SWWI
Jan 8, 2011 19:43:53 GMT -7
Post by fina on Jan 8, 2011 19:43:53 GMT -7
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Silent. Unmoving. Dead...?
No.
Death roamed all around, nestled across the nooks and crannies of the blood-strewn battlegrounds which served to host one of the world'S worst Shinobi Wars yet. Dead bodies everywhere, piled high, commingled; friends, family, lovers. All gone. It was a tragedy for some, but soon, it didn't matter what village or country one was from. Everyone had lost. Everyone had died. And now, with only a handful remaining, the true evil behind this most heinous downfall is revealed...
It must have been at least one hundred meters tall. Silent, unmoving, and dead - or at least, that's what the remaining soldiers thought as they stare their final obstacle down. The beast was clad in pure black, an ancient armor covering its alien like body, and a single blade was clutched tightly within its hands. It had no eyes. It had no mouth. Was it alive at all...? It was stuck in a pose, action riddled in his intent, yet something had frozen the beast in time and in place. It was as if it was yearning to be free...
The giant stood still at the edge of a great canyon, a brown creation spanning 50 meters from one edge to the other. A 75 meter drop leads to a small ravine which seems to run as far as the eye can see, with dry, sharp rock all around leading up to the canyon walls. At either side of the edge, the earth continues to run dry for a while until it meets demolished edifices and other random byproducts of war. Fires roamed everywhere, burning what little grass remained, thought trees spurted randomly as the distance from the canyon's edge increased. It was daytime, the war of many years finally ending. No wind? Odd...
But then again, what IS the "right time for war"? Was it when Leaf retaliated against Mist over an unconfirmed suspicion, that later turned out to be false? Or was it when Stone and Grass interfered to assist their allies, leading Stone and Snow with them into the fray. Iron. Bird. Claw. Soon, EVERYONE joined into the War, blaming each other for the afflictions, ailments and assaults they had suffered under the hands of unforeseen enemies.
Little did they all know it was the work of one man and one man only - he stood unmoving atop the giant, HIS giant, thought his size was dwarfed enough to avoid detection by the incoming scouts. Cloacked and relaxed, he remained calm and collected before the idea of his final stand, the incoming forces blurring away as he left reality in favor of his dreams.A review of every treacherous act he had done to lead up until this point ensued, and in less the minute, the whole root of this war was exposed.
Everything was planned and performed perfectly, and everyone played their part. Yet even with all his efforts, his invading army had been felled by the remaining shinobi, which chose to band together under a world army rather than continue to kill each other off. The heroes of yesterday and today and arrive, Relics and Newfaggs alive. All that remained of his horrible event was the creator himself...
Or so they thought.
The remaining shinobi approached, coordinating to dismantle the unmoving beast and put an end to this tragedy of life. They braved the mounds of bodies in front of them, most of them contorted in unnatural ways that echoed the nefariois nature of this war and the opponent they faced. It's ok. A silent prayer was issued to each passing body, a promise made in their name. Your sacrifice wasn't in vain, they said.
Funny, that's the exact same promise they had given long ago.
An Uchiha God scorned. A Shichidaime Yukikage smited. A Sandaime Kusakage cheated. A Rokudaime Raikage abandoned. A Suna Jounin robbed of his final glory. An Ame genin with dangerous string powered secrets. A legendary taijutsu master undefeated in his craft.
One by one they entered, ushered back into life one last time for one last fight. Their new homes, wooden ceremonial coffins with their titles etched across, emerged from the earth as the allied forces drew near. Little did they know it was under the behest of a single handseal and a single man.
This was it. The final fight.