Gòu Zhuān al-Sannyasin drew breath from the majestic and holy Chang Mountains. The air was thin, but nourishing. He had lived a good deal of his childhood, adolescence, and adulthood in these mountains. He stood at the gates of one of the lesser monasteries. Hype had primarily lived in the Grand Monastery which was stationed closer to Iwagakure, but occasionally visited the lesser monastery which was much farther away. The small soccer star looked up at the mammothian gates of the monastery, a small bag was slung over his shoulder. He scanned every crevice of the architecture with half-closed eyes, but he made no move to knock. This was where it all started. Where he had discovered the sport of soccer while on a minor study sabbatical. The older acolytes had been kicking around a ball in the courtyard while he watched. They invited him to join them and the rest as they say, was history. It was Hype's love of soccer that led him to Meijing City where he established a sports dynasty that would last for nearly a century. It was how he had learned to convert his skill on the field to skill in the streets. It was how he had overcome his seemingly hopeless incompetence in the shinobi arts.
He had only recently returned from the "Candy World." He had gotten caught up to speed by reading the newspapers and talking to whomever would listen to a leprechaun of a senior citizen. Once he had a firm understanding of what had happened in his absence, he set to work rebuilding what he had lost. For Hype's spirit was restless. It was why he was never fit for the Monk's lifestyle. It was why the halls of monastery felt so constraining. It was why he would keep fighting until the breath left his body. Gòu Zhuān did not look forward to dying, but he knew that it was the only way his soul would be free of this "heavy" body. Pregnant with sin and an insatiable appetite for carnality, the criminal's only purpose for being was to accumulate in excess. Gòu Zhuān's first order of business was finding strength. As he gazed up at the monastery, he remembered all that he had learned in the dark halls of this study. He had been a student when he first came across a mention of the Ruinous Powers. It was a dark and ancient Left-handed Path that was locked away by the Elder Monks. He had managed to steal a copy later in life and had turned the power of the Dark Buddha to his own. The ability had served him well and it was would propelled his career in the more less-than-legal industry. Unfortunately, as he got older, the power lost its effectiveness and after he had retired its power was pretty much nil.
If he was going to retake and rebuild his criminal empire, then he'd need an equivalent power source. Saiken was one recently acquired chip in his back pocket. He had linked up with his Catspaw and had commanded her to seek out a Bijuu. Sadie had been one of his closest lieutenants back in the heydays of the Sanyassa. Hype's nephews and close associates were good, but Sadie was something else entirely. She was a master infiltrator and managed to successfully obtain the Six Tailed Beast from Chigetsu without killing him or setting off any alarms. Unlike the rest of his "family," she had not allowed the spoils of war to spoil her skills. She had remained hungry throughout the war. When he had arrived to speak with her, it was like picking up where he had left off.
She was waiting for me. She never wavered unlike those ungrateful nephews of mine.
The beast was contained in a thin circular but flat disc shaped object. She had handed it to him as though it were a souvenir. A trifling plaything. The Monk chuckled mirthfully as he examined the disc. They had developed a sealing mechanism that would grant him a substantial portion of its power but at great risk. Hype had studied Bijuu for almost a century both formally and informally. He was an accomplished spiritualist and knew how to tame unruly spirits the same way he knew how to kick a soccer ball. It was a crime to let the mighty Saiken rot inside the body of a sleeping boy-girl. It was better for the the beast to come under the rightful rulership of a true master.
This is going to hurt my friend but think of it as being the start of a beautiful new relationship.
Hype pressed the disc-like contraption to his navel and released its chakra. He bled from his belly button and used it to draw a simple fuuinjutsu seal over the outline of the disc. A seal began to take shape and soon the disc lit up. After a few short seconds the disc grow dim and then the light died. It fell to the ground and broke. Useless. Hype drew another breath from the cold mountain air. The monk's eyes flashed red and the wailing of pain rolled with the wind. He smiled. It was now his. This of course, was not enough. The Rokubi was now his yes, but this world was challenging. The ninja of today were stronger than the ninja of yesterday. If he was going to reclaim his territory then he'd need even more power. And so, Hype took one last look at the lesser monastery. The monks inside probably wouldn't even recognize him. That entire generation had passed on. He was now more of a myth than a person. The story of a monk who was swayed by the passions of the world. A monk that had forsaken his vows and chased the very vices that the Buddha eschewed. Hype grinned as he contemplated going inside and reminding them just why he despised their naive approach to the religion. He thought for a second and stopped himself from moving.
