It was just one Kumogakure Jounin, Daitomi Imatokai, the woman known to some as the Paper Ghost now. She was ever still more youthful in this far off memory and Masahiro, twenty six years old in this past, stood against her as she tried to claim Koan, the girl caught between them. The pair rebutted and rebuked each other several times about the fate of the girl as well as the path of life she would follow if she did not go with one or the other, but Masahiro followed one doctrine the Kumo-nin would not. He did not speak in absolutes, he knew then as he knew now, only ones own will as well as that of those who were to train and teach you could direct your path. You were never set one fate in stone.
Daitomi had been the opposite, demanding that if the girl had not gone with her she would become just like her father. But now, looking back over the life the girl had lived after she had taken her own path and Masahiro took to the peace that she would be who she chose to become, maybe, just maybe, Daitomi had been correct after all. These dark thoughts lingered on in Masahiro even as Sanshi's ghost form spoke about the will and bravery of the young girl before them.
"She was strong and brave, just like her father, and those two traits mixed with her pride kept her with me. For a time it made me proud, it kept me strong. But in the end, it lead to much darker things. But we are who we choose to become. There is no finite path for any one of us, is there?" The Hatake asked, remembering the lessons taught by the Sannin who brought them here.
He then heard the words of the young genin who piped up at the situation and a thin smile pursed over his lips. Perhaps his soul was darkening over this far more than it indeed needed.
"She told Daitomi to get lost, that she could handle the affairs of the Uchiha clan on her own terms and that she would follow the will of her father in her own way instead of in the back-dealing information brokering passages of abandoning the village where her father had left her."
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 3:33 pm
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Once again, San was having to be the voice of wisdom, wisdom that came from the absolute horror of a career he had led. Maybe if he could show masa.
"There can be no light without darkness, and darkness without light. It is often our darkest times, the submerge of dark emotions often give us the choice to shine our brightest. All we must do is make the choice to transform. There is no path, there is no destination in life. When we seek perfection, we realize it is a moving target. All our exidtance is relative."
The scenery would change to reveal completely different constructs, light blue lines and waves with other myriad of colors. There was no visual pictures, just these constructs of lines and colors. The constructs seemed to be battling each other. San would approach one of them.
"This....this is my middle brother Jinpachi. A young genin, barely out if the academy. And this...."
A single kunai looking structure if blue lines struck through him. He would fall to the floor, his lines and colors, and meridians began to recede and fade.
Masahiro nodded as he began to look around at the odd assortment of lines and colours, this was how Sanshi saw the world. Taking it all in for a moment the Hatake nodded and shifted his stance, brushing his hand through the air between them. He exerted his force of will to change the scenery around them once more, the red glowing eyes beginning to spin as he did so, taking in the ambient force of what the place was and changing it to show another memory of Koan as she had been in life. Sanshi had thought derisively of his words, he was not finished. [ 1/10 ]
"But for as much as she spiraled along the path her father set before her." He began.
The scene around them changed to the first assault of the Kyuubi against Konohagakure. The beast was rampaging and tossing combatants as well as defenses of the village aside, the girl stood a fair distance back from the carnage guiding the lesser civilians of the village, as well as the genin and untrained Chuunin out of harms way and into the prescribed evacuations points. Then as the real fight began she broke orders, the villagers were handled and in more than enough hands to lead them safely away from the carnage. Herself a young woman still crossed the village directly into the fray with the beast. She did not back down in the face of her adversaries.
The beast was sealed for the first time that day.
Then the UHV attacked Konohagakure and Koan without a moment's hesitation returned to the forefront. She knew to use her hatred in constructive ways. She had taken on the will Masahiro had left her, the knowledge that hatred had to be given temperance else it was naught but destruction. As Masahiro and the eyes he bore shown them this he held his hand out in a flourish.
