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1From Nothing [Open] Empty From Nothing [Open] on Tue Apr 09, 2019 1:04 am

Nova strode down the slightly sloped sand before her with her signature limp. Below her feet was soft sand, grains so fine that it held a perfect imprint of the path behind her. Even the most inexperienced of trackers would have no problem identifying her from those prints. Every right print bore the slightly treaded mark of a simple flat, and the left was more of an approximation of a footprint. It had sharper corners than a normal shoe would, and a perfectly smooth sole. Down to the distance between each step, her physical abnormality was clear. The steps were that of the one-legged puppeteer who had imposed upon herself the responsibility of building a city. It was early in the day and she had come here with a goal. She intended to build a city from nothing on this very spot, a goal so lofty perhaps it was a mistake to take on alone. Alone she had come, nothing more than a girl of nineteen armed with only her chakra. No weapons carried or strength her skill, from her fingers would spring her power when summoned. Without lumber or brick to lay, there was no indication that this one individual had any ability to build anything at all. Even the way she presented herself did not lend to an appearance of strength. A curvy, soft form covered by a light sundress of different shades of grey, Waves of lavender hair loosely falling over her shoulders and reaching down to the small of her back, neatly manicured and lacquered nails that likely had never had a hard day of work, and above all the presence of her leg carefully crafted from carved timber.

The spot she had chosen was an unlikely location for a potential replacement for the Village Hidden in the Sand. Still it would stand in the land of wind, but much further southwest. What made the spot so peculiar was its proximity to the sea. Near the land of Dunes sit what used to be a beach. The slope that Nova now strode down was that very beach. No longer did it lead to the open water of the sea. Her slow pace would bring her to a slight change in terrain. Water smoothed stones and bits of millions of sea shells now littered the sand. If it had not appeared so before, their presence made it clear that what Nova walked upon was the skeleton of a dead sea. Just beyond where she stood now the earth appeared to fall away. Taking a number of careful steps further, Nova would look down from the ledge. Had Nova been more knowledgeable about the sea and its topography she would have known that the overhang she had come upon was once the end of the sandbar where it would have dropped down to deeper water. Looking down upon it she would be in awe of the sight presented; the massive skeleton of an ancient reef. Pillars of rock with sun-bleached coral growths sprawled in front of her, down to where it met actual sea.

It was peculiar to Nova, a strange mix of her experience in life. Where she stood it was dry and aird like the deserts that she had called her home for the majority of her life, but the salty mist on her skin from the ocean beyond and the shells embedded in the crags were reminiscent of the village hidden in the mist. It felt like a place that represented who she had become as well as who she had been, an embodiment of the strange path her travels encompassed. Here, on the edge where sea and sand met, was the place that she had sought for so long.

Scenery this impressive was only made more so by the the time of day. It was daybreak, the sun just peeking over the horizon and illuminating the world with a warm glow. Those crawling bones of coral that stretched down to meet the water left long streaks of darkness across the dead seabed. She knew that here was where her new home ought to be but could not yet see what form in would take, perhaps a view from another perspective would spark some inspiration in her mind. Still at her side, Nova's left hand would open itself palm-down as she gathered chakra into the tips of her fingers. Slowly her fingers started tapping in a pattern, as if she were playing a piano in the air. Usually this would be accompanied by a number of thin threads trailing from her hands, but rather than a marionette her control was focused on the earth below her. It was fine sand, built up all the way to the edge of the dropoff that she would manipulate, its separate grains bonding together and forming a platform of sandstone. Tilting her fingers downward, the platform would slide forward and out until there was nothing but air below. The back edge still held deep in the face of the rock, chakra ensuring it would not break. Down it would slide, clutching itself to the wall while Nova stand motionless on top of it. It had been hard at first, to move across the desert with a clumsy prosthetic, but now she could shape the sand beneath her feet and slide it along. An acute sense of understanding on how to manipulate earth to her bidding, forming it with doton chakra then making it dance with the power from her kugutsu trainings.

To the bottom of the valley she would descend, the plate of sandstone sliding easily down until her feet rested on what used to be the seafloor. Not a footprint was seen around her, flawlessly smooth sand marred only by half buried shells. She would not take a step forward, instead that platform she stood upon of manipulated sandstone would seem to glide across the surface of the sand. As she moved her neck would crane upwards as she took in the steep shelves of earth above her and how it hid her from the sun. From pillar to pillar she could picture bridges now, and lofty towers with pointed canopies above. Down between the rising bodies of earth her imagination filled in a bustling market filled with boisterous crowds. In her mind she would paint the image of a dock stretching out over the water, but far more fine than those she had seen in Kiri. Rather than old logs and sodden wood bound together, here it would be made of solid stone. No constant veil of fog clinging to a village on an island.

A major concern of Nova's had been the lack of supplies needed to build a village, and unlike the land of fire there were no trees to cut and turn to lumber. Solid stone was another option, but even that would be hard to accumulate the vast supply needed for the task at hand. Not to mention the logistics of actually transporting that stone to the construction site. Traditional ninjutsu had never been Nova's forte, her strengths and advantages coming solely from the things she had crafted. Her skill at manipulating chakra itself in powerful ways were lacking, but instead was more suited to using the chakra to manipulate other things. Alone her chakra was weak and ineffective, but it easily moulded and shaped earth when the thought had come to her mind. It was not so much different from her use of puppets, though the earth proved more malleable and wild. Whereas with her puppets she moved their joints and limbs, the earth she could shape and change. Not only could she move it as she wished, she could change its consistency, its colour, its entire structure. As here from sand to marble. She could turn slate to pourous basalt at a whim. It was as though her medium was willing and wanting to obey, the change she caused welcome and with no resistance. To build a city now, all that was required was the monumental desire to create something and the chakra she carried in her body. Flexing her fingers in preparation, her chakra would begin to flow. Before her sand flowed together to the shape of steps reaching upwards. Moments after it took shape, it would harden and solidify to matte white marble with threads of black reaching through it. And so the new home of the Village hidden in the Sand would begin to take form.

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Name: Earth Release: Creation of a Forgotten Land | 土遁・界再建 Doton - Kaisaiken
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: S-rank
Type: Defensive
Element: Doton
Range: 15 meter radius
Specialty: Ninjutsu
Duration: Maintainable
Cooldown: duration+2 posts
Description: This jutsu is used to mold and shape earth to the user's will, able to effect any and all earth in the radius of the jutsu around the user. In addition, the manipulation is able to alter the consistency of the matter; for example it could alter sand into marble while maintaining the same “size” though the weight and hardness may change. There is no limit to this change in substance, and could change sand to an equivalent area of bedrock should the user desire. As long as the jutsu is maintained, the user can continue to mold it at their will and can move the doton chakra at a speed of 25 meters a second. The area of effect follows the user if they move, so if they change their position the earth effected is still the radius around the user. Any earth that is altered maintains that shape/consistency/form until broken, even after leaving the effects of the jutsu. While used often out of combat, this can be used as an effective defensive technique, as the the earth under the user's control is able to block, deflect, and end jutsu that try to pass through it that is not the user's own technique. It is able to effect two technique of S-rank, three of A-rank, and unlimited B-rank or below. The defensive properties against jutsu only last as long as the earth is still under control of the user. In addition, the earth effected is able to block all basic attacks.


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2From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Sun Apr 14, 2019 4:25 am

Gathering junk. That was the job the priestess' daughter had been downgraded to. A much needed necessity if the girl wanted to earn the coin to improve upon her own puppet. A harsh lesson her mother wanted to impart her - even the privileged in life have to stoop low once in a lifetime. The junk she gathered today would teach her that not everyone was as fortunate as her. It would teach her many others were consigned to poor jobs in an attempt to scrape by. Aisha knew. She had seen the poverty that had struck those remaining within the ruins of Sunagakure. She had seen firsthand how they fought for the smallest of objects that could make a difference between life or death. Aisha had walked through the ruins and the debris, through the ill-struck survivors. It had not been a pretty sight but trained to preserve dignity she had shown none of the sorrow, worry and disgust she had felt.

A black mark on history at the hands of criminals. Then a first attempt to have the Village rebuilt in their image. Even if their leader associated themselves with snakes, Aisha felt a pang of disappointment in how they had approached that project. Kebechet, one of the three 'Tomb Kings' revered by the Cult, the aspect of purity, healing, beauty, would have desired a different approach on the matter. The dead would have to be put to rest, their bodies balmed and preserved. The living would have to be tended too, their wounds restored. Their minds purified. Not poisoned with fear for tyrannic powers. The puppet at her side, Nagini, who was crafted in Kebechet's image, laid its eyes upon Aisha as if she had sensed her master's distress. And was promptly gifted with a heap of junk to hold onto.

Aisha had heard about the stories of a large battlefield as well, since the Cult had brought in the most preserved dead to embalm them. Add them to an army of silent watchers put to rest within the subterranean tomb that formed the Temple of the Tomb Kings. Stories about four nations, the crazy amount of people that had flooded the sands and the unbelievable amount of blood and death that had followed in their wake. Aisha could only wonder to what purpose a dead land had to be desecrated even more. The sands of the Land of Wind were not theirs to begin with; they had no reason to be here. Their meddling in the affairs of others had triggered the proud Kurosawa, the vast destruction and turmoil shaping her prejudice against strangers. Nothing good ever came from outsiders; their arrogance blinding them for the wishes of the native inhabitants. All the more reason for Aisha to be happy they were no longer around. No more of their stinky feet soiling the sacred lands.

