Blood Bond.

[loyal]

A small town that serves as a resting point for wavering travelers who are traversing the warm, forested nation of Cha no Kuni. A slight and refreshing drizzle settles over the area and the cooling droplets have allured many into the streets in order to enjoy the pleasantry. Many seem to be conversing amongst themselves happily while refreshing themselves with Cha no Kuni's "legendary" selection of fine teas.

Pursue in whatever action you see fit.

[yets3]

This frame of mine was obscured from head to toe by a mere cloak, which hid my facade from many – the only thing that stood out were my eyes; the sharingan. It had seem that I had stumbled upon a small town, which had some minor activity here and there – it was nothing big; just people conversing, children playing, and a lot of drinking tea. “Hmm,” a slight sound was created by my thin lips, as I truly thirsted for something to drink; it had felt like decades, since I last drank some tea.

As I thirsted more by the second, I began to approach the villagers. My base quickly carrying me to these people in mere seconds via shunshin, and in no time, I began to speak. “Excuse me, can you tell me where I can get some tea from here? I’m quite the traveler, and I’m truly thirsty.” My words were stated in kindness, as I waited for a response.

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[loyal]

Your sudden appearance visibly startle the congregation of villagers although it would not be too severe. One would give a warm-hearted smile as she'd point a delicate finger towards a building of moderate size, the intricate sign plastered outside would tell that it was a bar of sorts. Should you wish to go into the bar, inside would be a variety of tables housing a diverse selection of individuals and from simple speculation, some would appear to be battle-worn while others would either be simply travelers or inhabitants.

However, upon entry, it would seem that your eyes would draw a small amount of attention from a select table located near the center of the bar as a man would lean over to one of his accomplices and speak:

That lad's eyes ... Benihime ...

The rest of his speech would be inaudible.

[yets3]

I nodded to the woman who pointed me towards the bar, and I left after a simple statement of “Thank you.” My tiresome body trekked forward towards a bar of some sort and I must say, it was packed; all the tables were basically filled. My optics scanned quickly for a place to sit, but something caught my ears, instead of my eyes; the center table. It had seemed that my bloodlimit had caught the interest of some fellow, as he stated something about a Benihimi?

I honestly never heard of such a thing, but the simple trait of curiosity took hold of me – it gripped me firmly, and it never wanted to let go, so I did as it commanded. My red pools would soon meet the man’s eyes as I quickly went to his table; not caring about what other people were thinking of me. “What is this Benihimi you speak of, and how is it tied to the Sharingan?” I went straight to the point, my countenance showing no sign of leaving without an acceptable answer from him.

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[loyal]

The man would glare at you as you would begin to demand information from him although it was not to your knowledge, the knowledge that the man possessed was of utmost rarity and he surely wasn't just going to spout it out to some complete stranger. His eyes, also housing a stifling amount of bitterness, would meet your own as his lips would part only to utter a rough response:

Get lost kid.

The immediate surroundings would soon grow tense and this male seemed very well to be the aggressive type and should words not deter you from him, action surely would.

[yets3]

There always has to be a tough guy, who needs to get a good ass-kicking, to know his place. “Hmm,” his eyes never left mine, and he would soon realize the consequence of doing such; Paralysis Technique. The man would instantly feel something taking hold of him, as if he was in a prison of some sort. “I’m going to ask you one more time… What the fuck is Benihime, and how does it deal with the Sharingan?” My words were fierce, and my eyes would show off a killing intent of some sort.

Vermilion eyes would never leave his, whilst my slender digits began digging into my pouch – soon revealing a kunai that would be placed at the man’s neck swiftly (unless someone else wanted to get in between this fight). My grip was firm around the weapon, and the tip of the blade would meet the man’s flesh. “And I think you should answer my question quickly, before I get a little excited.”

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[loyal]

Just as quickly as the man summoned up his anger to fuel his courage, it was suddenly crushed in a vice-like grip by your Genjutsu technique. Foolish was he to initiate eye contact with an Uchiha and now, his life would be extinguished in a whim if he didn't comply with your request. Babbling with bulbous eyes, the man would spit out:

It's a sword!

IT'S A SWORD!

The sudden outburst has drawn much unneeded attention towards you as more of the pub's drunken inhabitants would begin to zero in on your central position. Outcries would begin to fill the air as they chided for your abrupt display of violence.

'AY KID. YOU TINK YER ASS CAN JUS' COME UP IN HURR LIKE DAT?

The crowd would soon become even more unruly as two men exclude themselves from the crowd, their liquid courage giving them the tenacity to instigate a brawl with you!

