[ -- The Journey Begins]

[– red]

The race, had started. Arial trailed behind the fast paced Sansutomu. To the edges of the country they would travel, seeing each and every type of color they would want to see. Ying had still been chasing them, and the blasts could be heard from far away, as well as the cynical screams of a mad man. The rain forest seemed to become a never ending trail for the young man but strength and endurance would prevail over all. The deity would exact his revenge upon the village one day, but today was not that day. In a way it was abandoning all hope of living but he could not stand within the village which killed his entire family. It was hypocritical to do such a thing, and leaving the course of death was certainly constructive in his mind.

-- Chapter Three | The Chase

The sun was finally peaking through some parts of the rain forest, giving little hope to Baal. No longer could you hear the footsteps of Arial, nor Ying. Body tired as badly as ever, sent him using chakra once in order to burst out in a fury of water to disappear in a flicker and to finally be at the edge of the country. Now there was going to be somewhat of a new place to go. The stone village was going to be the closest place to go, but what would occur there? No one could tell. He just needed to circle around it a little just so he could find the waters, or at least a boat man.

The border seemed heavily guarded, so there was going to have to be an even stronger route to get to the land of water where he would be a safer route. The beauty of it all was that…he was finally free. Nothing else could truly take away the passion of a rendered heart, and now that revenge was set on the future, only power was going to be gained in the present. The new technique he was to learn, it was going to help him within a lot of perspective moments, if he could make it rain it would be even stronger. Thoughts of constructive jutsu pairing together was also imaginable. Like water clones which disperse after a certain amount, then using his ribbon effect to activate a chain reaction? Brilliant nonetheless.

The sun shined overhead, and the giant storm cloud stayed in it’s place over the rain village. The missing ninja known as Baal was now on his way for an even greater purpose, finding something worth more, the storm sword. It’s legend rumored around the Sansutomu origin, which was hardly to be fond of any true location but a mystical one indeed. Its’ power rumored to only be given to a Sansutomu of true blood, one with no mixing of other cultures and pure of heart. Where this blade was? He would have to find out. It was said that the blade itself…chose the path to be taken by the Sansutomu who needed it the most.

[Satu Akira]

"Cursed star linger over head..."

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"Episode 5: Where are we headed"

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Azrael had to cut their time in the tree house short as the shinobi wanted to head elsewhere. With his hood placed over his head once more he walked slowly beside Hannibal. "Lets head to Water Country... First mark it down" Azrael said calmly reaching into his pouch and revealing a map. He'd slid it open swiftly as he'd glance at the many countries within handing the map and a pen to the boy, they weren’t far from the village so his memory had to be really good at that time. "Alright, looks like we'll need to head to fire country first... Head east..." Azrael said glancing up at the sky and reaching for his map. "Think you can use your blood line to give us some sun. I need to know what direction we're headed" Azrael said awaiting the boy's response. He'd glance down at the map walking along the road as he'd whisper to the boy "Once were in Fire Country we'll need to change our appearance, we can't have someone trailing us". There was a slit pep in Azrael’s step as he’d move forward. Each step seemed to get firmer as they quickly approached the Fire Country border.

“Hey, Hannibal… You never did answer my question earlier, why did you want to get away from Rain Village?” he asked calmly glancing over at the boy for his response. “Yeah… I’ll be honest kid… I was once a shinobi… and I was betrayed by the very people I lived my life for to protect.” Azrael said calmly picking up his pace to a power walk, the sun began to shine from the sky as they’d now cross the border into Fire Country. The place with the most trees he’d ever seen thus far, it was dry, which was a plus.”Alright, we’re here… I’ll be back in twenty minutes, I need to find a new look. You should as well…” Azrael said walking off.

[Twenty minutes pass]

Azrael returned with a brand new look, his face clean and shaved and his hair out of its shortened state and long once more. “Do I look alright?” Azrael asked in a self preserving question.

Picture of New Look

[Itsuki v2]

Moved.

[– red]

A new look. Blonde die had turned his hair into gray. It was an unexpected mishap. Kunai cut a little edges off of his hair and eyes stayed in their red state. Black cloak cut up to make a face mask, as well as black clothing with his normal silver guards which covered his shins, arms, and chest. Staff stood into the back, but he was going to be using another weapon at this point after a short while. The village of leaf was going to supply him with a new weapon to use.