Having seen, heard and being taught all of that, this little pampered 'princess' had no need for the harsh lessons of reality imposed by her mother. She already knew all of this, as much as she knew how expensive the Tomb's guardians were to create and maintain. She wouldn't take Nagini for granted. Only... Well... It was easier when she didn't have to work so hard for it?

"Think that's all there is to it, Nagini. Better wrap up and move on before that merchant sells off our request."

The massive puppet standing at a 9 feet height thanks to the even greater tail that supported her humanoid body. Six arms held tight onto bags filled with junk of all sorts. Cogs, rusted metal, broken weaponry. The sort that might, probably, serve some purpose when melted and shaped into something new for one or another person. One person's junk was another man's treasure, or something along that sort of wisdom. Moving next to the slithering puppet with her arms folded in her neck, eyes peering at the horizon as her thoughts further drifted into the future, chakra strings subtly guided the actions of the Guardian as the two walked across the sand of former Sunagakure. Until the sand shifted in the distance and moved up to grant existence to something new.

A white marble building.

Obviously, Aisha had heard of the supernatural feats some people were capable off. But to see those in action would have been mind-boggling if she had not been aware of its existence. Still, seeing how sand was turned to marble basically went against all rules reality could enforce upon mortal kind. This was not simply shaping sand or controlling it like some old clan or so could do. This was some sort of act of transmutation. Turning lead to gold. Or sand to marble, in this case. Her amazement didn't remain for long, remembering the stories she had been told at the Temple. The foreigners of the 'four nations' had brought with them such powers too. They had brought domination and destruction. Was the woman playing with Suna's sand just another of those intruders? She'd soon find out, as puppeteer and puppet moved closer with certain determination.





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3From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Sun Apr 21, 2019 4:22 pm

It was a perfect picture in her mind, white marble gleaming in the sun like a glittering gem being unearthed. And for a time after it were finished it would be perfect, before the wear and tear of being lived within would grind away the sheen and grime would cling to the stairways. Stairways would be plenty, the new village a towering structure. Stout buildings with sturdy roofing would grow gradually taller as they drew inward, giving the entirety of the village the impression it were climbing upwards into the clouds. No matter where one stood, they would need to crane their necks upwards to look for the point. It would be a sight that would draw eyes to it from miles off, once the Flying Fear would perch upon the peak. These visions were not Nova's alone. Sasori was her solemn companion for this venture from the start. Usually quiet and cold, news that his original homeland met a cruel fate had sparked anger even in him and in that Nova found another force pushing her forward. So many times she would have lost belief in herself and abandoned the path on which she had set, but Sasori and his encouragement, even if it was through berating rather than praising, had not let her forget nor wallow for too long. Nova found beauty in the cruel wilderness that she had found there, but Sasori had quite the eye for intricate details and how things ought to fit together. Truly it would not be a creation of Nova's alone. She would not know how many rooms to build and for what purpose, but she bore the skills required to force it into being. Sasori alone was nothing more than a voice in her mind lest Nova decide otherwise, but here she would give him free reign. When he put his skills towards a piece of art whether it be human puppet or bunraku or even shaping earth through Nova's hands it seemed to bring a feeling closer to joy than anything else he had let show. The noble goal of bringing the Village hidden in the sand back to life was powerful enough that it had temporarily placated Sasori's more... controversial form of art, for the time being.

Though perfect and complete in her mind, now effort must be put forth to make it a reality. Thin fingers would dance in peculiar patterns through the air, gathering and forming chakra to shape the earth around her. Taking strides forward, sand beneath her feet would solidify and form marble stairs before her. She would build the pillar first and work outwards. Coming to where the center of the village was to be she would pause for a moment before gathering her concentration to form marble beneath her feet and pushing upwards higher and further. A platform fifty meters in diameter would emerge from the floor, turned to marble with streams of sand flowing down around it in soft piles. While she easily moved what was likely several tons of earth and sediment, the thought would occur to her of how many actual hours of labor likely went into the construction of the original Village hidden in the Sand. What she could accomplish here in a matter of minutes would take days or even longer without the aid of her specialized use of chakra. Upwards she would push the earth, the platform slowly shrinking in diameter as it would ascend towards the clouds. A steepling pillar reaching for the heavens with a view looking out over the desert in one direction and sea in the other, and the lavender haired puppeteer perched upon the top would soak it all in. Nearly five-hundred meters above sea level, a fall from this height would certainly kill. No further she would climb, now she should sculpt the finer portions. Columns would rise around the platform, ten meters across at its peak. From those pillars a sloped canopy would form as well, as it formed it would shift from the bright white to a darker hue of gray. This great tower would be no easy feat to climb alone, and to climb at all stairs would need to be hewn. Stepping to the southern edge and looking out over the sea, Nova would start shaping the steps required from within, a barrier of marble separating the staircase from the potentially lethal fall. Every quarter rotation as the staircase would spiral downwards, the marble would melt away to make a window looking out over the lands. This she would continue until she returned to flat earth, stepping out as an ornately crafted archway would form at her will. Craning her neck upwards, she would look to the peak from which she had just returned with pride. Still there was a city to build, but this would be where it all radiated from.

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4From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Mon Apr 22, 2019 1:00 am

Izumi

Izumi


A-rank
The blonde woman had been stalking the party of shinobi for some time now, silently regarding them and their intentions. “I can't believe he's dead, I really thought he was a god like he said.” One of the figures stated in a tone that suggested a relatively young person had spoken the words. A deep voiced reply came from the man seemingly leading their expedition, “Quiet Jiro, if we're going to make it in the Wind Country no one can know we served Him. That time is over now, we need to blend in to survive. I'd wager that sand witch and her lover are still somewhere out here. The Ghost of Inabayama  is long gone but that doesn't mean we're safe.” Izumi caught a glimpse of a bight golden yellow robe in one of their packs and their fate was sealed. Vermin who served Hastur were of no use to her. She'd save the young one for last, perhaps she'd be able to get some information from him. Izumi needed to finish the ordeal fast, today was the day Nova was supposed to raise the new village. The Karisuma woman's lover had become quite the skilled practitioner of Earth Ninjutsu which would come in handy building their new home. Izumi made the seal of confrontation and the tattoo on her left wrist swirled to life the ink reacting to her chakra and forming kanji that spelled out the name of the ancient forbidden jutsu, Hiraishin. Izumi reached back for the hilt of her sword grabbing it and placing a seal on the hilt. The sword sailed out of her hands as she flung it overhead with both arms. The blade rotated end over end in the air until sunk into the leader's chest. One. Izumi waited for them to rush towards her position, following the trajectory of the blade back to its source. The three remaining were no match for her so Izumi toyed with them like a panther torments its cornered prey. “If any of you can make me bleed. I'll give you a kiss before you die.”

The young man with the high voice reached her first and made a series of hand seals before throwing a bolt of lighting her way. When the bolt was an instant from colliding with her chest only to disappear and reappear where her blade lie in the bleeding chest cavity that once belonged to this leader of this band of deserters from the Cloud Village. One of the three remaining, evidently the wisest was running directly towards her, eyes widening in terror as his mind finally processed what had happened. All he could muster was a scream before Izumi's knife sunk deep into his chest severing his aorta and piercing through his heart and out his back. Two. Izumi took out a kunai and tossed it the other Kumo man left another seal lie on the handle of the knife that whistled through the air towards its target. The man drew his sword and parried the kunai out of the air sending it to the ground at his feet. Izumi gave him a wink before appearing at his side and beheading him with Daru'rai  using a single swift swing that initially struck him at the base of the skull killing him instantly regardless of the subsequent beheading. Three. Izumi turned to the young man who remained and waved to him playfully. Before throwing her sword at his chest. The young man dodged the blade easily but did not expect her to appear behind him and catch the weapon mid air before collapsing it and swinging it downwards towards his knee shattering it and putting him on the ground screaming. “Awwwww, did that hurt?”

Izumi straddled the screaming young man and pinned his wrists to the ground. “Is Hastur dead?” The scared boy continued screaming in agony rather than responding. From Izumi's fingers flowed green chakra that numbed the pain of her unfortunate victim. “See it's not so bad, besides it'll only hurt until you answer my questions.” Izumi was speaking softly, almost seductively to the young man. Izumi grinned and leaned into his ear purring out soft sweet tone that posed the same question as before.  By now Izumi had him so firmly under her spell that she didn't even have to threaten him with torture to get him to speak, “H-he died last week. Us immortals have been scattering across the world before the new Raikage takes over. I doubt Hastur's remaining fellowers will survive the change in regime. I-I just wanted to live in the Wind Country peacefully please don't hurt me anymore, I swear to renounce him I'll do whatever you want just please don't hur–“ Izumi's kiss stopped the young man's speech. The beautiful blonde woman broke off the kiss and addressed the shocked young man.“I had to kiss someone after hearing such wonderful news.” Izumi giggled before continuing, “Either I'm sitting on a scroll, or you're about to die happy.” The young man's cheeks turned bright red in embarrassment before his eyes opened wide with surprise at Izumi's second kiss, this time coming from the cold steel of the blade hidden up her sleeve. He died choking on his own blood feebly struggling against Izumi who had pinned both of his wrists over her head with her right hand as her left gave him the only reward he deserved.

