Reviving in Turbulent Times [Closed]

They said death was an eternal place in which none returned. A pure world where one lived out the peace that they had deserved and earned. Why was it ever called the "Pure" world to begin with? Those that sit and wallow in the final embrace of a world where no pain or strife would come, but what of those stuck in limbo? He had watched his friends embrace the light or in some cases the dark of the Pure world, going forward while he remained. A state of here and not there which only proved to slowly snatch him into the embrace of insanity. In the beginning he was rooted to the place he had called home, idly watching as his friend was the last to see him. A final farewell as she married a monster and went on to forsake all that he had taught her. The next was his student. Proud and loyal who had took up residence in his abode to carry on the memory of the deceased wolf, taking on the role as the alpha for their family. In time he became proud of this man, but as it slowly slipped away he became bitter- Jealous even. All that got to live while he slowly succumbed to the eternal embrace of death. Was it fair? No, but this was the worlds justice.

In his seemingly last moments he laid eyes upon his son, a spitting image of the man at the sons age and he was proud. He began combat with the child to make him realize his full potential and in that felt he could finally rest in peace. His job was done. He had seen the seed that he had planted into the world and now he could be happy that he was finally going to grow, but was this really it for him? As he thought he was disappearing into the distance of the night something had grasped him. Tightly he was plunged through light and dark for what seemed like eons until he had closed his eyes and gave in. It was at this point he heard a voice. Raspy, almost like an old man yet it carried an authority that even he had to bow to.




The voice as quickly as it came disappeared before he had been shoved into darkness. No screams. No yells. He was about to accept that he was finally going to disappear into nothing before the words had finally hit him and before he knew it he was looking up. Inside of his body the pure gem that would have immediately revived him went into a sudden shift into chaos. Pushing and pulling his soul into a state of limbo and thus caused him to be "dead". Yet here he was. In an empty cavern covered by a colossal rock and only two ways out. He knew of this cavern. He had picked it specifically because of its underground channels. They lead directly into the village from underneath the mountain...and he knew of this alone. Busting from the confines that kept his body fresh all these years he let out a loud cry, the body finally being able to move. It wasn't in pain or anything remotely similar. This was a cry for freedom as he finally breathed air for the first time in...well forever. As he stood he looked around for a moment as his eyes adjusted. Red hues pierced the darkness of the cave as he walked toward its entrance, pushing the boulder from its position and stared into the world at long last.

As he shielded his eyes from the ferocity of the sun, he began to wonder about the events of the present. His home. His family....His friends. His first thoughts lied in the land of lightning, though was it right for him to return so soon? The village needed its Raikage but he felt weak...none of his former strength was in him. He couldn't let anything stop him from this and yet...there was a place in his mind that said to recover and soon he would reclaim his home. Throwing on the tattered pants and cloak that had he had left behind, he set off in the direction of the Black Market. A place he knew that would have the necessary provisions and knowledge for him to get acclimated in the world.