"But even as afflicted by hatred as she became she knew what to use it for. She was not blinded by ambitions like her father, until the end, when she was left without guidance and pushed into places she did not belong. I see the light in what it is you wish to show me Sanshi. I... I just needed to heal." He said as he turned and his eyes began to spin once more, shattering the illusory plane. [ 2/10 ]
The new memories gave Hikari a new perspective to see from, and as she did with the first, she memorized and felt with every bit of her soul the emotions behind the visuals of shattered minds. "Like a river, life ebbs and flows. It pushes us in directions we do not want to go, yet we keep moving despite how cruel life can truly be. If you need time, take it, but keep walking, moving forwards or you will be stuck in the nightmare of your own past." As the visual shattered, Hikari turned to Masahiro, her eyes now dry and strong, as if trying to help him up back onto his feet.
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Still brash, still driven by an external motivation. Still potentially manipulated by matters outside his control. San's words were a little sterner then they were before.
"When you first came to me, you were looking for something special. You were not one to see the illusion that was pulled over your eyes. When you where here I tried to show you...a different path. You speak the words of a man tugged by emotion, but you are not. You are a sage, and the rules are different for you. You do not get the crutches, the excuses that others get. Many use the excuse of a tragedy to pursue an easier path, an easier way. Heed my warnings masa...learn to let go.
The wheels turned again, dredging up the scene of Masahiro and Sanshi training at the Satetsu Compound. Still in the infancy of his defection to Sunagakure, when he was still deluded into believing he belonged to Konohagakure. The pair sparred and traded off philosophical topics, setting and countering each others moves until at last Sanshi had taken the entirety of the upper hand. Masahiro had let the information wash over him that day, he realized the answers were there and existed in nothingness. One could not be too full of themselves and expect to learn more. Yet now San spoke stern and spoke as if the pair of them were the authority on all things because of their title, because of their mastery of the natural world. [ 3/10 ]
But as suddenly enraged as Masahiro was over the man's words the voices in his mind quieted and he felt himself at ease as he watched himself in those pivotal moments with Sanshi. As he was released from the jutsu Masahiro had fallen to the ground and was holding a ribbon in his hand, a reminder of why he had taken out the search for betterment in the first place. Koan, the woman whose eyes began to turn once more, washing the scene wherein everyone stood white. [ 4/10 ]
"You're right Sanshi, but at the same time you're beginning to sound impassioned in your words. Don't let the emotional grip you're striving to break from me wash over you. If ever it should come to pass, abandon me unto my fate, if I am alone I cannot hate." The Sage said as he looked at the other, eyes turning once more in a radiant display of chakra before he cast the genjutsu aside, the image of it appearing to shatter like glass and fall to the ground leaving them in the rain soaked forest once more. [ 5/10 ]
"I have learned on more than one occasion to let go, my friend. I've let it all go, passion, hatred, love, despair. But this, I won't let it consume me, I... I'll live to cleanse her and her father's sins as well as my own." Pounding his hand across his chest he turned the face the pair.
"Sage or not, I cannot go on living without reason. None of us can," The man said to them "I won't be fooled by the illusions of this world any longer Sanshi. But until I find Enlightenment I'm forced to break through them, so I'll meet them head on, with these eyes."
Masa missed the point of his words, but that may have been a result of his choice of words and not a lack of understanding on Masa.
"you misinterpret my words Masa. Just as an adult is only a child that has accumilated experience and time, so are you in comparison to those without. It is not to me you are held responsible, or your rank, or even your belief. It is choice. The problem is always choice. You can choose to accept your inner greatness and let it shine in your every action, or let impurities reside in your resolve. We are all the same...some simpley choose to transform when given the Need arise. You focus on emotion, but even thede are mute points in regard to choice. The sun will Shine if it is happy, it will shine if sad. The only time it wont shine is when it chooses not to
Hikari released her gaze from Masahiro and looked at Sanshi instead. She let out a small sigh as she realized what Sanshi was trying to do. Keeping an eye on the memories that were continuing to pop up before her she also peered at the two to make sure nothing went awry. Taking a few steps back the young genin let them talk it out, ready to split them up if things took a turn for worse.