Izumi was quite late for the start of the village building by now but this was worth it, she had the happiest news for her lover. The King in Yellow had fallen and the Lightning Country would soon be in disarray. Izumi hoped the heavy casualties she'd inflicted on his followers had helped bring about this event but that was at best wishful thinking. Izumi laughed happily as she disappeared and instantly reappeared by the side of her lover who had already begun to raise an entire from the sands beneath. Izumi looked about in awe at the handy work of her lover. The new shining marble city was quite the sight. Izumi could get used to a life of luxury once again, hopefully with an established home she could afford to rest with Nova for at least a moon's turn before she headed back out into the Ninja world to hunt down and exterminate all those who would see them harmed. Izumi hugged Nova from behind and softly bit her neck wrapping her arms around Nova's waist and pulling the violet haired woman firmly against her chest. “Nova, it's more beautiful than I could have even dreamed it. I can't believe it's really happening. We're really raising our home back from the dust.”

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5From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Sat Apr 27, 2019 3:59 am

Slither hither, puppet and puppeteer continued their advance towards the white marble house. And as they did so, it only seemed to expand in size. What had possibly been a desert-created illusion (admittedly, a most strange one) was losing that illusory credibility and gaining in sense of reality. More stone was being added. The construct of white marble expanded upon with every passing second until Aisha was convinced she was no longer dealing with a mirage. No, this building was real. There really was a person shaping it up. In fact, there was another person moving closer. Another visitor curious about what was happening? Possibly so, as seeing the marble tower rise up from the ground alone was noteworthy to have one's jaw drop in disbelieve.

Standing still at what Aisha would consider a safe distance - but truly, how far was 'safe' when this person was shaping such vast areas in a matter of seconds? - the marilith puppet would cross its three pairs of arms as Aisha rested to admire the continuation of the supernatural construction works. A whole new world emerged from the soft terrain as if a sunken city was brought to the surface. Sand cascaded off marble like a waterfall and plunged back into the sea of golden grains. Long shadows stretched their previously non-existing fingers across the sand for the first time in what had seemed an eternity of desolation. And at the origin of it all was a single woman. No, two of them.

The construction of new buildings upon the ruins of old Sunagakure. What did this mean for its future? Aisha decided to stay watching just to see how far this marble construction would stretch.





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6From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Tue Apr 30, 2019 3:10 pm

Myrddin

Myrddin


A-rank
The young Blonde stood before the massive gates of his Estate as they began to open, however slowly as it seemed as if they had not openned in a long while. The sound of grinding metal could be heard throughout the estate causing many to cringe or cover their ears to the sound, but to the young male it was the sound of music to his ears. As his people gathered behind him keeping their distance from the male save for one, a young girl that looked to be fifteen slowly approached the male from behind reaching out and taking his left hand in hers before she spoke. "Raphael, why must you leave when we have just got you back? It is not safe out there, what if the worst was to happen to you? What would we do without you?" Without looking at the young girl a small smile formed on the young males face as the gate finished opening revealing the view of the massive desert to those within the walls of the oasis that was their home. "The winds of change are upon us little sister, can you not feel it? I have felt it since the sun began to rise over the horizon, there is something or someone out there with power that I have not felt within this land in a long time. I must find this source and ensure that it means our people no harm before it is allowed to grow beyond my own powers to stop it." The boy's words were calm despite the serious of them, as the young male began to walk towards the gate the young girl that had grabbed his arm held tight as she tried to pull him back. "And what of your people if you Die? What of your Sister? We need you Raphael, with Mother and Grandfather gone and now Azulon Dead who will lead us when you are gone." The girl began to sob as she spoke with the thought of losing her brother as she had lost the rest of her immediate family. "I told you before Aurora, Raphael died in the destruction of Sunagakure, My name is Myrddin." The male stated with a glare to his sister that caused her to release his hand. "I am leaving the clan in good hands while I am away," "oh yeah, whose?" the young girl would interrupt, "why yours of course" the male responded which caused the jaw of his young sister to drop, "you have to be kidding me, I don't know the first thing about running the clan or anything else for that matter. Not to mention this goes against all the traditions of our people, Women are not meant to rule." At these words the young male began to chuckle, "You speak of our traditioons, yet you forget it was mother who was running this Clan."oo "yes but mother had grandfather's guidance and was only leading until you came of age, that was the only reason the others accepted her rule. You are of age now, you Killed Azulon, you are meant to rule. You are..." The male would hold his hand up to silence the young girl, "That is enough! My decision is Final and you will not question me again." The males voice was stern and reminded him of the tone his mother used to use on him when he would try to argue with her.

The male would reach up with his right hand to wipe the tears from the young girls cheek, "there is no reason to be sad, Aurora. This is my destiny, I know it is. If father were here, he would do the same thing, I must follow in his footsteps for the good of our people." His words now softer than before as he lifted his sisters face up by her chin, "I believe in you, now do you believe in me?" No words would come from the girls mouth only a simple head shake to show that she did indeed believe in her older brother. "Good," Turning his attention to the crowd of Kozai that had gather behind the pair, the young male looked into the faces of his people as he spoke. "I am not the boy I once was, my life has changed me, whether it is for the better or not is still undecided. However, this much is true, I am the son of Rei and Lucian, rightful heir to the leadership of this clan and the killer of the false leader who took the life of my Mother, grandfather, and father." The words exited his mouth before he realized that his sister did not know of their uncles involvement with their father's death, a look of shock was evident on the young girls face as her brother spoke. "My Uncle betrayed my entire family, including all of you, seeking power only for himself. I am not the man my uncle was, nor am i the man that my mother hoped I would be one day. I am Myrddin and as the rightful leader of our clan my first decree is that I am stepping down so that someone may take up the mantle that my mother left behind." At these words he looked to his sister with tears in his eyes, "you are the one that will lead our people as mother did, you will do a great many things I know it." Myrddin would state before kissing the young girl on the forehead, as his mother once did to him.

Myrddin would turn his attention back to the crowd which already had whispers flying every which way about what the boy had said, raising his arms he would call the crowd to silence themselves so that he could finish. "I know what you are thinking, this goes against all of our traditions. Yet I would just like to remind you that after the death of my father, my mother ruled over this clan and never once did she let it down and I know my sister will do the same. Now for those of you who think that once I am gone they can do whatever they wish and attempt something against my sister, Just remember one thing I will kill you." The males eyes would narrow to a glare as he looked out among the crowd, until his eyes fell upon Kensi. Motioning for the young boy to join him in his sister up in front of the crowd, when the boy reached him Myrddin would grab his out stretched hand and pull the boy in close for a hug before whispering into his ears. "You are the only one here I can trust, look after my sister." "As if she was my own," The boy replied as they released each other from the hug. Myrddin would look back across the crowd one last time before looking at his sister, "You can do this Aurora, just believe in yourself as I do." the male stated giving her one last kiss on the forehead before pulling the hood of his cloak over his head and turning to begin walking through the now wide open gates. "You just make sure you come back!" Called the male's sister from behind him as he passed through the gates and they began to close once more. Myrddin would turn back looking at his sister and friend and all the other Kozai behind them as the gate closed not moving from that spot until the loud metal doors meshed together to close the estate off from the rest of the world.

The male had not been lying about what he had said to her, he could feel the presence of something out there in the sand yet he could not place it. The shifting of the wind was his only clue and when the wind called the male followed, it had been that way his whole life, he would simply go where the wind willed him to go and that was that. There was something different about the calling this time, never before had it been so powerful, nor had it felt so ominius. The male could not tell if it was good or evil that the wind called him to witness, so he must ensure that he was prepared for anything that might happen. As the boy walked across the barren desert to the north east of his home, his feet sinking into the sand leaving a trail behind him until suddenly his feet were no long touching the sand but solid air beneath his feet as he continued walking into the air above the sand until the large structure came into view just over the horizon. Myrddin was shocked to say the least at the sight of this, as there had been no sign of it just two days ago when the guards had searched the desert around the Estate for any signs of Azulon's supporters that had escaped the grounds. As he drew closer and closer to the large tower he became more and more curious as to how it came to be out here, it wasn't until he was almost upon the tower that he saw the two women standing in front of the tower. Could these two be the one's that created the tower? The boy questioned as he stood in the air behind them, he knew people could achieve great things through the use of chakra but he never imagined something so massive as this tower through simple jutsu. As he moved closer to the pair standing in front of the tower he would lower himself, while still in the air but more level with the two women as he got within ten meters of them. "This is quite an accomplishment, for you two, I must say I am impressed. Of course I also must ask what exactly you are doing out here, that is if you don't mind."

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7From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Sun May 19, 2019 7:48 pm

Nova's brow was furrowed, a film of sweat forming from the intense concentration the task at hand required. Both arms outstretched, her fingers danced away as she built so much from so little. The intensity of her concentration on her work came with a downside, so focused was she on what she built any life ad movement around her would easily gone unnoticed. This combined with the inherently stealthy movement associated with being a shinobi made Izumi's approach one completely ignored. As Izumi's hands would slide over Nova's wide hips and lips and teeth would graze the exposed curve of her pale neck, the unexpected touch would draw a choking noise somehwere between a scream and a yelp from her lips. Acting on the instinct of self preservation, the earth that she would shape would move to defend herself from what she could only assume was an attack. Beneath the feet of whoever was behind Nova, the earth would warp to sharp edged shale, daggers of it stabbing upwards in all the places veins would be found. As Nova would whirl around still encircled by the arms, the shale would freeze in place. Sharp tips would hover a hairs breadth from her partner's skin. Sight giving recognition that touch had not, Nova would let her deeply taken breath out in a relieved sigh. Letting herself lean into the embrace now rather than pulling away in fear, she would speak as the defensive barbs of earth would crumble away back into sand.  “Nova, it's more beautiful than I could have even dreamed it. I can't believe it's really happening. We're really raising our home back from the dust”, it had been so long since Nova had heard Izumi's familiar voice. Having been made speechless with the appearance of her loved one, she would lean in for a kiss now they were face to face and press her forehead against Izumi's.