[yets3]

“It’s a sword? I’ve never heard of such a thin-.” My words would be cut short as I realize that I had attracted some attention to myself. “You’re coming with me.” Before the crowd of people could fully zero in on me – I would leave swiftly via Shunshin. My frame was quickly out of site, and the man who knew information about this sword – would be placed upon my left shoulder. Dashing through the streets and scanning for a new location, was very easy; I was use to running and hiding.

The location of my choice was a narrow alleyway, which had a strong scent of liquor. Not caring at all, I quickly threw the man down upon the solid ground; my kunai pointing at his throat. “Tell me everything you know about this sword, its location, how can I obtain it? And if you dare cry for help… Let’s just say, you won’t like the results.” A devious grin came across my facade.

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[loyal]

Your swift actions would be executed without hesitation as your retarded blessed eyes would forsee the incoming danger with remaining in the bar, although you would have to be truly dense not to notice the crowd stirring in increasing agitation. You would break through the streets, your form hardly visible to that of the normal townsfolk and upon you taking refuge within an alley pungent with the smell of alcohol, your threat would be all that would be needed for the man to eventually spill all remnants of information he had regarding this Benihime.

A-All I know that it's a sword...s-some say it's legendary and t-t-that it possesses the power over blood. I-I d-don't know where it truly is although there has been a lot of rumors about someone in Lightning Country that makes it...although I don't even know if that person or even the sword exists!

A hard gasp would exit the man as the course of adrenaline would grip and restrict his body. However, in the background, you would begin to hear the increasing sound of a crowd forming and congregating. It seems that they are trying to snuff you out and remaining in this village would only lead to your notoriety increasing.

[yets3]

Time wasn’t in my favor it had seemed, because I still had more questions to ask this feeble man, but I needed to take my leave. “Ughh, guess I’m going to check it out. Thanks for your help,” my words were stated in comfort; my actions were not the same. “Goodbye now,” a swift movement of the wrist would lead to an unexpected death for this one, and soon I was about to be on the run.

My base would allow me to leap upon the rooftops of the buildings, allowing me to view the insects below me. “Tsk, time to go.” Words described my actions, as I left the stupid country.

It seemed that this Benihime blade was something worth looking into; causing my being to look for a boat nearby. After several long minutes, I had discovered a dock of some sort, which had several boats going to Kumogakure. “I guess I would go on this one,” I stated as I placed my being upon one of the boats, whilst waiting for it to start up.

Blood boil as this sword of blood ran through my mind, it was rumor that I needed to unearth. “Ship is sailing in 3, 2, and 1, here we go!” The sailor exclaimed as the boat began to cut through the water.

Kumo, here I come.

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[loyal]

Alas would your antagonism and overall animus ward you from the once-tranquil community and towards the country where Tlatoc's electrical schemes were plentiful. Although you knew the general location of this Blacksmith, the exact area would remain ill-defined as the sole entity before you would be an ample-sized yet seemingly amaranthine road leading towards the main Capital. Sparse amounts of plant life lie parallel to this road, they too following the scheme evident within the main road.

Proceed.

[yets3]

I had arrived in Kumogakure, a land I wasn’t familiar with at all. But that didn’t matter to me, for my priority was finding Benihime. “Finally, I was tired of waiting,” and with those final words – I left the ship quickly. I was in a rush to find the being, which possessed information about this sword, and the ways of obtaining it.

Several Hours Later.

I grew tired as I kept walking through this dense forest; searching, attempting, to find this man, but it seemed there was no hope at all. He had to be somewhere, anywhere, but where? The more I walked – the more anger built up inside of my being.

“Where the hell are you!?” The words escaped my dry thin lips in pure rage. I wanted to give up, but something was telling me not to. Tiresome legs of mine wobbled as they were about to fail on me, but I pushed on.

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[loyal]

Your blatant frustration would cause you to project a series of profanities, in which a gruff voice would quickly retort with a sharp tongue of its own:

“ ‘AY. SHUT THE HELL UP KID. “

Immediately afterwards, would movement cause the foliage adjacent to the trail to waver slightly, alluding towards someone being resident within the woods themselves.

Explore if you will.

[yets3]

Was that a voice? My ears perked up to the statement, and to be honest – I was happy to get cursed at by someone, for the first time. Legs of man were brought back to life, as they had purpose again, and their purpose was to find the bearer of this voice. “Where are you!?” I yelled more, knowing the person would make yet another statement, but I needed to hurry; no time to lose.

Wait… There sound again? I heard movements of the sort, and I followed quickly; I was near. I could feel it, his presence was getting closer, and my patience was becoming shorter. “YOOO! Do you know about Benihime?” I stated out loud – hoping that the man had heard at least the Benihime part of my speech.

