Mission Thread, Rael's

[Necromancer of the West]

Name: Help the Yamanaka!
Rank: D
IIC Length: 2 days
Difficulty: easy
Objective: -Find the Clan member that needs help. Agree to allow them access to your mind. Have them use their mind dive technique on you successfully.
Description: A member of the Yamanaka Clan is needing help learning their clan techniques. Be the test subject for their techniques!
Reward:19250

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Cold, frigid air would swirl about, picking up the dead leaves that had fell during autumn. ‘Winter is approaching.’ Rael sighed, putting his hands in the pocket of his pants. ‘At least it isn’t Yuki.’ The last intense winter he endured was when he entered the Land of Snow to take care of a cursed land. He didn’t miss it one bit. The afternoon had just approached, the sun giving off deep shadows in the crevices that it caught. He had obtained a mission to go to the Yamanaka’s so one of their clansmen could practice one of their techniques. He knew a little about the mind walker clan. He was apprehensive of letting one of them delve into his mind. But he was getting paid to be a voodoo doll. ‘After all, they are practicing it. They shouldn’t be too advanced to do any damage.’ Rael thought wrong.

The Clan’s compound was approaching far to fast for Rael’s taste. If one would look at him, they would see his sly smirk gracing a handsome, aristocratic face. Eyes laxed but observing everything. In his mind though, he was nervous. There were things in his mind he rather not let out. ‘Why did I even agree to such a thing.’ One of the Yamanaka guards halted his movements, requesting identification. Normally Rael would be sweet talking his way into the Clan, but today seemed ominous. Handing over the mission report, the guard nodded and pointed him in a general direction of meeting this Inora Yamanaka.

Five minutes of walking went by before a blonde with flowing blonde hair, cascading to her lower back approached. She wore a Kohona headband and a Chunnin Vest. This did not bode well for Rael. Before he could speak up, the girl beat him to it. “Wow! You are far prettier than I expected. She did say a handsome gentleman would help out!” The she did not go unnoticed by Rael but he decided to ignore the pronoun and get this over with. Flirtatious grin, hair swept back out of his face, exposing deep amber eyes. Rael was ready to converse. “Dear me, it is I who usually does the complementing. After all, such stunning gold locks with amethyst colored eyes is breathe taking to see. A Chunnin as well? You also have power!” The older Yamanaka chuckled and grinned before turning around, motioning for Rael to follow.

“So Rael, did the mission statement tell you what technique I will be practicing?” With her back turned away, Rael narrowed his eyes. He didn’t give out his name at all. Usually clients don’t get to request a ninja unless they are high profile. “No they did not. Pardon, I didn’t catch your name.” The blonde turned around, still walking at a moderate pace, and chuckled. “Oh, that must of slipped my mind.” She paused for a moment before giggling once more. “Get it. slipped my mind. Oh, forget my lame puns, but I am Inora. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rael!” She turned around before coming face to a building, assuming it is her training grounds. “I am finally getting to master my clan’s Mind Dive Technique. Omoitobikomi no Jutsu.”

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She guided Rael through a few corridors, only to enter a dimly lit place, filled with incense to give off a calm ambiance. There was a table in the middle of the room, close to the floor with two cushions. “Please, take a seat and we will begin.” I obliged and took a few calming breathes to release the uneasiness of the situation at hand. Rael would normally ask questions, such as how well trained with the technique is she. How far has she gone with her clan’s jutsus. An ominous feeling was overwhelming making Rael warry of most actions. This didn’t go unnoticed by the girl who spoke up. “Don’t fret, Rael. I am fairly good with my Clan’s techniques. You have nothing to worry about. Now just relax. I’m going to search for a relative joyful memory. I can search for such things without looking at anything else. When I pull out, let me know if I got it right.”

Inora put her two hands against Rael’s pale skin. Without any notice, the Yamanka plunged deep into the crevices of Rael’s mind. Stiff as a board, Rael clenched his hands and controlled his breathing. Any and all ‘joyous’ thoughts were pressed forward so she didn’t have to delve any deeper than she needed. Unknown to Rael, a memory that started off joyful got pulled to the front. Inside his mind, Inora saw glimpses of various memories that she had recalled. She was purposely told to aim for joyous memories for some odd reason. But she didn’t argue. One memory stood out and she viewed it like a movie. It was him on the streets of the entertainment district. He was on the side street, giving a performance. There was a huge gathering to see Rael weave illusions and shadows before their very eyes. They were all enthralled. The look of satisfaction, joy, and another emotion she couldn’t pin point was expressed on his face.

