The Kraken.... Retreats?

The salt in the air smelt wonderful to the sailor.

Truthfully, one who was as attuned with their body as the Kraken was could always tell where they were depending on how the nature chakra felt. In the Island Country, the chakra felt cool but with a slight harshness to it that sprung the muscles’ vitality, thanks to the salt in the air from the surrounding ocean. It brought great peace of mind to the Kraken, who was not one to find himself worrying about much at all; this was all but a consequence of his upbringing, in which the lived experiences proved too much for his brain to handle as a babe, and as such entire sections of his brain blocked certain processes from forming so as to not destroy the psyche of the youth. It might have even started prenatally, since his mother was attacked while pregnant in order to bear the fruit of the love she bore for his father. A tragic story, to be sure, but not one the Kraken would’ve cared to cry for, since he had not thought of it since the day his father told it to him.

Yet now in  the Island Country, he couldn’t help but conjuring from the depths of the still lakes of his mind, dragging it from the mud at the bottom of his brain: his mother had been a Kaguya warrior, fabled warriors said to come from the Old Kirigakure, who would engage in brutal combat not for the sake of the village, but for themselves. True berserkers, shedding all willingness to live for the sake of the rush of battle, so fierce indeed the clan was nearly wiped out when the surrounding village thought them too dangerous to be reliable allies. Thankfully, the bloodline passed on and resurged decades later, allowing for his mother to exist, and for him himself to exist as well. And the spools of fate wove a beautiful love story between two berserking monsters; for what could be more meant to be than the union between a Kaguya and a Jugo, both meant to live and die by the art of battle, their passion for one another as fierce as any fight they had ever fought.

He considered his options; he could, in truth, offer his services to the Leviathan. However, he considered what he could do, and what he could offer. A live of shadowy secrets and keeping under the radar of those around him, refuge in the Land of Iron, and finally whoring and sailing. He was a murderer, to be sure, but one who murders peasants can’t quite ask himself to compete against ninja. If he were asked to fight against a lesser ninja, his lack of experience and the rust within his joints might prove fatal. And what would he say to the Leviathan if he declined his assistance? “Thank you, I’ll be on my way.” For sure not. He wouldn’t let someone walk into his hideout and just take off without a word, especially someone who offered their life and sword. No. Hiro would have to regroup, and rethink his strategy.

He took the next boat out of the Island Country, and made towards Rain Country once again. The Kraken would return.

wc: 545
/exit
/travelling to Rain Country
Claiming 5 Chakra
Claiming 545 words towards Suiton: Exploding Shockwave previously worked on here, bringing new total to 1351

Approved