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[loyal]

The male would not waste his time with your seemingly arbitrary inquiries and would continue pressing through the forest at a rather respectable speed. Should you simply sit there and dawdle with mouth spouting useless nonsense, you'd lose the man's trail and would have to continue pressing onwards towards the City.

Follow him!

[yets3]

“Did this bitch ignore me?” Words of anger escaped my thin rose colored lips, as this man pressed onward; I needed to catch up quickly. Ears perked up at the sound of movement, yet again, and this base of mine pressed forward. I quickly dashed ahead, trailing the sounds of the leaves, and soon I would speed up once more, via Shunshin.

“Yo stop! I need to ask you something about Benihime, hear me out!” I didn’t know why I was even wasting my breath.

Was he ever going to stop, or was force needed? The thought crossed my mind, but I wanted to take the calm route first – before I got a little ruthless. My speed kept on as I attempted to catch up with the man; why wouldn’t he stop? “Please, sir, just give me a few moments of your time.

My name is Uchiha Yetsami!” Ughh, this was going to be harder than I thought.

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[loyal]

Shunshining forward would cause you to nearly collide into a hulking figure, the man that told you to cease your incessant yelling shrouded within the dense foliage. Upon turning around, a single sepia eye would stare at you as a single word would cause an almost “grating” sensation within the man’s psyche.

Uchiha…

Upon the revealing of your identity as well as the fact that you know what exactly this sacred blade was, a gruff yet authoritarian tone would grip the man’s answer as he would state:

…I have no use for your kind and your constant thirst for power…

With that solemn statement would the male haul a rather hefty hammer onto his shoulder, despite the tool looking weathered and outdated, t’was just a façade that hid its true potential and hardiness. Still, be wary for trifling with this man could hold dire consequences.

[yets3]

BUMP! My petite body had bumped into the massive man, who was basically the hulk in my eyes; big (no homo), tall, and bulky, yep that was the hulk. My form was upon the cold, damp floor, which was rather uncomfortable for the likes of me. Maybe I should just give up and go back home, and just pretend I never met this man; I kind of liked that idea – no! That was not the mentality of an Uchiha.

“Thirst for power?” I replied quickly, “That is not the path, I chosen. The reason why I want this sword is to protect people. Protect the ones I was never able to save, not for this so-called-power.”

My words were chosen carefully, for I didn’t want to start any trouble with the hulk. My words pressed on, “I know my clan has been power craving, but I am not here for such.” Eyes locking into his, showing that I was serious about my words; no lies were stated. I rose up from the damp ground, looking straight at the man; Sharingan optics never leaving his. I was not going to step down, and if a battle was needed, then so be it. Maybe this man had something against the Uchiha clan, but it was no reason to have something against me.

“I’m asking you, kindly… please help me be the one to change my clan’s path,” words of passion escaped my thin rose color lips, and eyes of determination, stayed upon my facade. The heaven’s sung and the earth danced, as I was becoming familiar with myself again. I truly was different from the others, for I was the black sheep of the Uchiha clan.

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[loyal]

The titan would roll his eyes at your attempt of glorifying your intentions though his back would immediately be turned from you as soon as you began speaking, his form remaining stationary alluding to him indeed listening to your pleas. A gruff snort would exit his nostrils as he would shake his head. He hath been on this earth far longer than you and surely, this wasn’t the first time that he had heard a monologue similar to this.

Please, save that. Anybody can portray themselves in the way that they wished with the simple manipulation of words and that simply won’t work against me, child. You truly think that you’re different?

A stifling silence would layer over the two of you, almost restricting the amount of air available. With hard thought, the golem would begin to press forward, gesturing you to follow him. Heightening the volume of his voice to compensate for his dorsal side facing you, he’d speak once more:

We’ll see if there’s any truth to your words.

[yets3]

His efforts seemed to prove naught towards the king-sized man. It was as if the massive man had already been through this procedure countless of times, or maybe he just didn’t trust people. But, it was as if the gods had chosen Yetsami to become the bearer of this Benihime blade, because the man had allowed the fallen to prove himself. “Thank you, I will prove that not all Uchihas are the same. We may be from the same clan, but we have different ideals.”

The words were simple, but they were also consequential to the boy. It was as if he held ill intentions towards his clansmen, as the words escaped his thin rose color lips. He would prove that he was the rightful owner; one way or another. Shortly, the man began to trek forward, and the young boy would do the same. Was Yetsami ready for something like this? Only the beings above would know the answer to this.

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