Seeing enough of the memory, she pulled out of it and back into the mindscape. Something caught her eye. This memory seemed tainted. Like it had been altered. She has seen this before when her father had purposely altered one of his memories so she could detect such abnormalities. But this was a fellow Leaf ninja, she would need consent from Rael to pursue any further. Pulling out she gasped, taking in a deep breath. “It’s always strenuous delving into a mind.” She softly chuckled, but her smile turned slim before she resumed talking. “I encountered something strange.” Rael’s heart started to beat faster. He knew something was going to be off about this mission. She talked for Rael. “I am unsure what memory it was. Would you like me to go look and try to unalter the memory? Rael gave pause for a moment.

[Necromancer of the West]

There was one of his memories that was strange. “What did you mean by ‘unalter’? Are you saying someone has messed with my mind?” How was that possible? Rael was certain that no one has altered with any memory. No encounters he has had seemed odd. ‘Was it the Witch Loki? Did she alter them?’ Curiosity set deep into his mind, getting the best of him. He had to know what was wrong. Rael nodded once and Inora resumed the position once again, sending her conscience into his mindscape. She easily found the only anomaly and teased the memory out and entered it. She let the altered memory play at first.

The sun was high, giving off a nice warmth into the spring air. It hadn’t rained in a few days, leaving the trails rather dry. A rather fine condition for travelers. A vibrant child with black hair that was a mess of a nest on his head was holding a woman’s hand. It was Rael when he was eight. The mother looked down and smiled brightly at the boy, giggling at the bubbling energy the boy held. After all, it was his first time outside the village walls. It was weird. It was only the three that had left the gates with a horse and caravan. A man steering the horses beckoned the two into the wagon. Hours went by before the memory started to get strange. The horses dropped to the ground, as if they suffered from severe dehydration. The mother and Rael stepped outside with, assuming, the father to see what the problem was. The mother tried to tell the boy to step back into the wagon. But the child did not listen. A concussive wave of force blasted near the three, sending them onto the ground, with scrapes and bruises.

The child got up, eyes in a frantic state of mind. He couldn’t control his own body. Fear was present on his face as his arms grabbed a rather plain knife from a small sheathe his father gave him before they left. Rael tried to speak. Tried to scream for his mother for help. But no words came out. A wave of energy washed over Rael, whose eyes were now glazed over. A predatory smirk came upon the little one, who approached the two parents. The mother was slowly getting up, shaking her head at the trauma. The boy pounced onto the mother and pinned her to the ground. Emotions were flaring in the boy. The look of terror that marred his mother’s face. It gave Rael chills. It gave him excitement. A quick downward slash, and his mother was no more. Blue eyes dulled and gazed into amber eyes.

“What have you done son!” The father was upright, breathing rather rapid. The man scurried on the ground away from the possessed child in attempts to flee. A chuckle was the son’s only response before the boy charged at his own father. With a jump, the knife sunk deep into the father’s heart. The control over Rael was gone. Stepping back from the dead corpse of his father, Rael observed what he did. A smirk, then a frown were fighting control. He didn’t know how to feel. Collapsing to his knees, Rael began to laugh in misery. Tears streaming down his face before passing out. The last thing he saw was an entity hovering over his parents. Gathering a glowing substance from their body. Their soul. Then there was black.

[Necromancer of the West]

Inora was shocked. If she was in her body, it would be shaking with fear, sadness, and anger. What she saw was heinous. But she remembered that the memory was altered. ‘Rael was now twenty four and this had happened when he was eight. The chakra that was used to alter the memory is weakened over that span of time. Lets see if this works.’ Inora thought to her self before latching onto the foreign chakra she was able to detect in the mindscape. Within a minute, the tainted memory turned back into a natural vibrant blue. It was cleansed. ‘Now lets see what the real memory was.’ She didn’t have to do this, enter it now, but she was curious.