He did not enter.
Instead, he turned around and walked down the steps of the monastery. He'd leave the past behind him. This story would be of things to come.
[Exit. Travel to Secret Location]
He had only recently returned from the "Candy World." He had gotten caught up to speed by reading the newspapers and talking to whomever would listen to a leprechaun of a senior citizen. Once he had a firm understanding of what had happened in his absence, he set to work rebuilding what he had lost. For Hype's spirit was restless. It was why he was never fit for the Monk's lifestyle. It was why the halls of monastery felt so constraining. It was why he would keep fighting until the breath left his body. Gòu Zhuān did not look forward to dying, but he knew that it was the only way his soul would be free of this "heavy" body. Pregnant with sin and an insatiable appetite for carnality, the criminal's only purpose for being was to accumulate in excess. Gòu Zhuān's first order of business was finding strength. As he gazed up at the monastery, he remembered all that he had learned in the dark halls of this study. He had been a student when he first came across a mention of the Ruinous Powers. It was a dark and ancient Left-handed Path that was locked away by the Elder Monks. He had managed to steal a copy later in life and had turned the power of the Dark Buddha to his own. The ability had served him well and it was would propelled his career in the more less-than-legal industry. Unfortunately, as he got older, the power lost its effectiveness and after he had retired its power was pretty much nil.
If he was going to retake and rebuild his criminal empire, then he'd need an equivalent power source. Saiken was one recently acquired chip in his back pocket. He had linked up with his Catspaw and had commanded her to seek out a Bijuu. Sadie had been one of his closest lieutenants back in the heydays of the Sanyassa. Hype's nephews and close associates were good, but Sadie was something else entirely. She was a master infiltrator and managed to successfully obtain the Six Tailed Beast from Chigetsu without killing him or setting off any alarms. Unlike the rest of his "family," she had not allowed the spoils of war to spoil her skills. She had remained hungry throughout the war. When he had arrived to speak with her, it was like picking up where he had left off.
She was waiting for me. She never wavered unlike those ungrateful nephews of mine.
The beast was contained in a thin circular but flat disc shaped object. She had handed it to him as though it were a souvenir. A trifling plaything. The Monk chuckled mirthfully as he examined the disc. They had developed a sealing mechanism that would grant him a substantial portion of its power but at great risk. Hype had studied Bijuu for almost a century both formally and informally. He was an accomplished spiritualist and knew how to tame unruly spirits the same way he knew how to kick a soccer ball. It was a crime to let the mighty Saiken rot inside the body of a sleeping boy-girl. It was better for the the beast to come under the rightful rulership of a true master.
This is going to hurt my friend but think of it as being the start of a beautiful new relationship.
Hype pressed the disc-like contraption to his navel and released its chakra. He bled from his belly button and used it to draw a simple fuuinjutsu seal over the outline of the disc. A seal began to take shape and soon the disc lit up. After a few short seconds the disc grow dim and then the light died. It fell to the ground and broke. Useless. Hype drew another breath from the cold mountain air. The monk's eyes flashed red and the wailing of pain rolled with the wind. He smiled. It was now his. This of course, was not enough. The Rokubi was now his yes, but this world was challenging. The ninja of today were stronger than the ninja of yesterday. If he was going to reclaim his territory then he'd need even more power. And so, Hype took one last look at the lesser monastery. The monks inside probably wouldn't even recognize him. That entire generation had passed on. He was now more of a myth than a person. The story of a monk who was swayed by the passions of the world. A monk that had forsaken his vows and chased the very vices that the Buddha eschewed. Hype grinned as he contemplated going inside and reminding them just why he despised their naive approach to the religion. He thought for a second and stopped himself from moving.
He did not enter.
Instead, he turned around and walked down the steps of the monastery. He'd leave the past behind him. This story would be of things to come.
[Exit. Travel to Secret Location]