It would be a short-lived reunion, and before their private moment could progress to much further an interruption would be made. As if fear were an unknown emotion for her, Izumi would casually release Nova from their embrace and turn to the desert. Standing with arms crossed as a not-so-welcome greeting, Izumi and Nova would watch as a golden haired man would stride across. . . Nothing. He would walk as though on solid ground but there was nothing but air beneath him. Nova would wonder whether it was a trick of the eyes or if this being had truly mastered the art of levitation. "This is quite an accomplishment, for you two, I must say I am impressed. Of course I also must ask what exactly you are doing out here, that is if you don't mind.". Izumi's response before Nova could form the words, still recovering from the start Izumi had given her by approaching her unaware. It was a snarky remark, Nova would expect no less from Izumi though. "Clearly we're building a city, what are you doing?" Nova couldn't help but smile, though when she spoke her voice was far softer and more kind, “she is right though. I am building a village, or what I hope will become one. Rebuilding the village hidden in the sand seemed... like a daunting task. And some I have spoken too see that glass littered ruin as cursed. I decided to build somewhere else.”

Looking out as the desert before speaking again, Nova would slide her hand into Izumi's, “This spot would be better for trade, with access to the sea. In addition its distance might discourage attacks... both like the one that ruined Sunagakure to begin with and those who thought they had a right to the land more recently. But now it is my turn to ask, what is is that you are doing here?”

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8From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Thu May 23, 2019 6:32 am

Myrddin

Myrddin


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Myrddin couldn't help but chuckle at the blondes remark as he slowly lowered himself to the ground letting his weight sink into the sand, it was obvious by both her body language and her the tone of her voice that she seemed to view him as a unwelcomed visitor. "Well yes I can see that, I'm more inclined to know to whom you serve." The violet haired woman was the next one to speak, her voice was much softer than the blondes in an almost timid way. Although the male would not interupt the woman as she spoke, however when she spoke of rebuilding Sunagakure no Sato, she held his undivided attention even as she paused and looked out across the desert the boy did not say a word waiting paitently for the woman to continue. The woman was indeed an intelligent one, and she already had a plan for the future of a destoryed village. The boy's eyes would darken at the mention of those who came to claim this land as theirs, he unknowingly helped in their endevour believing whole heartedly that they were coming there to help the people of the Kaze no Kuni only to descover the truth when it was too late, however with luck the people of Kaze no Kuni withstood and prevailed. The woman finished with a question of her own, and she was right it would only be fair considering she did answer his question.

"My apologies my lady," the male began with a bow continuing as he rose back up. "My name is Myrddin of the Kozai Clan, My family shared long history and a close connection with Sunagakure the destruction of it was a terrible thing and I wish that I had been strong enough then to have stopped it." His tone did not waver or crack though it hurt the male to speak of that dark night and his moment of weakness he would not let it show, keeping the regal appearance and tone that his mother had instilled in his mind that he must do ever since he first learned to speak. "As for your question, I am here because I could feel something different on the wind, something had changed and I did not know what it was. I am a man of the wind and it speaks to me, calling me to places or people  or both and when it calls I follow. When I saw this tower in the distance I was stumped, as my Clan's Estate is only about 5km from here and just three days ago we scouted this area and there was no building materials, and certainly no tower." The male would pause pointing in the direction he had came from, though he was being honest with them he left out the part about the scouting party looking for traitors of his own clan. The male would look past the two women at the tower that stood behind them, before turning his attention back to them once more as he began to walk out closer to the coast. "Do you plan to shape the whole village with your chakra? Because that can be a very daunting task indeed, why not have support from your allies that are to help you in this endeavor, do you even have allies? You speak of trade and access to the sea, but do you have the ships or supplies to trade for that matter? money? Or do you just believe that if you build it they will come? That the village hidden in the sand will just rise up from the ashes and begin anew with all it's old allies and friends that it had before and the world will just keep spinning as though nothing ever happened" The male would pause briefly as he looked out to the sea feeling it's cool breeze across his cheek, his words may have been harsh yet his tone was calm and on the edge of concern. "I am sorry if I am being blunt, and I do not mean to chastise you for what you have accomplished nor what you wish to accomplish. I only ask these things because it takes more than two people to create a village, yes the people will come here and seek protection from the Elements of the Desert, but what would they find here when they arrive? Empty homes, no food, no drinking water? Or am I mistaken and you have all this planned out?"



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9From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Thu Jun 13, 2019 1:26 am

Izumi

Izumi


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Izumi’s silent steps made no notice to the focused violet haired woman that stood before the Karisuma, Izumi had accidentally terrified her lover when she approached from behind. Izumi would have to have the talk with Nova about her security again it seems. Granted Izumi was a different level than the average assassin but it was no excuse for anyone to be able to get so close to her without being alerted or questioned. Maybe it should be her own job, sure let she could devise some way for her lover to summon her if she needed. After all Yosei had helped her unlock the marvels of traveling through space to any point instantly using a network of seals that use an ancient formula made famous by the infamous Yellow Flash of Konoha. It was said the man could easily kill thousands on his own. Why couldn’t Izumi devise a way to simply always be a moment away from her love. That was a question to ponder while she marveled at the marble towers being borne before her. When he interloper arrived, Izumi’s quip did not go unnoticed and was met with courtesy, causing Izumi to feel a bit embarrassed for her lack of manners. Life as a rogue assassin sometimes made her a bit too savage it worried Izumi when she truly considered the brevity of the possible death of her humanity. Now was not a time for such existential dread though. Nova’s speech was eloquent and while her voice was still small and timid she had grown in more than power during their time apart, her strong, diplomatic tone inspired her, Nova was truly the right choice for Kazekage, someone like Izumi should never be allowed to lead their people. Nova was the head and voice of the Sand, her ninja art was as intertwined with the village as the sand was to the desert. Puppetry was an acinet ninja art form originally invented in the Hidden Sand Village and was perfected like none other of their time by Nova. She had even come into the possession of the legendary living puppet, Sasori.

Izumi had feats of her own but few were in her own name, if Nova was the body of the Sand Village, Izumi was the long dark shadow. Always changing her location and her mission even her lover knew little about her whereabouts or goals at any given moment. The blonde woman stayed in position next o her lover positioning herself in a place she could easily intercept an attack on the Kazekage. Izumi silently listened to Raphael’s  speech, his words were intriguing to say the least, it was at least a relief that he meant them no challenge, it would be a shame to christen their new home with the blood. “The only masters we serve are our selves, you are speaking to the Lady Nova Makato, Kazekage and her paramour, Izumi Karisuma, we will raise our home from the sands and lead the refugees we’ve gathered back to this new home. We will show the world that we are called one of the five Great Nations for a reason. The daimyo is dead, the council is dead, the anbu is dead, it is only us now. We have had a shanty town of sorts set up far from here for quite some time. After the Battle of Inabyama we did our best to bring our people back into a fold and let them know that there was a real effort to bring our home back. I’ve heard of your family before, maybe it’s destiny that we all meet here today. Three of the heads of great families of our villages in one place must mean something, no?  We will indeed be using chakra for much of this, but the people of the village will be able to do what they will of it as well. I’m sorry if I seemed hostile at first, you don’t come across many friends in the deserts.”

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10From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Fri Jun 14, 2019 7:20 pm

"Well yes I can see that, I'm more inclined to know to whom you serve.” Nova would raise a single eyebrow, she did not believe she was acting in such a manner that would suggest she was working under the orders of another. That he would assume so was almost offensive to her, though at the same time she did recognize that she did not appear to be one of great strength. Nova would watch with a less than pleased expression, though she would not turn any away who would aid Suna in this fragile time. He would introduce himself a Myrddin of the Kozai clan and share his own facet of life in the time since Sunagakure's downfall, noting that he too was from a family long seated in her homeland. Not only that, but he too would share a sentiment eerily similar to one of her own driving forces; that perhaps if she were stronger she could have sone something to stop it. Those were the things that compelled her to compete in the exams, and the desire to better herself. The man who spoke before them would pause for a moment though his voice unwavering and he bore an expression familiar to her, that of reminiscing on loss. Speaking to the inquiry of how he had come to be here, he would offer that he seemed feel a call to be here. In addition to just a gut feeling, the appearance of a large structure that had not been there days before had been indicative of a noteworthy even happening. Nova would look off in the direction was gestured whilst nodding, sometimes it was just a gut feeling that guided one to where they were meant to be. Perhaps it was the same gut feeling that she had coming upon this place herself, that this was the land that the village ought to rise from.

