- Mukuro KetsuaJounin
- Stat Page : The Mad Medic
Summoning Contract : Aoiryu
Clan Focus : Iryojutsu
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 150400
Ghosts of the Night (open)
Mon Dec 07, 2020 12:35 am
Nighttime. He had seen it from different perspectives in many areas. Through the trees surrounding hoshi to the icebourne peaks of the land of Iron. But nothing topped this view through q dilapidated building. Kazuhiro could only assume that this was once a place of learning and education judging from the shattered desks and forlorn books scattered about. There had been claw marks and puncture wounds in some of these rooms as he walked through in silence. Why he had came here was a mystery even to himself as he hummed silently to himself. He stopped near one of the rooms as he touched its handle to slide the door open, a fragment of a memory coming to play as he did.
He was once reminded of the boy he called brother, the young "prince" Arata. Such a name was almost foreign to him as the scene began to show them sitting about in a room ready to learn. He could always remember that his brother looked up to the wolfen father that he only saw but once in a mist filled forest. Why was there so much trust and faith put into a man that abandoned his own son was unknown to him. As he shook his head the vision slowly disappeared as he walked into the room with a huff," I don't need any of you anymore...you all abandoned me. The only thing I want now is answers," each step echoed with each word until he had made it to the center of the room. From the hole in the roof he watched as the moon slowly entered the room, his mind seeping elsewhere in the process.
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He was once reminded of the boy he called brother, the young "prince" Arata. Such a name was almost foreign to him as the scene began to show them sitting about in a room ready to learn. He could always remember that his brother looked up to the wolfen father that he only saw but once in a mist filled forest. Why was there so much trust and faith put into a man that abandoned his own son was unknown to him. As he shook his head the vision slowly disappeared as he walked into the room with a huff," I don't need any of you anymore...you all abandoned me. The only thing I want now is answers," each step echoed with each word until he had made it to the center of the room. From the hole in the roof he watched as the moon slowly entered the room, his mind seeping elsewhere in the process.
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