Basic Information
Name: Tatsumi
Nickname: The Transparent Swordsman, Bumpkin.
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Clan: N/A (Samurai)
Looks: A man of normality. Tatsumi is of a rather average height, being 5'10". His golden brown hair is of a medium length, with thick yet plentiful bangs. His attire usually consists of a rather mundane sweater with a high collared white jacket that contrasts with his stark black trousers and combat boots.
Personality: Tatsumi as a child was rather sullen. Within him manifested a deep rooted resentment to his insouciant father. His life was an endless disdainful repetitive routine, a routine that slowly chipped away at Tatsumi's very soul. Yet should he part with the routine, Tatsumi felt that his life would shatter, crumble and completely dissipate from existence, leaving naught of a trace. Tatsumi was completely dependent on his constrained existence, while the restraints gradually dug into his flesh, threatening to wrench him in two at the hour of reckoning, whenever that may be.
Although, as with all dark clouds; Tatsumi's life soon regained its silver lining. His interactions with those who were both joyful and genuinely interested in Tatsumi made him a kindhearted, generous, level headed, slightly arrogant yet equally enthusiastic teen. No longer was he alone, no longer was he dependent on a single routine for his life to feel meaningful. No longer was he isolated by the apathy of those around him. However as all things do, this joyous time full of peace and serenity eventually came to a brutal end...
A series of unfortunate events sent Tatsumi spiraling into the depths of despair, leaving him lost in an endless swathe of abnormality, cruelty; corruption; naivety; suffering and pain. The only thing that exceeded his bewilderment at the harsh reality that surrounded him, was his own feeling of helplessness that drowned him in a ocean of inadequacy. His revelation to his own shortcomings shackled him to a seemingly inexorable world of adversity. Preventing any kind of positive growth. It's at this moment that Tatsumi began to change. While he still maintained a rather kind persona, Tatsumi developed a cold and ruthless streak. During the danger that Tatsumi experienced, a certain sensation unlocked within him. When he found himself in a time of physical crises, a certain euphoria came over Tatsumi. The feeling of living on the edge of life and death; having one foot in and one foot out of the grave created a certain thrill for Tatsumi. An intoxicating pleasure of gambling with death made him truly feel alive. This sensation soon became Tatsumi's drug, while those around Tatsumi rarely realised it, this enjoyment stimulated Tatsumi to a great degree to the extent of it almost being sexual. Adversity became proof of his existence. The fear made him feel alive; became his addiction; his Ecstasy.
Village of Birth: Land of Iron
Village of Alliance: N/A
Rank//Chakra Info:
Ninja Rank: Gennin
Specialty: N/A
Elements: N/A
Your Ninjutsu:
Taijutsu - needs training
Kenjutsu - needs training
History:
Chapter One
On a nebulous day within the depths of the land of Iron, a great event occurred, a irreproducible miracle; the miracle of life. A small feeble child was born. The child was heralded by his mothers flushed honeyed breath as she panted his name. 'Tatsumi'. The ending of his name almost lost in translation as her body slumped to the floor from exhaustion, landing with a heavy thud. Her eyes closed. Her legs quivered. The undulation of her chest grew ever so slow, ever so shallow. The child was pried from her arms. Washed and bathed. A crimson liquid created as the blood flowed from its rosy skin. Yet a far more ominous, far more crimson, and a great deal thicker liquid was present within the room. The condemning viscous liquid flowed gently. However the liquids intentions was not gentle, it could not be placated, the frenzied hands did naught, they created no hindrance. The child cried. It wailed. Perhaps it knew, by some surreal faculty, that this would be the last time that his mother would ever be present with him. Or perhaps it was simply by some instinctual sense, that it knew, that this would be the first of much mourning. Or perhaps it was oblivious, completely and utterly oblivious to the situation, that it was only the apprehensive air within the room that warped its cry sound ever so sad. Ever so sad…
He’s evil, an accursed child. He killed her...he killed her. Why? Why her? Why not him. What kind of monster is he? He’s my son, but I cannot love him. For he killed her…her…my beloved.
Why does my father hate me? What did I do. Why doesn’t he hold me, love me, teach me, care for me. Why am I alone? Perhaps he doesn’t hate me, perhaps it’s simply apathy. But isn’t that even worse? Why does he shower me with hostility? What am I to him? Do I resent him. Maybe I do hate him. All I know, is that I am sad.