It seemed that she did not inspire belief in this man. It wasn't all that surprising, though perhaps she did not expect it here while actually putting her plan into action. Nova could understand why one would be skeptical of her claims. This was not the first time that such concerns had been expressed and it certainly wouldn't be the last. In the months preceeding the actual effort in the monumental task of creating the village, Nova had been taking the even more difficult task of spreading the word into her own hands. It was unreasonable to expect this man to know of this, though it also would indicate to her that he was somewhat secluded to his own home and life. Nearly nonstop, Nova had been traveling between refugee camps and spreading the word of her intentions. It felt  almost ritualistic, the moment of silent contemplation before calling the attention of all those who resided where she visited. First she would gather those into a group, and every single time she was moved by the look of hope in the eyes of those who once were residents of the same village she was. Despite the many years that had passed since then and for the most part people had recovered, it was obvious from the glint of sorrow in their eyes that they remembered the same fate she did. After they would gather, she would speak words in the strength of those hardy residents of the desert. Then she would try to inspire hope. Offering that she was going to do her best to rise the city from the sand and that when her goal was reached her symbol would be visible across the land. And then, she would show that symbol to them then. A symbol of rebirth, of freedom, and of refuge of the brutality of this land. From nothing her carefully crafted construct would burst forth and into the air. Each facet of metal glinting under the glaring sun, the winged beast of her design would circle slowly. Wingspan dozens of meters across would generate its own gusts of wind with each flap. That enormous strange mix of phoenix-and-hawklike avian puppet was what she would declare the symbol to gather under. Her intent now here in the village mid construction was, upon completion of her task, to have her construct perch upon that tower. Perfectly polished feathers of steel would reflect the light in the sky, and would be visible many kilometers from her and reach most of the refugee camps. Those that were missed would not be forgotten, a journey across the desert in the sky in that same puppet would signal to all those that would miss its initial call.

 As Nova reflected on her thoughts and actions over the past few months, she would let him pause before wording her response. She hoped she could put most of his concerns to rest, though his doubt was the same that her own stomach was filled with. What if, what if it wasn't enough. What if it was all for naught and her obsession with reviving her homeland was just that. An obsession followed through was a success, but if it was a failure then it was just the rantings and ravings of a madwoman. Nova's mind would begin to race with self doubt and she could feel her cheeks and chest flush with a pang of panic. A panic that would rush through her veins and make her fingers tingle, before it would come to a halt, “Calm child.” From within her own skull the voice she was so familiar with would ring, silent to all but her. The voice of reason to her, a self-assured being so intense that it would bleed into her own behavior. Nova had always doubted that it was out of actual concern for herself, but more for the accomplishment of shared goals and his own lack of ability to exist self-sufficiently of her that clearly gnawed at him. With those two words though, no matter the reason for the action, would stop her racing heart and mind. Perhaps her face had twisted as her thoughts had run amok, as even he perhaps could recognize the effect of his words on her,"I am sorry if I am being blunt, and I do not mean to chastise you for what you have accomplished nor what you wish to accomplish. I only ask these things because it takes more than two people to create a village, yes the people will come here and seek protection from the Elements of the Desert, but what would they find here when they arrive? Empty homes, no food, no drinking water? Or am I mistaken and you have all this planned out?"

Before Nova would form the words, the woman at her side would speak her piece. Even more than the voice of Sasori of the Red Sand in her mind, the voice of her partner would further ease her worries. Izumi spoke with great confidence in both herself and Nova, whom she addressed as Kazekage for the first time. It would make those butterflies in her stomach flutter again, but this time with joy rather than fear. It would suprise her however, when Izumi would mention she recognized the family name of the man who had introduced himself as  Myrddin of the Kozai Clan. Even Izumi seemed to relax as they spoke now, on a more positive note. Now addressing all three of them as though it was already a sealed deal that they would continue this task as a team. “I’m sorry if I seemed hostile at first, you don’t come across many friends in the deserts.”  Nova had to hold back a snort of laughter, half from the held in anticipation of how this meeting would turn out and half from Izumi apologizing for coming off as “hostile”. After brushing off her amusement from the comment, she would address Myrddin's concerns, “I know. I do not come off as someone who could plan a village. And you might be right, I have no experience nor knowledge on the matter. But I do have aspirations, and I can empathize with those I wish to speak for. Yes, empty houses will be waiting, and little food. Water may seem scarce, but we can craft wells. And i'm certain we are not the only ones left in the land of the Wind capable of such feats. We may be the first to begin, and can only take so many of the first steps. But I know we won't be alone in wanting to bring back what we lost. When people do come, and I know they will, I'm certain those that can will aid us. How does any village start? First the need of shelter, preferably in a fertile land...”, after gesturing up at the cliffs far above where any sea had struck Nova would continue, “up there is already rich in soil and perfect for cultivation.” Turning now, she would direction attention to the flat salt bed beyond the marble, “and here is enough salt to mine for years. In addition to any distilled from the sea itself. Though Sunagakure was never known for its access to seafood, in that very sea we could surely gather enough to sustain us..” Shuffling on her feet and relieving the weight from her leg bound to and with the wooden prosthetic which bore Sunagakure's ever recognizable symbol.

From a speech in which she nearly was able to inspire herself with, the response to his other comment would turn her face would turn sour. Now she would address a more sensitive topic than just the supplies for a village. “Allies are few and far between. I'm sure you are aware of the acts committed by Kumogakure, all villages for that matter, when they all tried to get a hand in the fate of our lands.” Subconsciously she would glance at Izumi as she spoke the next words, “Through some.. discouraging we were able to make those who wanted to have their own irons in the fires return to their respective homelands... for the most part.” So much blood had been shed in those battles, even one she herself participated in albiet a roundabout manner. “Even those who claimed to be our allies were not their to help us, they merely claimed we were allies due to a mutual enemy. Other than to oppose those who opposed them, they had the underlying objective of wanting to decide the fate of these lands all their own. I do not discount that closer allies are essential in the long run, but I fear we cannot trust the other villages. That is part of why I chose this location, on the furthest borders of the desert. Perhaps if we face an assault as we did last time, we will be both more prepared and be able to respond to an incoming threat.” Though her words were unwavering, she did not know to what extent she should express her distrust for the other villages. Everything from the destruction in the beginning to the various battles that had sprung up across the land of wind would lend itself to her erring on the side of caution.

“As far as trade... When we are established enough to defend ourselves if need be, I believe we have a commodity that we can both make great use of ourselves but perhaps market to any allies we should come to have.” from a deep pocket within her dress, her hand would procure a object wrapped in velvet. Letting it sit on her open palm, with her other hand she would unfold the cloth to reveal what appeared to be a pane of shattered glass. Gingerly, making sure that her finger did not slide across the razors edge of the shard, she would pick on up and turn it under the sun's glow. It bore a faint green hue, the way the run reflected would illuminate one long facet long the side seeming to emphasize its clarity. “It seems as though the intensity of the chakra used to destroy Suna had an unexpected effect on the environment. In many places it seemed so intense that entire stretches of sand and earth turned into this.” Handing the velvet cloth still containing a number of smaller shards, Nova would hold the largest carefully and twist it so its razor edge faced skyward. With her other hand, she would pluck a long strand of lavender hair from her head and drop it onto the extended edge of glass. Just floating down through the air over it, the strand would be split in two. “I have found it to retain a sharper edge than most metals, and as durable if not more so. I believe it could be of great use to us, as well as valuable as a resource with which we can generate trade” she would offer it out to the man to inspect if he so desired before speaking again, “I do not know if this quells your concerns, but it will not change my course of action.” For fear of perhaps speaking too bluntly herself, she would speak again, “I would however say the chance of success would be improved with aid of others, especially those as obviously skilled as yourself” It was a bit of jealousy that she felt, his skill with the traditional ninja art clearly far exceeded her own. An issue not exclusive to him, but a feeling she often felt about Izumi as well. “If you are willing to lend your hand, know that my intentions are only for the good of the people who once were our neighbors and friends and families. I will do everything in my power to ensure the success of the village.”


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11From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Sat Jun 15, 2019 5:34 am

Constructions had halted as a third person joined the scene. Unlike the first two who were unfamiliar faces, she had a feeling she knew the young man. He was a familiar face, her memory digging deep to figure out when and where she had seen him. She vaguely remembered her mother having told about him, too, but other than placing the meeting somewhere before the destruction of Sunagakure, her mind  failed to dig up the information she needed. It must have been too long ago. It seemed that he was remotely familiar with the whole event, boldly moving into the pair of people that could just be two other usurpers of the Land. Seemingly uncaring or ignorant of what had transpired here in the past. Lucky for him, they didn't jump him right away, instead picking up conversation. Too far to really hear anything distinct as the devilish winds teased her by stealing most of the words that were spoken, it was not too difficult to read their lips and pick up parts of the conversation. If she knew the context, then the rest was a matter of filling in the pieces and reading their body language.

Name came first as they presented themselves. Myrddin of the Kozai Clan. The name was unfamiliar but the clan was not. Hearing the name of the clan, her memory clicked like a piece of the puzzle final finding its place. Yes, she remembered it now. It was one of those days where her mother felt a need to talk about the clans of Sunagakure, knowing that each of them, as nature dictated, would find death at the end of the road. The Kozai clan of wind-users had been one of the clans her mother had talked about. The Wealthiest Family in the Land of Winds. If this endeavour was truly one of rebuilding Sunagakure, surely they'd offer to assist. If not to promote their name or hold assets within the Village, then to balance the envy that lingered within the poor with every step they took. It was only beneficial for them to join in the reconstruction of Suna; now all that remained was figuring out if that was this Myrddin's plan.

