The Return
Apr 11, 2016 0:06:07 GMT -7
Post by An'ei Sekitan on Apr 11, 2016 0:06:07 GMT -7
Ffffffwwwwwwwwweeeeeeet! Loud and sharp, extended over the forest like the crack of thunder, a whistle escaped lips from a body hidden in the trees. Sunlight filters through the canopy during this hot summer afternoon in Kusa no Kuni, lazy clouds rolling across an ocean of blue like wave caps breaking against the surf in the laziest possible way. Even the bugs seems to have nothing but lounging to do today, save for the mosquitoes, which constantly tried to drain all they could see. A breeze brushed the leaves of the canopy aside to reveal the mysterious character who dared to disturb the peace of the landscape.
White hair like fresh fallen snow, long and wild, crested a powerful face with stark red eyes, eyes without pupils. A man, holding two fingers to his lips, crouched on the branch high above the fauna below. What appeared to be stark white Shinigami garb wafted in the breeze like Death’s cape, eyes watching the forest floor, and he rose to his full height. A single masterwork katana of black steel upon his hip, many kunai hidden on his body, he always traveled lightly when he needed to move. Something dark and heavy padded through the forest, enormous and swift, with a powerful rumble moving through the wood like a ripple in a pond. Where something so large should have crashed through the underbrush, instead it was silent as a shadow, a black mass of malice and death. Light as leaves in the breeze, the man lands beside the beast, dwarfed by the enormity of the black mass, and pat the beast upon its massive ribs.
“So you still remember me, old friend. That’s good. You’ve definitely gotten bigger though.” The man was infamous, or he used to be before he died, and was reborn through sheer force of will. Genkaku Houkou, also known as Uchiha Houkou, the Demon Dog of Kusagakure no Sato. At least he used to be known as that. Now he just roamed the forest, avoiding the hunting parties, yet dealing with those that Kusagakure could not deal with. His blade had known much blood, as did the fangs of his huge Worg companion, Sekizen. As the Worg looked down at his master, it spoke to him, the canine language familiar to Houkou’s ears. “Do you need a lift, old man?” Houkou grinned, “You’re one to talk. Let’s get moving.”
Like the wind that blew through the very forest, the two whisked between the trees and bushes, stirring nothing, not even the leaves with their passage. They were headed toward the capital, as it was time for him to leave the forest protection, now strong enough in this body to return to the world. It was time…[EXIT]