The memory started the same, with the mother and son holding hands. But the expression of the mother seemed solemn and detached. Rael didn’t notice to due his bubbly energy. There was also a deep black crystal necklace that adorned her neck. It was tantalizing to look at. The father merely gazed darkly at the mother, who in return nodded and pulled her son into the caravan. It was the same few hours, but the atmosphere was more tense. More so from the mother than the father. The horses stopped. They didn’t collapse from dehydration at all. “Why did we stop!” The curious Rael beckoned to his mother, who remained stoic and silent. She descended from the wagon and onto the trail, with Rael following. The father jumped from the horses and before everyone’s eyes, the visage of the father wavered, revealing a different man.

Before them was a six foot two man. The skin was tinged a deep crimson red, hair frayed and swept back, revealing two rather large horns that seemed to be six to eight inches in length. Smaller horns adorned the body and a wiping tail could be seen behind him. Tattered webbed wings were pultruding from the back. But the feature that stood out the most, was the smirk. The man was smirking with glee. “Finally! The time has come. I was getting sick an tired of acting like a proper father.” A deep chuckle reverberated through the man’s throat before staring at the mother. “I’m assuming you want me to do the dirty work once again. After all, I had to bound his soul before he was born.” It wasn’t a question. It was a plain statement that was a chore for the devil like man.

[Necromancer of the West]

“Belial. Do it quick. Before they show up. If they know that we are both here, they will come in swarms. Even our combined strength we would falter. I don’t want the hunters to know of our son.” She emphasized the last bit, holding a rather confused Rael’s hand. The man only sneered before crossing his arms and walking towards the boy. The mother kneeled down and gave Rael a hug. “Know this my child. I am doing this to protect you.” The father snapped his fingers and sent Rael into a deep trance. Pushing his lover aside to get near his son, Belial placed a clawed hand on the boy’s head. Minutes went by before Rael screamed and passed out. Two bodies that looked identical to the glamoured father and the mother were picked out from the caravan and placed onto the trail. The mother glared at Belial once more who only laughed with glee and snapped his fingers. Energy swept over the landscape and bodies producing a rather gruesome scene. A bloodied Rael and dead parents. With a final chuckle the man vanished. The memory went blank after this.



Inora gasped and released her hand from Rael. Sweat was visible on her brow as her breathing was now heavy. What she experienced was not what she expected. She was told to help Rael but that was all that she was told by the oddity of a old woman. Rael was fairing no better. His eyes were no wide open, red veins slowly being seen in the white of his eyes. The jawline was tense as Rael was clenching his teeth. Clenching his hands as the real memories came flooding back. What he saw, the truth of that fateful day came lurching back.



“All this time, I thought they were dead. I thought that I slaughtered them with my own hands. IT WAS ALL A LIE!” Rael raised his voice, with a crazed look in his eye. That fateful day was what made him him. Inora spoke in a whispered voice. “Who were those two.” There was a stagnant pause in the conversation. Only heavy breathing of both of them was present before Rael spoke up.



“That was Mother and Father. Vira Sou Nara and Albeli Nara. My father took my mother’s maiden name since it is a prominent clan. But as you saw, Belial is his true name. But what was he!” The remembrance of the creature that came from his father’s form was disturbing. The aura that the man held was suffocating almost. ‘And the control he had over me as a child. Just a few simple snaps and everything fell into place for him.’ But one thing that came out of the conversation is what he locked away.



“What did he mean by locking away your soul?” Inora beat him to the question, but Rael remained silent. He didn’t even know himself. He didn’t even know how to access his own soul. He has seen countless others use their soul for a purpose. But he didn’t have the knowledge to do so. Rael remained silent and got up and headed for the exit. He was done for the day. He needed time to recollect and organize these new memories he held. But before he could go outside, Inora called out to him once more. “I was told for you to go to the Tower for another mission. Its still early in the afternoon. You should go. It might help you!”



I sighed deeply and exited the compound. Walking towards the Tower he stopped momentarily to gather what was happening. Why was he being summoned for another mission when he just got through with a taxing mission. Was she told by the Kage? Rael shook his head and headed towards the Tower once more.

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Mission Complete!
Payment has been arranged.