After coming back, without answering his friends questions he would mark the village onto the map. 'I guess you've been asking long enough, so there you are." he said with a smirk, although it would be unseen for the mouth was covered. "I would never disrupt my fathers cloud to bring in my own sunshine, that is his village, and it will remain that way until...nevermind," said Baal as he shook his head to relieve some of the water off.

"Where to now.." he said with a soft tone, his voice changing as puberty switched its course. It was seemingly the perfect time for a leave, for once voice was scratchy and high, and now with a deeper tone in order to keep things in tact. Rain village headband thrown onto the body of a dead shinobi named Yang. A crippling mistake for someone who were to mistake him, which they would. Body was burned from lightning and no sign of DNA would be able to be seen.

[Satu Akira]

“Sounds of prayer”

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“Episode 6: A safe voyage”

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Azrael pressed forward with each step, his new clothes were comfortable and with the cloak were even better. He loved how the clothes made him feel important, in the eyes of the public and the comfort in having them. He smirk softly as he’d remember how exactly he obtained such clothes, his lips shook softly as he’d nearly burst out laughing. The man remained in his hand, his book bag on his back and his pouches in their usual location. He’d think to himself calmly as he’d move forward about the words of the previous Rain shinobi His father is a part of the sky? Is his bloodline really that connected with the weather? Him being a Gennin he probably hasn’t even scratched the surface of the bloodline’s true potential. I am truly lucky, Athos… was this your doing to bestow a strong ally on me? he thought to himself glancing over at the boy solemnly. He was looking for an answer as to why the boy had left, “Hey, I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, though… If you want me to feel comfortable around you, I’d love to hear your reasons now, were no longer in Rain Country… and were nearing the fairy…” Azrael said calmly.

The distant smell of salt-water could be smelled as he’d close his eyes for a moment, it’d be so long since he’d been near the sea, it was almost as if he belonged near it. The female in my family always seem to have a longer life expectancy than my father and grandpa. I hope I don’t have a similar fate… he thought to himself. As time progressed the smell grew stronger as the sound of waves crashing at the water glistening off in the distance could be seen. It was high noon now and the sun was at its highest point, not as scorching as Wind Country, though much more humid which made it feel hotter than it actually was. Though the clouds didn’t hurt, the temperature went from poor to great in Azrael’s view; a small change in geography could change the weather so quickly. Off in the distance a small docking area could be seen as Azrael would stop for a moment and glance at the signs down the road ‘Pay once you cross!’ said one ferry boat, pretty sure of their service. A man stood in a small building with a window and on the small boat stood a giant of a man, apparently a body guard for people who didn’t pay. "Lets go..." Azrael said moving forward towards the ferry boat.

[– red]

Chapter Four -- A New Home

Laughter, mocking the new look of the storm sage. A new power rising within the gut of a true Sansutomu. The variety of things his name could be within this limit. Hannibal was his rain village name, and Baal was his new name, forever shall he speak. The docks were nearing and a brutal yet honest question was spoken throughout the air.

"Why is it that you want to leave the rain village?" said Azrael.

There was no true answer, but only a logic behind reason. Stepping onto the boat as each of them paid would cause a delay in his reasonable response. Stepping onto the boat, feeling a little shaky was the first thing he would have to overcome. His entire personality was changing because it had to, it wasn't the only time he went recon, but it was the first time he would have to do so for the rest of his life.

"They...killed my family, the entire lot. I am the only one left of the pure Sansutomu bloodline, and the others have been mixed bred, which is why my powers will always surpass theirs. Not ever will another take my role as the Storm Sage, which is what they called my father, and it shall pass down to me. Why else would I want to exact revenge upon them, they killed them and I shall do the same in my time..." said Baal, whispering only so that his sensei could hear him. Eyes turned to avoid the true emotion he wanted to spill.


'That's everyone Igor! Let loose the anchor!" said the captain. With the ship gone off now, they would have to await.




--- move to water country

[Nira]

Moved

[– red]

[exit