The cloud city that floated in the sky was always a sort of destination he found himself enjoying the most was it due to the fact that the clouds were closer then before and everywhere he went he felt the cool breeze of nature. Burittsu stood at the height of six foot his dark brown skin tone bounced off the reflection of the sun making him appear to be a shade darker under the sunlight he wore a blue and white kimono. His bottom half of the kimono was blue and the top half was white upon his right side rested his fathers sword concealed in a blue scabbard with a blue and white cloth wrapped around the handle of the sword. A simple katana but one passed down from the family tree and it happened to be him the last of that family to remain alive to even see such wonders of the world. A slight breeze rushed its way through touching upon his skin as it caused his kimono to sway the opposite way of him as his navy blue hair danced in the air it only revealed another pattern to the male. With navy blue eyes to match his hair the male seemed and appeared different from the usual shinobi on a natural basis around his neck was that of something precious to him, the headband of his village hanging on black cloth the land of the mist.
He studied the area closely, always watching locals enjoy the time they have in such a paradise with no worries or fear of battle from the outside world; this indeed was a safe zone. With each visit he took here he was introduced to new and different types of shinobi from around the world even when he was alone he thought of visiting just for even a glimpse of the outside world. Each shinobi had their own story and way of living, something that he had yet to acquire fully for himself but it was something he thought of everyday since being brought to the village. Upon his mind was a lot of thinking and over time it seemed he himself was starting to change into someone he didn’t recognize. A lot of things did occur to him but one in particular will always be his revival since that time he had felt as if he was now carrying a heavier burden on himself but with a burning heart set ablaze to grow stronger. Making his way through the area the shinobi looked around at the establishments and people who surfed in and out of them he gained a lot of attention due to being a shinobi the attention from the public was almost normal.
“They’re only curious about us.. We are shinobi after all so don’t be surprised this is the safe zone where they are encouraged to be themselves just like how we are encouraged to keep this a neutral space.. Until someone breaks that code..”
His voice once more echoing throughout his whole body bouncing off his very fiber he could not see him but always hearing him was another issue such a curse he found himself bearing as he walked upon the concrete path his mind kept going. Once more the mere thought of just letting himself die on that eventful night should have been the solution now it seemed he was cursed with a mere shadow of himself talking for him but also giving him confidence with each movement and thought he made. It was possible he was going insane, escaping death was never out of reach but how many can say they came out of it mentally and physically alright the odds of that would mean the shinobi was ready to die or merely crazy enough to meet death with a smile. Such a problem for the young shinobi to think of merely gazing around as the eyes of the people continued to study him one by one a dark figure manifested out in front of him a mere replica of himself. Smiling with a fierce grin upon his face gaining all of Burittsu’s attention this was enough for him to realize he most likely was losing his mind seeing himself only presented him with the only fact he could come up with at the time. Clenching his head with both his hands he closed his eyes as leaned forward trying to think of something that made sense to battle such a disease.
“You always do this.. Why do you hide from yourself.. If you want me to leave.. Accept me for who I am.. Blitz rises up and soars into the sky isn’t that how you said it when we were kids, more like he crashes and dies.. That sword shouldn’t even be in your possession, he should have taken it with him to his grave instead of leaving it with a freak like us.. Grow up already and become who you truly are.. A Shinobi…”
With that the voice that echoed through his body began to grow silent indeed it was something he was never used to but when he was visited it always the same message of him growing up and pushing out his shell. Followed by regret of his actions it was rare to even get a proper line of communication but when the mere image of himself would make sure Burittsu was in a proper setting for a good pep talk. The only thing he could not figure out was why he was being pushed to move forward but even after talking all he could was grin showing off his teeth and smile it was almost as if it was triggered. He chuckled nervously a little before continuing on his path, soon stopping in front of a small cafe with a large white mug hanging off the sign it wasn’t hunger that had him stop but just a little bit of rest as he sat on the outside at one of the empty benches enjoying the breeze and whatever freedom his mind would pleasure him with after another encounter with himself.
“Interesting.. Who really are you?”
He studied the area closely, always watching locals enjoy the time they have in such a paradise with no worries or fear of battle from the outside world; this indeed was a safe zone. With each visit he took here he was introduced to new and different types of shinobi from around the world even when he was alone he thought of visiting just for even a glimpse of the outside world. Each shinobi had their own story and way of living, something that he had yet to acquire fully for himself but it was something he thought of everyday since being brought to the village. Upon his mind was a lot of thinking and over time it seemed he himself was starting to change into someone he didn’t recognize. A lot of things did occur to him but one in particular will always be his revival since that time he had felt as if he was now carrying a heavier burden on himself but with a burning heart set ablaze to grow stronger. Making his way through the area the shinobi looked around at the establishments and people who surfed in and out of them he gained a lot of attention due to being a shinobi the attention from the public was almost normal.
“They’re only curious about us.. We are shinobi after all so don’t be surprised this is the safe zone where they are encouraged to be themselves just like how we are encouraged to keep this a neutral space.. Until someone breaks that code..”
His voice once more echoing throughout his whole body bouncing off his very fiber he could not see him but always hearing him was another issue such a curse he found himself bearing as he walked upon the concrete path his mind kept going. Once more the mere thought of just letting himself die on that eventful night should have been the solution now it seemed he was cursed with a mere shadow of himself talking for him but also giving him confidence with each movement and thought he made. It was possible he was going insane, escaping death was never out of reach but how many can say they came out of it mentally and physically alright the odds of that would mean the shinobi was ready to die or merely crazy enough to meet death with a smile. Such a problem for the young shinobi to think of merely gazing around as the eyes of the people continued to study him one by one a dark figure manifested out in front of him a mere replica of himself. Smiling with a fierce grin upon his face gaining all of Burittsu’s attention this was enough for him to realize he most likely was losing his mind seeing himself only presented him with the only fact he could come up with at the time. Clenching his head with both his hands he closed his eyes as leaned forward trying to think of something that made sense to battle such a disease.
“You always do this.. Why do you hide from yourself.. If you want me to leave.. Accept me for who I am.. Blitz rises up and soars into the sky isn’t that how you said it when we were kids, more like he crashes and dies.. That sword shouldn’t even be in your possession, he should have taken it with him to his grave instead of leaving it with a freak like us.. Grow up already and become who you truly are.. A Shinobi…”
With that the voice that echoed through his body began to grow silent indeed it was something he was never used to but when he was visited it always the same message of him growing up and pushing out his shell. Followed by regret of his actions it was rare to even get a proper line of communication but when the mere image of himself would make sure Burittsu was in a proper setting for a good pep talk. The only thing he could not figure out was why he was being pushed to move forward but even after talking all he could was grin showing off his teeth and smile it was almost as if it was triggered. He chuckled nervously a little before continuing on his path, soon stopping in front of a small cafe with a large white mug hanging off the sign it wasn’t hunger that had him stop but just a little bit of rest as he sat on the outside at one of the empty benches enjoying the breeze and whatever freedom his mind would pleasure him with after another encounter with himself.
“Interesting.. Who really are you?”