- SeiichiCitizen
- Stat Page : Seiichi Kittaru
Clan Focus : N/A
Village : Kemonogakure
Ryo : 11000
A Walk into the Mystics (p)
Mon Sep 30, 2019 9:21 pm
Seiichi Got up from bed and moved out of the cave. He felt like the day was going to be good. Walking over to the fire and putting it out with some of the water from the river, he grabbed his walking stick and headed out into the woods. They were called the Mystic Words of the village hidden in among dreams. Known for their large creatures that wield the powers of genjutsu he made sure to be careful. Trying to not let his mind wonder. He used it as a focusing point, something to keep him calm while walking.
Watching to birds of the sky, the chipmunks, and the other little animals of the forest run about and get food, or make their homes. It was calming in of itself. Everything had its place. Had somewhere to be. There was no ridicule or hate here. Though nature had its own evil way, evil, its just the circle of life. Seiichi thought. The birds of the sky ate the small creatures of the earth. The large earth creatures, ate the plants, and some of the other creatures as well.
As he walked the ground crunched under his feet. The trail was heading north, back toward the thickness of the woods. He could feel as the mysterious nature of the area thickened. It almost had a texture to it. They brought out thoughts of childhood. Some of the kids used to chase him through the woods, smacking him with sticks and rocks. They pelted him with stones. He could almost feel the pain of them smacking against his back.
Some of the kids chased him for days. Seiichi found himself hidding in the trees or even the caves. The creatures were nicer back then, more tamed, controlled by the leadership of the village. They seemed to do it for everyone's safety, not just his, he doubted they would do it for just him. In fact, he knew they wouldn't.
The people of the village were kind to each other, but they always seems cruel to people that were a bit different. People with scars, a limp, a dysfunction of any kind. They always shunned people, pushed the people's focus away from the needy and put it on their pockets, their money. They encouraged people to give money to orphanages and nonprofit organizations. They never said what happened to the money. People just assumed where it went. That it got to the people in need, but they were wrong.
Seiichi never seen a dime of that money. The orphanage was rebuilt plenty, they had food, but coin in his pocket? Never. Greedy bastards of the village, good for nothings. The rage burst open like a pimple on Seiichies back. He picked up a rock and smacked it against a nearby tree. He continued to hit the tree till his hand went numb with the vibrations. Digging into the tree with a sharp rock, it only got sharper as it broke against the bark, peaces of it shattered away.
He let the rage fill him and push through him. The tree payed the price. When he was done, Seiichie found his hand was cut up. Blood dripped from it with ease. Wiping it on his clothes he got back up. Took deep breaths he looked into the sky and focused on the birds, focused on the animals. He could feel the normality returning.
What was normal? And how would he know? Seiichi thought about the ground he walked upon. How much he was like it. Always, he was told to be this way and that. He was glad to be free of them. Free of the people that seemed to keep him bound in his mind. The ridicule and hate they generated was always driving him mad, even the calming techniques seemed to be fused with hate.
WC: 645
Watching to birds of the sky, the chipmunks, and the other little animals of the forest run about and get food, or make their homes. It was calming in of itself. Everything had its place. Had somewhere to be. There was no ridicule or hate here. Though nature had its own evil way, evil, its just the circle of life. Seiichi thought. The birds of the sky ate the small creatures of the earth. The large earth creatures, ate the plants, and some of the other creatures as well.
As he walked the ground crunched under his feet. The trail was heading north, back toward the thickness of the woods. He could feel as the mysterious nature of the area thickened. It almost had a texture to it. They brought out thoughts of childhood. Some of the kids used to chase him through the woods, smacking him with sticks and rocks. They pelted him with stones. He could almost feel the pain of them smacking against his back.
Some of the kids chased him for days. Seiichi found himself hidding in the trees or even the caves. The creatures were nicer back then, more tamed, controlled by the leadership of the village. They seemed to do it for everyone's safety, not just his, he doubted they would do it for just him. In fact, he knew they wouldn't.
The people of the village were kind to each other, but they always seems cruel to people that were a bit different. People with scars, a limp, a dysfunction of any kind. They always shunned people, pushed the people's focus away from the needy and put it on their pockets, their money. They encouraged people to give money to orphanages and nonprofit organizations. They never said what happened to the money. People just assumed where it went. That it got to the people in need, but they were wrong.
Seiichi never seen a dime of that money. The orphanage was rebuilt plenty, they had food, but coin in his pocket? Never. Greedy bastards of the village, good for nothings. The rage burst open like a pimple on Seiichies back. He picked up a rock and smacked it against a nearby tree. He continued to hit the tree till his hand went numb with the vibrations. Digging into the tree with a sharp rock, it only got sharper as it broke against the bark, peaces of it shattered away.
He let the rage fill him and push through him. The tree payed the price. When he was done, Seiichie found his hand was cut up. Blood dripped from it with ease. Wiping it on his clothes he got back up. Took deep breaths he looked into the sky and focused on the birds, focused on the animals. He could feel the normality returning.
What was normal? And how would he know? Seiichi thought about the ground he walked upon. How much he was like it. Always, he was told to be this way and that. He was glad to be free of them. Free of the people that seemed to keep him bound in his mind. The ridicule and hate they generated was always driving him mad, even the calming techniques seemed to be fused with hate.
WC: 645
- SeiichiCitizen
- Stat Page : Seiichi Kittaru
Clan Focus : N/A
Village : Kemonogakure
Ryo : 11000
Re: A Walk into the Mystics (p)
Tue Oct 01, 2019 7:38 am
seiichi calmed himself. He took deep breaths and tried to ease his mind of the torment he wanted to cause in everything around him. There was no call for his actions and now he was just hurting himself. Pain. Something his body was aquatinted with so well. It seemed to be his only friend. The scars that were on his body, the one on his face, they were nothing like the scars in his mind. Though, all were jagged and it was hard to make out some of their shape, the scar diffusing into the surrounding skin, as if it grew there from birth.
[exit]
WC: 104
TWC: 749
[Claiming: +3 Health = 23 // Genjutsu Release 250 Learn / 250 Master & Generic Sealing Technique 249 / 250]
[exit]
WC: 104
TWC: 749
[Claiming: +3 Health = 23 // Genjutsu Release 250 Learn / 250 Master & Generic Sealing Technique 249 / 250]
- Zaled UchihaChunin
- Stat Page : The Breaker
Clan Focus : Genjutsu
Village : Tsukigakure
Ryo : 222000
Re: A Walk into the Mystics (p)
Tue Oct 01, 2019 6:24 pm
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