The Return of a Kyuketsuki

The sun was bright and shone down on her as she walked through the village - citizens parting in her wake - not because of who she was but because of the way she looked. The blood had thoroughly dried on her skin and was cracked in places as it had baked in the desert sun, she could have Mayflyed her way back but she was in no state. Her eyes were hollow as they stared ahead toward the center of the village, she had intended to head for the morgue where she was certain to find Kenshin but as she moved through the streets the whispers and heartbeats of everyone around her made the pounding in her temple increase to a painful level. Her usually neat straight hair was wind swept and caked into messy tendrils that spilled around her body, barely clothed, she kept moving toward her destination like a shell shocked soldier. 

Through the winding path of the grove she passed even more citizens who, upon seeing her would look toward the Spire and back to her with an odd look of fear in their eyes - before quickly getting up and vacating the area. A group of men she passed shuffled away in such a hurry they left a few things behind - one of which was a pack of half empty cigarettes with the light stuffed into the box. Having only noticed it due to the Byakugan she had yet to release, she would pause briefly to grab the box up, light it on and stick it in her mouth - before stuffing the box into her bra as she kept moving. It would only be a few more moments before the reason they all scampered away came into realization - on the once white marble front of The Spire was painted a mural of Kenshin and herself.

Halting in her tracks she stared at it, unmoving and unbreathing, while the smoke slowly drifted up from the still lit cigarette in her mouth. The smile… the smile was what did it - seeing a version of herself in just contrast to how she was really sent her over the proverbial edge. She wanted to laugh, she wanted to scream, she wanted to tear the entire building down - instead she stood stock still before slowly forming the hand seals that would express this feeling the best. 50 meters all around her clouds formed at an alarming rate, turning a bright day into night, the moment the clouds were fully formed though their color shifted from dark gray to deep red; and with a deep drag from nearly dead cigarette the deluge of blood rain fell from the sky.

There was some distant screaming as those still in the area were caught in her path, but overall this was a harmless technique - it was however a very heavy handed correction to what was a small issue in front of her…. Though it was very satisfying to watch the fraudulent smile melt away under the coat of blood. Of which she was now thoroughly covered herself, as white marble was thoroughly soaked with the rain she finally closed her eyes as if accepting failure finally - lifting her face to the sky she began to laugh.

That was the worst decision Kirigakure could have made… and she was so glad they did. It was a few seconds before she finally gathered herself together again to enter into her office, this time fully sinking into the ground with Mayfly only to emerge at the top floor in her office - the  carpet already soaking up the remnants of her jutsu; with no intention to end it anytime soon. “Welcome Home.”, was all she whispered to the empty room.

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Not even that she had become less than her father, less than her clan. Selling out to a village and trying to distance herself from what she was had led her down this road, had it not? She got comfortable in Sunagakure, got complacent with her defenses and the people around her she couldn't determine when she stopped relying on herself and relied on others. True she came to Suna for power, searching for that next step and now she stared at a person she didn’t know at all. Having relied on Kenshin for so long she forgot who she was, and meeting the Mizukage again made her remember that she was tired of the political red tape they all hid behind.

Placing her hand over the mirror she smeared her fingers down in a 3 stripe configuration over her face - the blood on her hands smearing faintly. She wasn’t Sunagakure at all, she never was and no matter how much she tried to be no matter how much she feigned it - she was a Kyuketsuki who answered to no one. It was about time she followed through on that, it was about time she left and took matters of the world into her hands. She had been alive long enough to see first hand how things in this world did not change without some overarching problem - and as it stood she had been that issue but having been assigned the role of leader of a group of people who wanted nothing to do with the rest of the world… perhaps she needed those who would.

It was over so quickly and the scene was one of masacre, some of the blood had ran into the river being swept along as if to warn the world of a once decimated clan resurrecting into the world. It was from this moment when her previous memory would have taken over and rewritten the events into one of defense but now she saw it all clearly. She was covered in their blood at this point, and her eyes were reverted back to their calm violet color as the thirst was satiated. Some of her semblance of mannerisms was returning to her as the scene took new light - she had to return them to their parents and explain they were attacked…. They had been attacked right? The scene lacked a crucial piece of evidence of course, the actual attackers. 

She shook the thought from her mind and had managed to travel with the two slung over her shoulders. The whole trip back to their home, a new mental blockade was being formed by Mizuki Ohta - a blockade to seal away the girl that had emerged. It had worked too, for nearly 7 decades she had only fed on animal blood or mission targets already paid to be killed. Walking that straight and narrow but now, there was no putting the woman back in that cage. Oh how she had tried but it was no longer her turn to walk the earth anymore, Ohta was put to rest and was never going to return.

TWC Claiming - 1781

Using 25% Max Stat Discount:
84 words towards Third Eye V7 1125/1125
1697 words towards Noppera-bō 1697/3750

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