The other names were not as familiar to her, though the name of Nova Makato held some weight. Not just here. Rumours from across the world spoke of this name. A name affiliated with other places. A Kumogakure, a Kirigakure. But not a Sunagakure. So she was a stranger to the lands claiming the Land of Sand for herself. Proclaiming to be Kazekage of a non-existing Village? Bold. Real bold. None different than this Lamya, by the sound of it. What little hope had flowered within the heart of the Hosokawa withered away right after as it looked that Sunagakure would once again be shackled by the wishes of an outsider. It seemed the Kozai was not as hampered by that in the slightest. As expected, he casually asked about the more intricate details about the reconstruction. Raising walls was one thing. Caring for an entire political, economical and demographical landscape was something else. Aisha crossed her arms, somewhat annoyed that the Kozai didn't bother with the thought it were strangers once again claiming the lands for their own, but the information that was being shared was a little too interesting to just hop in and disturb them.

Answers to the Kozai's questions were given. Rich soil, salt and this glass. There was always food to be found for those familiar with the desert, and water was one of those things that simply remained scarce. Such was the curse of this Land. Nonetheless, the ambitions of this stranger were huge. The sort that might even surpass those of Lamya, who had mostly sought to conquer the land for herself. But she felt... weird about this situation, like everything was set upside down - familiar yet not, a repetition of the past yet not. This woman very much sounded like she wanted to rebuild the Village and denounced the other Villages that she had been part of. Was she just keeping up appearances or was she genuinely trying to provide a better future? The answer to that question would not be provided by the Kozai, who seemingly was only interested in playing his part no matter who ruled the area here. Maintaining his clan's reputation as the richest, as it were. But could she provide the answer to that question herself? No, she couldn't. She wanted very much to move forward and chime in but was that a wise approach to things? Her actions were not to endanger the Cult, and the resting dead frankly didn't care who ruled over the living. No, despite her bias against strangers, Aisha had to accept that she was not in a position to oppose this reconstruction, this self-proclaimed kage position, this second blasphemy against the Lands of Wind. Her mother would let it pass and see it flow by on the River of Life just like that Lamya drifted passed them. She'd focus on the burial and preservation of those who had fallen in its defence. So too, Aisha would have to bide her time.

"Come, Nagini. We're needed elsewhere."

Under the puppeteer's guidance, the Marilith slithered across the sand again. Six arms bearing the sacks filled with metallic junk they had gathered. Those had yet to be sold, the coin it would bring in to be spared so she could improve upon the puppet.



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12From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Sun Jun 16, 2019 12:46 am

Myrddin

Myrddin


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The blonde woman's introduction of them as the Kazekage and her paramour bought a smile to the male's face, claiming yourself or others of a title was one thing it was a whole different story if the people of the land claim you as such. He was much more intrigued by the names the woman gave, he had heard the name when some travellers came through the estate just weeks before looking for refuge, and speaking of the great woman named Nova and what she planned for the land of wind. He knew he had heard the name before, but he couldn't place where he had heard it, the name rattled in the back of his brain like an itch that he simply could not scratch no matter how hard he tried ever since that night. Izumi went on to speak of the refugees they had helped before speaking of destiny as to the three of them gathered here in this spot, before apologizing if she had come off rude. It was certainly not something he expected given the situation, however before he could respond to Izumi's words the timid one spoke again. The proclaimed Kazekage did not look like much but her words were inspirational to say the least, speaking of the shelter and fertile lands and the settinv up of wells for water, though it was not until she shifted her weight on her legs that the male realized where it was that he had heard their names before. He had spent so much time in his attempt to forget about the sins of his past and everything else that was connected to it that he had almost forgotten everything about his time in Kumogakure, and now standing in front of him was the winner of the chuunin exams and the runner-up. It was hard to believe that these two had come so far in such a short time, and yet here they are building a village from nothing. His thoughts were brought back to he present as Nova continued, when she spoke of Kumo and the other villages and their endeavors within the land of Wind the male would lower his eyes, he knew all too well the plan Kumo had for the land of Wind and his help in them doing so, a sin that he may never forgive himself for even if it was not out of his own free will.

What the woman did next was the most intriguing of the entire conversation, as she held up a shard of glass she spoke of the destruction of the former sand village and the chakra that was used to change it in more than one way. As the woman handed him the shard, Myrddin would look upon it in astonishment. Handling it as carefully as the woman had, the male would inspect the glass as she continued to speak. There would be a calm quite between the three of them once Nova had finished speaking, though his focus was on that of the glass still held within his hands Myrddin felt the presence of the movement of another though did not bother to bring attention to it as whatever it was was moving away from them. A slight gust of wind would stir the desert forming a small cyclone of Sand between the two women and Myrddin, in the silence of words Myrddin would feel the gentle breeze across his cheek before a smile formed on his face. "There is no reason for you to apologize my lady, you are correct friends are hard to come by within the desert in these past months, and considering your company I completely understand as it is best to not take chances." gesturing to Nova while he looked at Izumi as he spoke, "and perhaps you are right, it could very well be destiny that has brought all of us here today, although to be honest I am not the head of my clan." Myrddin would stop briefly looking back in the direction of the Estate before a tear would roll down his cheek, "although my mother instilled within me from a very young age the makings of a leader so that I may take over after her." Myrddin choked up a little as he thought of his mother, however he would quickly regain his composure to continue. "I learned a lot during my time in this world but the one thing I know is that I am not the man my mother hoped that I would be and I am a leader, which is why I stepped down and allowed my younger sister to take up the mantle as the clan leader. I'm much better at following orders than giving them, and I've never been one for making the hard decisions that every leader faces." He wasn't sure why he was telling the two of them this, however he felt as though it was something he needed to say to them.

"A very long time ago my ancestors faced a similar problems to the ones that you now face, when they first arrived here in the Land of Wind they had almost nothing, however they had faith in their leader and that was enough. The land was void of life with only sand surrounding them, however they did not let anything stop them or discourage them from their task. It was not an easy task to undertake, however United together under the singular goal and though they did not see the fruit that their labor bore, it is a fruit that still blesses my family to this day. We now have shelter, clean water, fields to farm and livestock to provide for us all because of the efforts of a few that would not be diswayed from their goal. My family came from nothing but now our name has become a name with meaning of power and wealth, where just a mention of our name would cause every merchant in the village raised their prices. Of course we never went to look at the weaponry or the armor as they could never compare to the Craftsmanship of the Kozai's blacksmiths. My family holds many alliances with many of the minor countries across the continent as well as some of the major villages, but none were as strong as the one we held with Sunagakure. In part because my grandfather fell in love with a former Kazekage, but also because we were in close proximity to each other and we could provide goods for a lower price than those that were further away. Now we are even closer and with the discovery of this new found resource, I am sure the blacksmiths within the estate could help in working it into weapons or even armor if you desire. Though I no longer speak for my clan I am certain my sister will send any assistance that the estate can afford whether it is workers, food, water, money or ships." The male would stop as a smile formed on his face at the thought of his sister, "My sister is young but she is wise beyond her years, the true vision in which my mother saw for the future of our clan, and it is the main reason I entrusted her to lead the clan in my stead."

"The two of you have come a long way from the young Genin I watched in the chūnin exams of Kumogakure, I was impressed with your skills then but even more so in your skills now. I have heard of the work both of you have done and plan to do for our country from others who you have helped or inspired. The whole time he had been speaking he had been looking at both of the women that stood before him, but now he turned his focus on Izumi as he spoke, "perhaps it was destiny that we met, for this place to be chosen as the new home of Sunagakure of all places along the coast of the sea or within the sea of Sand. This place so close to my home was chosen." The male would then look back to Nova, "You have laid down the foundation of a village and you have earned the trust of those you wish to lead, a quality I have seen in no other. You have a plan to not only provide your people, but to lead them into a new Dawn with the glass from the ashes of our past. Like a pheonix rising from it's ashes, we return stronger than ever before. You inspired me when you were nothing more than a Genin having never met you nor stood in your presence and now you inspire me even more now." At these words the male would activate a seal from within his cloak calling forth Devorakos, the massive zanbatō of the Kozai clan appearing in his right hand. The male would spin it in his palm above his head as if it were as light as air, before striking it into the sand at his feet on the right side of him and then kneeling beside it. "This is Devorakos, it was the blade of my Ancestor, it's said that with this blade he carved out the land that is now our estate blowing away all the obscurities of the sand and revealing the strong foundation beneath it. It has served my family ever since and has been held by the protector of the Kozai for generations. I now offer it and myself to your services, to use as you see fit in your affairs. You may use us as the hand of protection for the Land of Wind, or as the hand of Destruction for any enemy you name. Simply give us a name and they will trouble you no longer." As he swore this oath he would look straight into the eye's of Nova, however then with a bow of his head lowering his view away from the two women and to the sand he would add. "My Lady, Kazekage"



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13From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Mon Jun 17, 2019 1:28 am

Izumi

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Izumi could hear Nova’s heartbeat quicken showing her stress and frustration, she didn’t do well under rapid fire questioning. Izumi’s right hand slid its fingers through Nova’s and fav e her hand a squeeze trying to bring a sense of calm back to her. The touch of Nova’s soft hands were something she hadn’t realized she’d missed so much maybe she’d take a few weeks off to relive those first few nights in the Mist Village. Izumi could admit to herself that she needed and deserved a break, her web was spreading and the Sand’s hadn’t been safer in decades thanks to the patrols she organized and led. The banditry that had plagued them for years had been largely eliminated thanks to fear of the “Sand Witch” and her own attempt at omniscience. Word had spread fast about how she could stop multiple attacks across the country somehow almost simultaneously. They had no clue how she managed and knew if they wanted to live long they’d be best to never find out. In short Izumi could afford a break to shave some much needed relationship time with the Kazekage. Nova’s heartbeat returned to normal but Izumi’s hand remained, it was too long missed to give up so easily. Nova began to talk about the land she’d chosen and of the makings of a home. It was without a doubt possible for them to make this village anew and how they’d be easily sustained by both the fertile land and the sea. Izumi had missed the fish from Kirigakure that was about all she missed from her time in the Mist. Looking back it was a much better life in some ways, it was peaceful and simple. Back then there was much more time for her and Nova to just be young and in love together now their lives were far from simple. It was theirs to rule, to lead, to carry the burden of their people. In truth the prospect terrified Izumi, she was not that person she was a war hero not a leader. Even if Izumi was the leader people would want, Nova was the one they deserved. She was kind, she was just, and she was intelligent. Izumi was vengeful, she was cruel, but in the least they shared the quality of intelligence.