Two souls laden with fear and resentment towards each other. But for the time being they would be proof of each others existence. Proof that they were alive. Proof of their capacity to be human. Those two were isolated, alone. Alone in a vast estate. Solace for their oppressive isolation provided only by the ever fleeting servants, and each other. Perhaps both of them had lost the capability to be happy, at least for no more than a few moments. A few moments that were too far and too few to placate their isolation. Their isolation with and within each other. So the days passed, each day seemingly more extensive than the last.
Tatsumi was content with life when he lived with Ieyasu, Sayo and the old man, who was referred to simply as ‘Elder’. Sayo was kind, knowledgeable, intuitive, cheerful and quick tempered. While Ieyasu was a cheerful trouble maker. Both of whom served as two dazzling beacons within Tatsumi’s life. Slowly but surely, Tatsumi’s shriveled mottled heart began to regain its vibrancy. He became kind hearted, effervescent, optimistic and friendly. He often sparred with Ieyasu whose weapon of choice was an Axe. While he admired and adored Sayo’s marksmanship skills. Tatsumi played with these two, as a child should. Each of the children and the Elder gained a special place in Tatsumi’s heart, particularly Sayo. The three lived on the outer parts of the Land of Water, and were effectively country folk. While bandits and thieves often posed a threat, due to the three’s ever growing combat skills, they were capable of protecting themselves and their place in life. While the Elder happened to be particularly efficient in the art Ninjutsu, defeating those who truly posed a threat to the children.
It was Sayo who helped to free Tatsumi from some of his resentment towards his father. It was a clouded morning, a thin mist hung low over the ground. Tatsumi was doing his practice swings, swings that had forever been engrained into his body. It was Sayo who spoke, Sayo who questioned his facial expression as he swung his sword.
"Hey, Tatsumi. Why do you always look so sad when you swing your sword"
"That's because this sword reminds me of my father, I resented my father. He didn't love me, he loved the sword. The only time he paid attention to me was when I held the sword he loved."
Sayo listened, and Sayo spoke.
"Hah, that kinda explains it. You always seem to lose your sword, and when you do, you search for it endlessly. Why? Why don't you just get rid of it?"
"When I lose it, I feel empty. A void opens up within me. I don't feel sad, but I don't feel happy either. I can't be without it, yet I don't necessarily like it. If I got rid of it, it'd be even worse."
Sayo laughed. "Hahaha, you idiot. That's what you call 'Mine' right?"
She smiled, a smile that penetrated into the depths of Tatsumi's very being. He felt warm.
On one fine summer's day when Tatsumi was fifteen. Tatsumi, Ieyasu and Sayo ventured forth from the outskirts of the Land of Water, and traveled to Kirigakure. They had all been on this journey once before, when Sayo and Ieyasu went to take their Gennin exams. However this time, the three would go on this journey alone, without the accompaniment of the Elder. This time they were going for themselves, to continue on their journey in life, to further their skills. During the journey, the three ran into trouble. A group of proficient and skilled bandits attacked them. Sayo abruptly released two chakra infused arrows that buried themselves in the foreheads of two bandits. The arrows whizzing through the air like a minute tornado, leaving streaks of red that dazzled from its flamboyant fletched scarlet feathers. Ieyasu and Tatsumi fought the bandits that managed to get into close quarters. Ieyasu twirling his axe like a hurricane, dealing quick and decisive blows to the opponent. Sayo continued to release her shower of arrows, granting the two frontliners support from the back. However the bandits that soon decided to flee unleashed a wide scaled earthen technique that sent Tatsumi hurtling down towards the bottom of the gorge. Tatsumi managed to emerge unscathed, but became separated from Ieyasu and Sayo. The two parties decided to meet up at Kirigakure, as from the rather limited view of the surrounding landscape, it was evident that there was little possibility in the hope of Tatsumi somehow rejoining with the others on the way there.
Tatsumi eventually arrived in Kirigakure, exasperated by the bodaciously thriving town. The myriad of lights, restaurants and shops was dream like and hypnotic for Tatsumi. Tantalizing smells of fine cuisine drifted throughout the air. Attracting Tatsumi to a particularly well ornamented ramen shop. Tatsumi’s mouth watered as he poured the hot soup, noodles and meat into his mouth in huge bundles. As he did so, a young rather animalistic looking lady entered and sat besides him. Despite having a slightly feral appearance, the lady was what one might call desirable. Sporting a pleasantly large and well shaped bust, locks of golden brown hair coupled with a short banged fringe, with two longer bangs that framed the sides of her head. Her face was smooth, both in shape and texture. She wore a fitted shoulderless top that covered her torso, combined with a bright yellow muffler and baggy pants. However Tatsumi was unaware of her presence, until she ruptured him from his paradisiac food indulgence with her silky voice. “Hey, kiddo. Treat this Onee-san to a bowl of ramen and some sake will ya’?”
