Fragments of Memory

[Blizzàrd1]

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Fragments of Memory • Lord of Kaos (Pseudo training)​

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Current Condition:

• Akuma, the demon had lost parts of his memories. With the lost memories, the essence of his power was effected too. Now the demon is just another ninja with no ability to protect or kill. Even with his widely known reputation of a killing machine, he is nothing more than a fresh mind ready to be molded. Will he regain his powers? Or there is a new destiny ahead of him?

Location(s):

• Rairen is on a mission near Amegakure.
• Akuma is unconscious not far from Rairen.

Method:

• TP; Themed Past (Plot): When students and teachers start with a background story, and blends into training. They usually end up asking sensei or forcing him/her to teach them. It may be due to some impressive thing they do, to relate it more to the actual anime, just like Killer Bee first rejected Naruto to teach him how to control Nine-tails but then ends up training him because he impressed Bee with his actions.

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Rairen Uchiha, had left Iwagakure 7 days ago on some mundane mission. To him it was a warmup for the main course. He was being tested by the higher-ups in 'trust' and the demon was well aware of that. He had just recently entered the outskirts of Amegakure but the wetness of the rain was felt from the other side of water that surrounded the village. The strong metallic scent of sea mixed with a unique fragrance of mud enveloped the area in it's charisma.

Rairen had always loved rain, every droplet to him was like a memory slipping away from your sight but still remained long enough to make you notice it. Every touch on the skin was the feeling one experienced in that memory. It was different from every other weather, it made him feel satisfied. Looking at the mighty sky crying, a devil like him still had a reason to live and bear the hurt. His plan for the day was to contain that hurt and create a new memory, but will it be worth if it was just another droplet? Do all things go as you plan?

 

[Lord of Kaos]

he cloaked figure trotted through the rain, limping. The wound to his left leg was patched up but that didn't stop the intense shooting pain which each step. Grimacing, he moved onwards. It had been a while since that fight with Minato happened..he had lost his ability to mold his chakra properly and it started to take its toll on him...he couldn't even remember what happened right..he frowned his face up and tried to remember the details of that fateful night..he challenged Minato to a fight and then..something about a seal that he still didn't know much about it...

The more he limped on, the more his body ached. He had been lucky to make it out which his life intact to be honest, though he'd never admit. He spat at the idea of getting help from someone.. Hell, he had even turned down the aide of that med nin who witnessed the fight..So what if his shoulder held an arrow sticking from it and his leg broken just below the knee? He had survived worst bouts than this. He sneered, one day that FTG would be his..

In his lust for revenge, the cloaked man hasn't even begun to notice his strength waning as he walked forward, just feeling pain. He paused, breathing heavily. He looked to the sky, watching the rain as it fell. The cold rain stinging his every wound as he dropped to his knees, consciousness fading away. Just as the rain was doing, he had fallen.

 

[Blizzàrd1]

he cloaked figure trotted through the rain, limping. The wound to his left leg was patched up but that didn't stop the intense shooting pain which each step. Grimacing, he moved onwards. It had been a while since that fight with Minato happened..he had lost his ability to mold his chakra properly and it started to take its toll on him...he couldn't even remember what happened right..he frowned his face up and tried to remember the details of that fateful night..he challenged Minato to a fight and then..something about a seal that he still didn't know much about it...

The more he limped on, the more his body ached. He had been lucky to make it out which his life intact to be honest, though he'd never admit. He spat at the idea of getting help from someone.. Hell, he had even turned down the aide of that med nin who witnessed the fight..So what if his shoulder held an arrow sticking from it and his leg broken just below the knee? He had survived worst bouts than this. He sneered, one day that FTG would be his..

In his lust for revenge, the cloaked man hasn't even begun to notice his strength waning as he walked forward, just feeling pain. He paused, breathing heavily. He looked to the sky, watching the rain as it fell. The cold rain stinging his every wound as he dropped to his knees, consciousness fading away. Just as the rain was doing, he had fallen.

Narrator: One mild footstep and the other very joyful was heard splashing the water of the rain on the ground. The two figures were seen from a distance, one was a female shadow, and the other seemed like a kid. As they noticed someone falling on the ground causing a splash to rise making enough sound to counter the rhythm of rain. The kid pointed a finger at the shadow with one hand and the other holding his mom's gown, "Look mom.. mom." he said leaving the gown and now running towards the individual that lied on the ground. "Wait Aki! Don't run!" she worriedly addressed the running child. Catching up with him she too noticed the wounded figure, his clothes torn apart, wounds open, he seemed only to retain some of his consciousness.

Kid ran back, calling his older brother, who tagged along with a cart. They moved the body on it and led their way into a small dry cottage nearby. (Akuma's new location).

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With this amount of rain, Rairen could never find the object he was in search of. He decided to take a different course through the small town in the land. The market was still open, trade was going on at it's peak. Maybe these people had learned to live in the rain, live into losing their memories every passing second that they don't even realize it anymore. Now the urge to stay away from rain took over his mind, he didn't wanted this feeling to become something regular. He wanted to preserve the essence of it. Grabbing one of the rug, he wrapped himself running through the town seeking shelter. As soon as the busy part of the town ended, he noticed a cottage some distance away, the chimney was releasing smoke, the warmth of that could be felt from just the sight. Rairen decided to see if a demon was allowed in a place like that?