto an uneasy limbo featuring no means of establishing a home or true call to action that resonated with him on a greater level then what met the eye.

Now, the fruits of his labor regarding the lengthened banishment from reality as he experienced the captivating battle that continued before him, a wondrous sight to discover with no ties with either side as he held no judgement or favoritism towards both parties, only wishing to enjoy the crying judgement that was laid upon both sides, though the sinister and chaotic battling style the lone man incorporated seemed to be the only source of attack which would find its mark, bearing witness to an unique form and representation of might as black organic makings of apparent threads would surface from his body and deliver their might upon the receiving forces, the source of this power deriving from the white haired demon solely. The way he fought was harmonious, his craftful work implemented in his own attacks as his beast flew through the air delivering a relentless onslaught that’d bring many to tears for various reasons, at times Kutari would clearly show more interest then before as he appreciated the fellow warriors methodology in combat. The display would continue with earnest as the man took out the rows of shinobi riddled staircases as corpses and misery laid in his unstoppable path, all before reaching the end of his dance as he distributed much more personal and unique forms of execution. It wouldn’t be long before the fight had neared it’s close and he’d return to the group with a seeming satisfaction for the work that came today, though it was clear this wasn’t meant to solely be a message regarding the man’s intent as he suggested they’d hurry along inside and continue their work. He hadn’t a clue who the man was or where he came from, but it was overwhelmingly obvious he was powerful and held an array of abilities that many empires would crumble before, and with the presence of this man it went far beyond the pitiful excuses of those shinobi could of offered in the sense of restoring the empty portion of himself he failed to claim.

As he made a comment regarding the presence of Kutari, he’d wait for the man to finish his outside observation before making a short one of his own, usually not being so lenient with sharing his name though this man earning his respect in mere moments that many have failed to do over the span of months. He cared little about loyalty or gaining trust from the man and wasn’t even sure what exactly he was getting himself involved with,though sure he wished to learn more about this peculiar interest of this individual and where he originated from, sensing a lengthened appreciation and enjoyment out of him that’s been years in the making, they had common ground and comprehended said ground perfectly. “Kutari,” would come out of the boy’s mouth in a calm and collected tenor voice, unshackled or restrained any longer as he took his first steps into an intricate world that he’d never expected to stumble upon so casually, abandoning the short lived wreck that only aimed to limit him and his progression facilitating the idea of already being at his peak performance with no opposition to come. As he followed the other individuals into this village and this mysterious person in particular, he’d realize the error of his ways and the importance of never truly accepting the reality that he currently witnessed, promising himself to look towards greater feats and accomplishments in hopes of always satisfying his curious and parasitic mind, unwilling to once again be abandoned and left alone with no means of recovery as he traveled along the sand road with this band inhabiting secrecy.  He’d look towards the white haired male that just finished displaying that beautiful spectacle for the audience to appreciate, and by the sound of his words it seemed this group involved inducting them into the world of greatness that he himself inhabited, a fact that Kutari would be foolish to refuse receiving his ace in the hole to experience true battle with this newfound power within himself. Unaware of the dimensions or depth of this power, all he knew was that the old version of himself had long since evaporated alongside the facade that he found in himself, all the coming events of his life recently setting off in a chain reaction as he was left with the person he presented himself to be now, this one person or better identified savage escorting him to a paradise he only thought he knew and comprehended. A new being all in of himself, he’d run along with this discovery in hopes of feeding it with knowledge and merit that could be taken to a greater source and cultivated within himself, reaping the benefits of housing a new and improved version of himself all in the process.

The great walls would overlook Kutari in a defeated stance as he walked with his new group, reliving the life he once knew as he entered a new chapter in of itself; the stature that this same wall once held only minutes ago quivering in the presence of it’s opposition as they valiantly traversed it’s ground, unable to do anything as they’d be forced to succumb to their new master in the form of one lone man, and with a bit of luck and dedication his efforts would bare fruit to a new set of creations that he all but tinkered with, effectively stumbling upon such monstrosities as they resonated havoc with every touch. Kutari could only hope the road up ahead would be intriguing and a journey worth traveling as he entered a new space blindly, clinging upon this new founding of knowledge and hope that gleamed above any sense of fear or unease.

WC: 2195
TWC: 3500

[Exiting into Sunagakure]

Claims: 2000/2000 for Ninjutsu spec
3400 WC as 17 towards Chakra
1500/4000 for this

WC can't be used for both items/armor/weapons and stats I'm afraid, you'll have to make that for one or the other.

Changed my claims

Approved