Post by Seishuku Kensei on Jun 1, 2009 0:27:55 GMT -4
[Takes place hours after Escape...]
Kensei could smell the smoke from a mile back, his fast footing to late to save the place he once called home as he sped to the cliff over looking what once was the village of Tenmeigakure, now a smoldering pit of ash and flame nestled with the forest of the Shrouding Mists. Kensei used his occular enhancement visor to spot any life forms in the blaze, but there were none to be found. All Kensei could feel was despair, as he scaled down the cliff, knowing full well he was responsible for this as much as the man who smiled in his face as he began to plot this terror. Every house was burned to cinders, as Kensei walked inside the village, there was nothing but destruction, but no death to be found. Despite the damage, Kensei found not one corpse, something that disturbed him more than the damage, but as he continued forward, it would seem that things only grew darker.
Turning the bend of a corner that was near the building that once house the council of Elders, Kensei's nostrils were filled with the most sickening of odors, the smell of charred human flesh, as a mound of corpses strewn about in horrific poses lie before him. Men with weapons in hand next to women who clutched their infants and small children in their arms, slaughtered like cattle, the blood beneath Kensei's feet soaked in hot, burning blood from the dead and desecrated. Kensei was silent as he walked past the arcade of atrocities, his rage in full conflict with his sorrow at the moment. It was then that Kensei realized that only a percentage of the villages populace was killed, his mind leading to the idea of a coup, the leaders not recognized among the dead, most of whom Kensei knew and trained with.
Amidst the burning bodies and destroyed homes, there was one home that was left unscathed, untoched and virgin among the rape and flaming pillage contrasting it in the background. Kensei walked to the home and recognized it instantly, it was the home of Tsurugi, the only person Kensei would have thought to bestow the title of friend upon. There was nothing suspicious about about the home, leading Kensei to believe nothing out of the ordinary would occur from entering the home. As Kensei entered the dwelling he searched the home for any signs of life, walking into the bedroom to find the body of Tsurugi, dead in his bed, feigning the image of sleep. Kensei stood in the doorway and stared at the body for several moments, looking in retrospect.
Walking over to the bed, Kensei removed his mask, kneeling down at the body of his former comrade, placed his hands on his knees and lowered his head, the sounds of the fire licking the timbers outside. "I am sorry Tsurugi, I have failed you. I had no idea that this man would have the means to overrun this village, to overrun you of all people, leaving you unscathed in some form of sick tribute to his own ability. I showed him our home, I allowed him to get this far in my hubris, to think that he would be crushed like all those who have tried to deny us the solace of our existence."
"I never told you I was leaving, again my apologizes, my thirst for vengeance costing me everything in the end. I have come fully understand now how weak I truly am, how weak we truly are, these demons that have come to plague and slaughter us prove to be to formidable for us to overcome." Kensei said, his words sporadic as his speech, unable to fully convey how he truly at a loss he was. Tears began to form in Kensei's eyes as the despair in his heart began to swell, the man who withheld from the expression of emotion overwhelmed at the moment.
"I have been surrounded by the presence of death my entire adult life, but I cannot continue, I am not strong enough my friend, and for that I offer my final apologizes..." Kensei said, lifting his head to see the face of his friend one final time, noticing the killer left his eyes opened, filled with fear and pain of the knowledge of his death and perhaps something more painful. It was this that filled Kensei loathing, as he moved his hand over his comrade's face to close his eyes. Lifting the large Tsurugi, Kensei dug him a proper grave, using Tsurugi's sword as the tool for extracting the earth from the plot, burying him outside his home, the sword acting as a marker for his final resting place. Kensei knew stopping the fire would be a futile endeavor, so he left it to consume the village, a method of purification from the desecration of the day.
"The man known as Markus Bleache will die for this..." Kensei said, his hands covered in dirt and tear soaked soot on his face as he stared into the night sky, the village and life he once led now up in smoke, as he contemplated his next course of action in gaining his revenge, for this and everything else, his sword in hand, his face bare as he stood next to the unscathed statue of a metallic tiger the line near his friend's grave behind him.