Sanshi disappeared after telling Masahiro to go to the crevice, and Hikari had things to do still too. On the other hand, Hikari could not leave Masahiro alone in this state. Throwing up some hand signs she created a clone solidified from air. "I have some things i need to do." the clone would say before bowing to Masahiro and the real Hikari then leaving for the Kazekage's office. [Clone Exit To] Kazekage Office
Stepping forwards towards Masahiro, Hikari crouched down beside the grieving man. "My eiseijutsu may not be able to heal a broken soul, but the least I can do is help you put it back together. I'll stay as long as you need." The sincerity in her eyes would pierce Masahiro's own if he were to look at her, showing him the efforts of a friend.
Masahiro sat a few moments longer and the voices of reason and madness danced around a little longer in his head. He was distraught over the death of his daughter and the choices he had taken in continuing on, reason dictated that this guilt was normal and that he would move beyond it. But the madness spoke different. To him it said in a tone he recognized solely as his own, his own voice echoed these sentiments as he made himself stand tall and pat the little girl beside him upon the crown of her head.
"You hold the corpse close, confusing it with something that is broken beyond repair. The dancing blue flame shudders and trembles, "Who... can stop me?" you ask again and again. Noesis... In the unchanging world, there's nothing to forgive; you are only staying alive." Lyrics so far flung and forgotten, ripped from a tome so few remember, but never truer in his mind than now.
His daughter lay dead and his mind was asunder over the idealogical differences he held about it. Sanshi, too, was right, and he must recover himself from this and move on. Turning to face the young girl he gave her a nod and began to inspect her critically, the pinwheel of his eye turning and glowing slightly as he did so. The Duality had begun, but were these the pieces that would keep it all together? [ 6/10 ]
"What I need is to make sure my mistakes are not repeated into the next generation and that the Sennin I train to follow me into the world after my departure are not as conflicted as I. You can heal my soul by remaining whole, young child, and never allowing yourself to become as fractured and broken as I. You can, in the meantime, heal my wounds and those of the other villagers as needed if your skill is as good as you believe it to be." The man spoke to her in a stern voice.
"Let us away from this dismal place for now, someday I will return here to plant flowers in Koan's memory, but for now... For now it is too much to bear." He finished as he turned to look over the field once more, his eyes scanning for any signs of visible chakra, noting the odd ability to perceive chakra just barely as he looked over the young girl. [ 7/10 ]
Getting up and patting her on the head, the man spoke kind words as if already recovered, but there was still sadness in his voice. The man would quote lyrics of a sad song she had heard of before, thinking back to how she was never allowed to hold her own parents close. That was a story for another time however. She stood as Masahiro left, following the silver haired Jounin out of the rain forest and to the academy. [Exit To] Suna Academy
The medic found her way to the place where she had mourned the passing of a friend, alongside her two allies. She then tidied up the surrounding area before grabbing the earth and pulling up rock, up to about chest-level for her. she then took out her dagger, and used a jutsu on it, giving it an edge of wind, and carved letters into the stone. [In memory of the great soul whose service will never be forgotten.][1/3]
Hikari would then remove the wind jutsu, and place the red lotus flowers at the stone's foot as a sort of offering. It wasn't much, but it was the least she could do to keep the memory safe. Stepping back, Hikari would kneel down, praying for the girl and Masahiro both, that they would find happiness in life and death, and that they would know that death is not always the end of a person's life. [2/3]
Hikari must have prayed for about half an hour before she finally got up and dusted herself off. The bottom of her dress was stained with patches of dirt, though the spiritual connection that she felt afterwards was that of a gift that seemed to grow inside her, as if a new power was awakened. giving the stone a final bow, she made her way to the hospital for some training. [3/3 Will of Anima]
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