Where? (Open)

[DeeDub]

The dead of night was serene compared to the chaos of Kotaro's mind as he wracked it. Trying to get a minor detail that would lead him to his true home. When he thought of his past all he could remember was death, survival, dominance and tragedy.

A feral life Kotaro used to live until his return to the water country. Until it was silenced by folded steel in the hands of a master swordsman. He found discipline to further suppress this beast and finally caged in heavy genjutsu study. His past had become a heavily sedated de-clawed zoo animal as lays on faux habitat as children throw peanuts at it hoping it looks their way.

Kotaro continued down the moonlit road. Maybe something about his parents could jar a place to start from. He tried to think about his mother and only got visions of his dream. Her being mauled by his feral self. He could focus more on his father he death is uncertain in Kotaro's eyes as he died away from him and his mother. As he thought he remebered the sparks from the impact of metal on metal.

"My father was a blacksmith" On this island he was sure he would hold some clout and legacy for Kotaro to track. He felt a renewed vigor in the moonlight tinted forest around him.

[DeeDub]

The night was soon morning as Kotaro slept up in a tree... He awoke as the sun poked through the leaves. He poked his arms through his jacket and hopped down from the tree. It was still early as he looked into the sky. Kotaro wondered where he could find his hometown... Surely his father's workshop would be there and he would have apprentices who continued the art of smithing.

Kotaro held a single handsign as hollow bones in his back stretched skin to form mighty feathered raven wings. He flapped his wings and flew into the sky above the water country. Looking down upon the wilderness he spotted several small villages on the main island. He had to check them all... to find any traces of his family.

The day went quickly as he investigated asking anyone and everyone about a well-known blacksmith who suddenly disappeared. He couldn't remember a single thing his father created... nothing of noteworthiness. As the villages left dwindled people seems to revolve around a handyman. One who fixed metal things and his smart beautiful wife. He spent every waking moment helping the three small village remote from the ninja village of mist. His father's story seemed to be isolated in this area.

He pressed more information about apprentices maybe they flocked to one of the villages just to learn under him. But it was time for more ninja-ly tactics. Breaking and entering... the villages were full of abandoned buildings some of industry... some of residence... Both of interest to a soul-searching Kotaro. His home and where is father manipulated metal and raised a son in great interest of his craft even after his plausible death.

Disguised under his cloak of fears his dark figure moved in and out of buildings swiftly. Quickly inspecting pictures and other remnants of evidence of either metalwork or his family. The spree of small crimes were for a good cause. This inevitable discovery would help find closure and an end to the nightmares. He stayed in control as he searched each house not being overcome by emotions... staying cool as every group photos of families long gone... like his own.

The search wore thin as he'd been through most of the houses. The final house was awkwardly next to a industrial building with a tall smokestack. But first the house, a slight anxiety came over him as he grasped the doorknob. Or maybe just a feeling he's never felt before... familiarity. The door was locked he stepped back and flashed his sword cutting the door away from its hinge. He pushed the loose door away from the door frame as it fell in.

The house was small on the inside as he walked in... a weird air filled him the same feeling as when he touched the doorknob. Kotaro looked around for any sort of picture he felt his search coming to an end as he found a picture on a old fireplace. Thick dust covered the glass as he wiped it clean revealing a young Kotaro... He sat on his father's strong arm as his mother grasped the other. They stood in front of a building. Kotaro had seen before. He held the picture as he wiped a dusty window clean revealing the building next door a match to the picture.

Kotaro walked back to the middle of the front room. Looking down at the picture he looked up at the ceiling. He bangs joined with the rest of his hair as he looked up.

I'm Home

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