Severance: Casting off the husk of Oppression!

Tue Sep 29, 2020 11:28 pm

One's reality is nothing more than a fabrication compared to the reality of another. A veil that shrouds the truth behind it, more powerful than any Genjutsu that could be mustered. Smiles were being presented as if everything was alright, where as tears and struggle was being tucked away in the unknown. Konoha was deceiving its inhabitants, presenting them with lies of hope and possible liberation. But when...when was this to take place, when was this to be something more than pretty words to tug at the strings of the village's hearts? People were dying of hunger and thirst. No money to provide for their families and no light at the end of that tunnel. It was like a ghost town, no one of importance resided there any longer, it would see that even the leader of this place, the Hokage no longer wished to be there. How could someone allow such a thing to happen? How could they even be ok with it continuing? Where there no negotiations made, or even attempted? People are literally dying within the gates of this village as it lands are being pillaged. To what end will this be allowed? Where was the one they counted on?

Since his graduation Souji has not see or heard from the Hokage. In fact he haven't seen or heard from him before that. All that he knew was his clan, even they were scarse within the village walls. All that he saw was his mother and father. All that he wanted was to make them proud. Once true shinobi, even they did nothing against this oppression. Acceptance was all that they knew, the lot of them. This was not right, this did not sit well with the boy at all. From the very pit of his gut he felt a churning that conflicted him. Being torn between making two decisions that he wasn't quite sure about, or even if he was the one to do it. Sadden by such the boy stood out in the open. Facing what was the village with his body completely lax. His guard was high as always, but his heart was split. Tears flooded his eyes before running to his chin to depart toward the ground surface.

The sun laid high upon the clouds as the skies sang blue with the flock of birds that inhabit it. The wind whispered to the trees as the leaves rustled from its delicate touch. Well beyond the trees twenty meters to be exacts he found it peaceful. It was more life there than within the village itself. Another sad fact that was being revealed to him. His veil was slowly being lifted as he continued to gaze at the village gates. Trying to recollect fond memories of this place to no avail. It was hopeless and only caused him more grief. There was no potential there, nothing there would make him feel necessary. What could he even accomplish there, other than have the lining of his pockets invaded by that of the Kiri? That was no way to live, not for him at least. To the other's...maybe, but not to Souji. That would make him feel less than a shinobi, less than a boy with dreams.

Light shaking of the head the Hyuuga took a deep breath, exhaling from his mouth. Wiping the tears from his face, the last act of emotion towards this village that he would evet show. "Goodbyes always made me cry... never quite understood why. It matter not to me how strong my mind and heart was, I could never quite muster the strength to say 'Goodbye'. Instead, I liked to say 'later' or 'until next time'. It meant that I will see them again at some point, but now... I feel that this is different." Souji spoke from his heart, be it in a low and inaudible tone, it was from his heart.

All that he knew and ever loved resided in this village, no, this shell of its former self. His mother and his father and the very few Hyuuga civilians that played their part. They smiled in his face as they spoke words of gratitude to him. Words of gratitude? "Gratitude?.. No, lies." voiced the boy. No one in their right mind would have nothing good to say in times like this. Why hide those feelings, why hide that pain? What was the reason to entrust great things and the better good for the clan if they did not trust him with their pain? It was like another sliver of himself being taken. Despite the atmosphere his heart ached. In this heartach the sun won't shine the same, songs of the birds would pass as if the melody could not glide through the air as it once did before. But the truth is, he'd rather forgo comfort than to keep to a village that he doesn't love any longer. So instead he will let this heartach be his teacher and his reason to seek for something that can call to him as a long lost love.

For a boy of thirteen years of age, the complexity and maturity he displays is great. Not moved by his emotions, yet greatly motivated by them. In this time of great loss, his world gives way to sights and sounds of horror. It was as if he was walking withing a storm filled valley and he was being struck repeatedly by lightning as thunder laughs - emotionally. The love that he had was gone, but he was still there, the lost has impacted every part of his being. Not only could he not thing straight, but nor could he process activities - they ran on automation. To call it 'walking in a dazed,' does not approach the dark clouds that amass the confindes of his skull. There is a mental hurricane in there that noone can see nor comprehend. He may shut down for weeks, months! Then, one day, the lost will gravitate into new reality. He is not the only one to suffer, he will realize that this will not be the last time that he will encounter such loss. In that point all memories connected to this place will be bitter-sweet. Such an experience will not crush him, but he will be enriched by it.

The nausea swirled unrestrained in his stomach. His head warmed by half-formed regrets. His heart felt as if his blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat. The melancholy mood hung over him like a obsidian cloud, raining his own personal sorrow down upon him when every he wanted. Everything looked to be bleak and fleeting. No longer did he desire to set eyes upon this place any longer as it would only metemorph his pain into anger. Liberation for his kind will come by his own hands, in whatever method he deemed necessary.

These difficult emotions, he see them as a river flowing by. There is nothing to be done about them, just stay calm. For its been there a while now, this anger, escaping when he is away from those he held dear. He is angry at store clerks, shinobi, he is even angry at those who wanted to get to know him. His life needed changing for the better, a life outside of this hell would be good for him. But he would not be so foolish as to think tbat he could escape the consequences of leaving. He would be pursued, even attacked, all of which he will welcome in kind should it occur. "This is...Goodbye, Konoha. With all disrespect, should we ever cross paths again...it will not be on friendly terms." Cold words, even colder expression. The warmth of his heart was replaced with a cold black hole that was steadily consuming any positive feelings he had once had for this place. From his temples bulges vessels as lilac orbs transcends to pearls. Vast was his periphery as his compass revealed all. Turning his back on the village was the last tie that needed to be severed.

Those painful memories are books with chapters, deep and horrible; and so he leaves them on the shelf to gather dust. He can pick them up if he wish to relearn something, but he doubts that his perspective was not gained already from it. He will use them to re-see situations through the lens of their needs and traumas rather than his own. He desired for today, tomorrow and every tomorrow to be different from then own. He wanted to choose what he would write on those blank pages.

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