Nova went on to talk about the allies they’ve made and about the atrocities committed by the Cloud Village. Nova herself had helped Izumi in the fight against the Yellow Menace that had plagued their sands. Through this Nova and Izumi became acquainted with a certain sealer who’s name and acts were shrouded in mystery and legend. Yosei, who returned from Naraka, was Izumi’s mentor and was the shadowy shield that guarded their budding home. Neither Izumi nor Nova were like to share this information with a relative stranger though. Even if this Myrddin of the Kozai was who he claimed Izumi was not the trusting type. Nova continued to speak about the involvement of some of the other villages, in fact surprisingly the only village that Izumi could say she supported during this time was that of Harichimo’s Stone Village who was the benefactor of many contracts she’d accepted that involved attacking the Yellow God’s Immortals directly. Nova said something Izumi fully agreed with, the other villages were not to be trusted. This new Hokage was more troublesome than the last, but admittedly it was exactly what Izumi wanted. Konoha was on the warpath with anyone and everyone since the death of their former leader. The Mist Village was in chaos with the disappearance of Ayakashi, the Cloud found itself in relative upheaval with the death of the former Raikage, Hastur Miyamoto. The Stone Village was silent as far as Izumi knew, which was troubling in its own way.

Nova’s speech had come prepared with visual aids, Nova pulled her hand free of Izumi’s to take out a velvet pouch of sorts filled with the razor sharp glass that Mitsuo had left behind in much of the ruins of their incinerated home. It was a despicable act of wanton destruction that had taken their home. Izumi had become a force of Izanami herself as a result of it. Blessed Raijin had granted her his power to become a scourge upon the Sands for all who would see it worse. True Yosei had taught her this power but she couldn’t help but feel her patron god’s guiding winds had helped her along. Nova had plans to sell the glass marketed as sharper than steel for blades. Izumi liked the idea of using a piece of her home to drain the sanguine river of life from its enemy’s veins. Nova made a move for flattery before ending her speech on a strong note, by now Izumi had relaxed as well no longer looking like she was ready to throttle Myrddin at any given moment. Old habits died hard after all, she was making a conscious effort to look relaxed rather than a predator on a leash. Izumi stayed silent still while Myrddin began his response to Nova, his reply to Izumi having been a smile and words of forgiveness for her tense manner. It seems the man before her had an enormous ego, it took much of Izumi’’s willpower to not roll her eyes or show other visible signs of annoyance. Instead she smiled kindly and zoned out, she heard his words but didn’t really register them fully. Making no note or plan to reply to what he said about his sister being a princess or whatever, and about how his family was old and storied the woman continued to smile and nod until he said something that caught her attention. Evidently this Myrddin had remembered them from the Exams in the Cloud Village. This was odd considering Izumi didn’t remember him and was sure she had no note of him in her cherished tome written in her own hand. He said he was impressed with them then and even more so now, a praise that was unexpected enough to draw a true smile out of the blonde woman. Evidently he had followed their progress somewhat before and he was even so bold to say he inspired her. Izumi was somewhat suspicious at this, why exactly was he in the Cloud Village so soon after the destruction of the Sand Village. If he was who he claimed to be what reason did he have to be there? When he drew the massive blade Izumi drew a kunai in a near instant reaction. Izumi positioned herself in front of her lover and readied to throw the weapon at Myrddin, when he began speaking Izumi turned bright red with embarrassment she was ready to kill a man who was doing nothing more than show and tell. Izumi waited for him to finish his monologue in which he pledged eternal support for Nova as Kazekage. Izumi’s cheeks were still flush as she spoke up, “I- I’m uhh gonna just go sit over there and think about how much I want to die right now.” Wanting to die of embarrassment Izumi found a nearby newly created windowsill and sat in it burying her face in her knees nearly crying in shame.

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14From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Fri Jun 21, 2019 1:56 am

Warm against her cheek, a breeze would rush by them. Long lilac locks would undulate in the current, though the shorter mane of blond hair upon the man opposite them would ruffle in the wind too it was not as easily apparent the strength of the wind. Even though the solitude that surrounded them left not much to hold their attention besides each other, it was strange to Nova that her every word was listened to even with her delicate tone. Even when she had spoke in each camp, to her it had seemed more like a performance that people might watch if they desired. Despite the reality of the refugee's hanging onto her words of hope, the many years she had spent in relative solitude had not lent itself to her social and speaking skills. Izumi's hand grasping hers would seem to bring her back to a more even place. Nova would take a deep breath of the warm air as he would respond to the words she spoke. Myrddin, as he had introduced himself as, would commiserate in much of their misfortune the last few years and how it were often less than safe to trust a stranger in their presence. One thing he would correct from Izumi's words were that he was not the head of the Kozai clan, only of it. Looking over his shoulder in the direction Nova could only assume he had come from, emotion would swell enough that a single tear would bud in the corner of his eye as he would speak of his mother and sister. So despite that he himself was not the head of the clan, he was a member of the highest standing and likely had much weight in decisions in which he needed to express an opinion on. Though her face would maintain a bright but serious smile, her attention would be far more caught by his next words than they wore on the inner workings of ones family. She may be a descendent of a great and long lasting clan that Sunagakure was built upon, but she felt little connection to her ancestors and saw little importance on the matters of relations through blood.  

What he would speak of next was a piece of history that it seemed she had set out to repeat. Gathering the people of the land of wind together once more under nothing, nothing more than a single figurehead uniting them in the search of a better life. As he spoke, it would be come clear to Nova that the Kozai clan was not actually a part of the Village hidden in the Sand but rather a lifelong ally. Though Nova did not recall such things from her youth, she too would admit that her memories of her life in the village were through a hazy filter of time and many things seemed beyond the grasp of her mind. If the Kozai Clan and compound were all he said it were, it would seem it would be in her best interest to ally herself with this man. Though she would not admit it, it would relieve her greatly that this man would seem to put at least a modicum of his faith into her. It did not seem she would need to fight too hard for her first ally, and as little as she trusted all other possible sources of aid this seemed like an idea situation. A situation that if worked would benefit both parties in great ways. If their people were craftsman of the quality that he implied, the lack of currency and therefore trade in these parts had likely all but vanished. If they were lucky they would be maintaining trade with the various camps spread through these parts, but those were spread far across the land. Nova would try to not seem to eager, nor too aloof, all the while wondering exactly she could keep up the politics of everything from her words and tone to even her body language when she would react and interact with those of importance. Carefully, she would let a true smile cross her face when he said that he were certain they would be willing to lend that ever important aid if needed.

Before she would respond however, Myrddin would catch her immediately offguard with a comment about that he recognized not only her but of Izumi as well. They had both attempted to go under different names and guises, though Izumi was far more successful with those endeavors than Nova was. Everything from her skillset and tools to her so recognizable wooden prosthesis that extended from where her left knee ought to have been down would not lend itself to her trying to appear as another. That did not bother Nova too deeply, as deception of that sort was never her style. Izumi however seemed to be able to slip from one guise to another, none marking her as a being of interest in any way related to her given name and most “normal” personality she had. Was Nova herself so recognizable that just her proximity to Izumi would give her away? The location of this past encounter was almost more worrisome to Nova than his ability to identify Izumi. Though there were masses gathered unlike they would for any other event, any person from Kumogakure was one of question to her. A layer of caution would tame her optimism slightly, hoping that any loyalty he held for his own clan and the land that was their homeland was one stronger than that he felt for Kumogakure any whatever reason he had been there.

Thoughts of caution being cut short, probably for the best as dwelling on such things would only make those paranoid thoughts more prevalent. Speaking with obvious pride in his voice, he would speak directly to her, "You have laid down the foundation of a village and you have earned the trust of those you wish to lead, a quality I have seen in no other. You have a plan to not only provide your people, but to lead them into a new Dawn with the glass from the ashes of our past. Like a pheonix rising from it's ashes, we return stronger than ever before. You inspired me when you were nothing more than a Genin having never met you nor stood in your presence and now you inspire me even more now." Words so eloquent and powerful, such that as when they were spoken it seemed to shake Nova to her core. Though he had at first questioned her motives and plans without a second thought, here he was speaking words of support. Another person, perhaps more important than many others, had put their faith in her.