Kensei could smell the smoke from a mile back, his fast footing to late to save the place he once called home as he sped to the cliff over looking what once was the village of Tenmeigakure, now a smoldering pit of ash and flame nestled with the forest of the Shrouding Mists. Kensei used his occular enhancement visor to spot any life forms in the blaze, but there were none to be found. All Kensei could feel was despair, as he scaled down the cliff, knowing full well he was responsible for this as much as the man who smiled in his face as he began to plot this terror. Every house was burned to cinders, as Kensei walked inside the village, there was nothing but destruction, but no death to be found. Despite the damage, Kensei found not one corpse, something that disturbed him more than the damage, but as he continued forward, it would seem that things only grew darker.
Turning the bend of a corner that was near the building that once house the council of Elders, Kensei's nostrils were filled with the most sickening of odors, the smell of charred human flesh, as a mound of corpses strewn about in horrific poses lie before him. Men with weapons in hand next to women who clutched their infants and small children in their arms, slaughtered like cattle, the blood beneath Kensei's feet soaked in hot, burning blood from the dead and desecrated. Kensei was silent as he walked past the arcade of atrocities, his rage in full conflict with his sorrow at the moment. It was then that Kensei realized that only a percentage of the villages populace was killed, his mind leading to the idea of a coup, the leaders not recognized among the dead, most of whom Kensei knew and trained with.
Amidst the burning bodies and destroyed homes, there was one home that was left unscathed, untoched and virgin among the rape and flaming pillage contrasting it in the background. Kensei walked to the home and recognized it instantly, it was the home of Tsurugi, the only person Kensei would have thought to bestow the title of friend upon. There was nothing suspicious about about the home, leading Kensei to believe nothing out of the ordinary would occur from entering the home. As Kensei entered the dwelling he searched the home for any signs of life, walking into the bedroom to find the body of Tsurugi, dead in his bed, feigning the image of sleep. Kensei stood in the doorway and stared at the body for several moments, looking in retrospect.
Walking over to the bed, Kensei removed his mask, kneeling down at the body of his former comrade, placed his hands on his knees and lowered his head, the sounds of the fire licking the timbers outside. "I am sorry Tsurugi, I have failed you. I had no idea that this man would have the means to overrun this village, to overrun you of all people, leaving you unscathed in some form of sick tribute to his own ability. I showed him our home, I allowed him to get this far in my hubris, to think that he would be crushed like all those who have tried to deny us the solace of our existence."
"I never told you I was leaving, again my apologizes, my thirst for vengeance costing me everything in the end. I have come fully understand now how weak I truly am, how weak we truly are, these demons that have come to plague and slaughter us prove to be to formidable for us to overcome." Kensei said, his words sporadic as his speech, unable to fully convey how he truly at a loss he was. Tears began to form in Kensei's eyes as the despair in his heart began to swell, the man who withheld from the expression of emotion overwhelmed at the moment.
"I have been surrounded by the presence of death my entire adult life, but I cannot continue, I am not strong enough my friend, and for that I offer my final apologizes..." Kensei said, lifting his head to see the face of his friend one final time, noticing the killer left his eyes opened, filled with fear and pain of the knowledge of his death and perhaps something more painful. It was this that filled Kensei loathing, as he moved his hand over his comrade's face to close his eyes. Lifting the large Tsurugi, Kensei dug him a proper grave, using Tsurugi's sword as the tool for extracting the earth from the plot, burying him outside his home, the sword acting as a marker for his final resting place. Kensei knew stopping the fire would be a futile endeavor, so he left it to consume the village, a method of purification from the desecration of the day.
"The man known as Markus Bleache will die for this..." Kensei said, his hands covered in dirt and tear soaked soot on his face as he stared into the night sky, the village and life he once led now up in smoke, as he contemplated his next course of action in gaining his revenge, for this and everything else, his sword in hand, his face bare as he stood next to the unscathed statue of a metallic tiger the line near his friend's grave behind him.
