Post by Spectre of the Falls(Kuroki) on May 15, 2017 9:47:30 GMT -7
The Island was covered in mists. This once beautiful place has fallen into desolation and despair. Now this place is a haunted affair that only the bravest come forth towards. In the center of this small island is a cold and isolated building. This once proud Academy was meant to train Shinobi and the best from all over. But when a ancient war broke out on this very island the place became abandoned. Only a lonely Spectre of a man maintains the grounds and he doesn't even do that very well. For he liked the haunted and creepy feel of the place.
So much history and violence occurred on this island, that now it had thinned the veil to it's very limits. Spirits and demons walk freely on this island, not even needing the semblance of a human body. To the west on the desolate and decrepit school building was a darken woods whose very presence sends shiver up even the bravest of soul's spines. The howling of wolves and darker creatures can be heard at all times. And no matter the time of day it was always dark there.
To the South and the rear entrance of the building was a Graveyard full with mausoleums and other things caring for the dead. The undead walk freely from their undead necropolis that was built here after a battle left hundreds or more dead. Over time more and more people came here to fight, die and then become buried in this place forgotten from time. The whole island seems to be permanently under the light of a setting sun.
To the North and the front side of the building was where the various battles to seemed to have happen. The broken field has seen all sorts of scarring from various jutsu users and fighters. Broken blades, spears and other weapons litter and rot in the field. And more oddly this is the only landing point for the island. This place that was so quiet that it seemed any sound would be eaten. It was a calm that spoke of death and not comfort.
To East now here was an interesting bit for the fog was so thick no one actually knew what was there. The veil was so thin that you could literally end up on another plane if one was not careful. And this island is what the Spectre of Taki, the new master of the school decided to open back up again. Kuroki Kenzoburo or at least a part of him stood at the top of the crumbling building watching for his new students.
Just getting to the Roof would be a challenge for not all of the building was firmly on the physical plane anymore. This would be the first test for those to train in his ways. He smiled from behind his three quarters mask as the shipped docked with the first set of students to try this area. To make it somewhat easier for them though, a trail of Hitoma danced along a path towards the school. Whether it was safe or not though that is another story.