As his words concluded, he would perform some sort of gesture from beneath his cloak. Had he done this at the beginning of the encounter he would immediately have been met with a defensive act on her part, something that was well deserved as whatever it was he had done would reveal a weapon of such impressive size Nova was fairly confident she wouldn't even be able to lift it. Though this ought to unnerve her greatly, she felt a strange and unexpected trust in this man. It would seem that Izumi however, did not. Placing herself between the puppet mistress and their new acquaintance, Izumi would slide into a position very much ready to attack. After a lack of attack, though then would have been the time, Izumi would flush as she would come to the realization that such a protective move was not necessary in the situation at hand.  Though Izumi would seemingly retreat and hide slightly behind nova this time, Nova would watch with interest as the events would unfold. Nova would only hope he was worth putting trust in as he would hope for her. Not all that unfamiliar a tradition to Nova, Myrddin would introduce the blade as “Dervorakos”. Along with the name he would spin a tale that that very blade had formed the estate from which he hailed. At first she would doubt such a feat, before remembering that she too bore an item with a great and expansive history. It would take a moment for Nova to process Myrddin's next words and actions; as he would spin the enormous weapon with ease before sinking it deep into the sand before her and kneel beside it, then he would offer himself to her cause. For the first time in her life, she commanded a position in which people would swear themselves to her. Myrddin would address her for the first time as her position, and as he did Nova could only hope she would truly prove herself worthy of the title.

As Nova would bow in response to a kneel, which may not have been the appropriate response but it was not as though she had done this before and known how to act. “And I will ensure you have shelter, food, and drink whenever you need it, and I would ask you to do nothing that I myself would not be willing to do. I gratefully accept your offer and accept with honor that you would offer it.” Nova felt all at once every bit of responsibility she had just accepted. It was a weight on her shoulders now, though not an unwelcome one. It was her opportunity to amend for past weaknesses, and she would do her best to fulfill this enormous role she herself had sought. That weight was a good reminder of the importance of her decisions now. Should she put trust in the wrong person she could be responsible for disasters reminiscent of past events. Those who sought to hurt her would wish the same for her people. Ideologies that sought to not let the village of Sunagakure maintain it's independence were a worry now too, things of which Nova would stand strong against and defend all she could from those who wished them ill. While these heavy thoughts would find her, Izumi would turn and scurry off in a manner much unlike herself. Even a self-defeating comment would accompany what seemed to be a very disgraced retreat from her partner. Turning to see where she would need to follow Izumi to later, Nova would turn back to Myrddin once more and step closer, offering her hand for him to take and she would have him rise to his feet. Holding one hand in both of hers she would smile meaninfully, “Sunagakure will be a safe place once more, hopefully even more so.” Letting go an taking a step back with her limping gait, she would speak once more before turning away, “For now we must spread the word. Here I will build the skeleton of a village, when people arrive I will provide supplies for them to turn these buildings into true homes. I would like to speak with you again... though I seem to have another matter to attend to for the moment. We shall make arrangements for that?”

With that Nova would turn on her heel clumsily and walk off in the direction Izumi had sprinted in before, her limping gait and thunk of wood on stone marking her travel. Izumi had not gone far, but had perched herself in a wide-lipped windowsill on a building facing the opposite direction. Nova knew there was no hope of her sneaking behind Izumi as a suprise, but when she finally reached the sill herself would put her hand on the woman's shoulder comfortingly. Feeling overwhelmed with emotion for a moment, Nova would lean forward quickly and wrap her arms around Izumi's shoulders and press her face into her hair. Holding her tight for a moment, Nova would mumble into Izumi's shoulder “It's real now.” Releasing Izumi from the embrace, Nova would straighten up and brush her hair behind her ears, “Come with me Izumi..” Reaching out for her to grab her hand she would pull her to the edge of the staircase, a yet unrailed one. Free hand making a number of quick gestures, Nova and Izumi stood in the center of  a thick cloud of smoke that would ooze from within Nova's peculiar prosthetic. It would wrap around them for a moment, before filling an enormous area before them. As quickly as it had formed, it would disparate. Now instead of open space however, that metal machination of her mind would fill the void. Though they were several meters above the ground on the staircase which they stood upon, they would be about eye level with the avian construct. Faceted orbs of onyx held the place of eyes, nearly glittering as if they were sentient. Its wing would extend towards them, and align itself with the level of the stairs. Carefully, Nova would walk onto the extended appendage, stepping between the edged of massive steel feathers and leading Izumi to do the same.

It would take a moment of stepping gingerly through the jungle of metal plumage before they would make their way onto the chassis of the construct. A twitch of her finger would nudge the puppet to her bidding, and where the hollow of one's shoulders would be the down would twist itself away and reveal a nook with the obvious purpose of being sat within.  Only when they were close enough to look down within it, it would be obvious that it were a rather luxurious travel accommodations. Letting Izumi slide down first, Nova would slide down and onto Izumi's lap. The whole beast would begin to shake as the massive joints would begin their work. Wings each ten meters in length would send strong gusts of wind as they would try to push itself into the air. It was truly a spectacular sight, a several ton metal being forcing itself to be aloft. Wings pumping with strength enough to keep them in the air, and then they would turn slightly in their sockets and prepare for normal flight. It would take every centimeter of the immense wingspan to keep it in the air as intended. From within that cove on the back of the puppet, Nova was able to both operate and navigate, all the while in the comfort of Izumi's arms. Now in the air, those gargantuan feathers would tilt in the sun, illuminating the entire puppet in a golden halo. Wings of mythic proportions encircled in nearly blinding light would be visible for thousands of kilometers as the symbol she had spoke of to so many would show itself to the land of wind. Now, it would be seen if her dreams would come to fruition.

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15From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Fri Jun 21, 2019 6:29 pm




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16From Nothing [Open] Empty Re: From Nothing [Open] on Sat Jun 22, 2019 3:38 am

Myrddin

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“And I will ensure you have shelter, food, and drink whenever you need it, and I would ask you to do nothing that I myself would not be willing to do. I gratefully accept your offer and accept with honor that you would offer it.”

Myrddin would slowly raise his head at the Kazekage's words to see her bowing, something that was unexpected to say the least however it seemed to give more meaning to her words. Most leaders would not so much bow even their head to a subject, however seeing the woman bow to him made the male believe that she was true to her words unlike other leaders. Izumi would say something that made the male believe he had said or did something to offend her before she ran off, it wasn't until Nova offered the male her hand that Myrddin realized that he was still knelt down. Rising to his feet as Nova took his left hand in both of hers, she spoke of making Sunagakure safe once more before stepping back. "For now we must spread the word. Here I will build the skeleton of a village, when people arrive I will provide supplies for them to turn these buildings into true homes. I would like to speak with you again... though I seem to have another matter to attend to for the moment. We shall make arrangements for that?”

"As you will my Kazekage. I shall return to the estate to speak with my sister, and begin preparations I shall return once everything is ready." With those words the blonde male would grab Devorakos from the sand spinning it once again before placing it upon his back, held by chakra it stayed where he placed it upon his back. The male would then turn to take his leave as he ascended into the air he would turn back to Nova, "I shall not fail you, Lady Kazekage." And then just as he had arrived he would leave upon the wind, leaving no trail or indication that would allow him to be followed as he made his way back towards the Kozai Estate. His journey would not take him long, however as he walked upon the air his thoughts of the rebuilding of the village hidden in the sand and of the future lead by Nova brought joy to his heart.

As the male drew closer to the estate a shadow cast itself across the sand as fare as the male could see, looking up towards the sun the male saw the glowing outline of a massive bird the likes of which the male had never seen. At first the male thought it to be something of dread, however the more he stared upon it the more he felt a feeling of hope. Perhaps it was as he told the Kazekage, like a pheonix rising from it's ashes Sunagakure would rise again. The shadow of the bird still blanketed the land of wind when Myrddin arrived at the gate to the estate. Myrddin could already hear the murmuring of those within the estate walls as the gate began to open, as he stepped through the gate the other Kozai had gathered around the center courtyard almost like they had been there since he had left. Aurora stood in the center of the crowd looking up at the sun eclipsing bird that covered the land with it's shadow, a smile formed on the blonde's face to see Kensi standing right next to her. When she looked down and saw Myrddin approaching she would run down the gentle slope of the walk way to him, "brother, what does this mean? Is it the end like Azulon said was coming?" Myrddin would smile widely at his younger sister, though she was wise she still did not yet know all of their uncle's traitorous actions nor that he had lied too all of the Kozai from the very beginning. "No it is not the end Aurora, it means that we have a lot that we need to talk about. But not here, for now we need to ensure everyone that everything is going to be ok, once we get to the manor we will discuss everything that has happened." Myrddin said as he brushed a lock of his sister's hair from her face with a smile before looking to Kensi, "Tell everyone that everything will be ok, Sunagakure is returning. I must speak with my sister about everything that has transpired," without a word Kensi would nod and leave the two as he went to corral the crowd with the other guards. Aurora would look at her brother with a look of shock on her face, "is that true Raphael, Sunagakure is back?" Myrddin would chuckle slightly, "well now sister that is what we must discuss." With that he would wrap an arm around her back as the two of them began walking towards the manor and he began telling her all that had happened since he had left, of him finding the new Kazekage and her Paramour rebuilding the village not far from their home, of the possibility that the village could even stretch to where they were, of the plans the new Kazekage, and finally what her part in all of this would be if she chose to lead the Kozai down this path.



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