The puzzled Tatsumi at first was intent on saying no, however upon seeing the woman’s brazen gleaming smile, he simply cocked his head slightly to the side, releasing a large smile in reply as he exclaimed his answer. “Sure”
The two talked for awhile, and the woman, who went by the name of Leone, soon asked why Tatsumi came to the capital. He told her that he came so as to find work, while he couldn’t be a ninja, his physical capabilities were quite good. He boasted that he should at least get work equivalent to that of a S-Jounin. Upon hearing this, Leone told Tatsumi that she knew some higher ups, who she could talk to and put in a good word for Tatsumi. Although, she told Tatsumi that she would require money to do so. Tatsumi in his naivety handed over all of his money to Leone, who then promptly left. He waited within the restaurant for hours on end, only for the owner to explain to him that he had been swindled. Tatsumi had made a fatal mistake, he had left his pouch of money on the table, in clear view. A bag that bulged as the coins pressed out into its sides. Making its contents rather blatant. He had been targeted with the intent of thievery from the start.
Slumped against the outside walls of a shop, the rain gently drizzling, dampening the boys hair. People scurried about, getting on with their business with all haste, so as to get home at a suitable hour. Tatsumi was far from home, he had no money, no food and no place to stay. At this point things could only get better, and that they did. A decorated carriage pulled up in front of Tatsumi, and from within the carriage a small arm extended out. A gentle beckoning hand. The hand of a young girl…
Chapter Three
The walls that were slathered in a fine and smooth coating of paint of royal colours towered high above Tatsumi’s head. The skirting boards were embroidered with gold, and the ceilings accentuated with large sparkling chandeliers. The mansions decor was magnificent, impeccable, astonishing. Tatsumi’s spirits were soaring high, for he had been offered to stay within the mansion. Of course he would have to work for his keep, but nonetheless the opportunity to stay and dine within a place that was nothing short of a palace was truly amazing.
Tatsumi had dined with his savior, who went by the name of Aria, and her parents who were for lack of a better word simply splendid. He had then gone to his room, his own room, a gargantuan room. He had fallen back onto his bed as he began to seek a place of dreams. However before he could drift off, he was sent into full alert as he heard the roar of the guards. The unmistakable sound of clashing steel filled the air. Tatsumi jolted upright and proceeded to swiftly exit from his room, traversing the route from which he came. Entering into the main dining hall in an attempt to exit the house from the french doors. However, upon entering the dining hall, Tatsumi came across a horrific site. Both of Aria’s parents had been beheaded, their blood splattered against the white table robes and the royal blue walls.
That’s when it happened. His opponent had misjudged, that or he was too slow, or perhaps too fast. Tatsumi had seen the opening, and roared as he prepared to cleave through the armour covering the man’s torso…Black darted across Tatsumi’s vision. Dark black showered with yellow and red. Tatsumi was sent flying, left dazed. He clumsily rose to his feet, turning to face the assailant that had blindsided him. The assailant was Leone.
For a moment Tatsumi’s brain went blank. He didn’t know if it was from the force of the attack, or from shock and disbelief. When Tatsumi had finally recovered from his relapse, he began to survey the room. Where the guards once were was simply a sea of blood. Only a few guards remained, and within a heartbeat those too were felled. Felled by the now clearly visible valkyrie. It seemed as if she had simply walked past the guards, however the blood spray that soon followed was a testament to the girls lightning attacks. Despite the crimson that surrounded her, she was completely spotless. For a brief moment Tatsumi couldn’t help but think that their death was truly beautiful.
Tatsumi then turned to face his previous combatant, and Leone who held Aria by the scruff with her right hand. Both of whom had been watching Tatsumi intently.
“Hey kid, why are you taking this girls side”
Leone’s silky voice soothed the turmoil within Tatsumi’s mind, making Tatsumi’s reply surprisingly calm.
“Isn’t it obvious, she took me up from some kirigakure gutter, took me in, gave me a home, helped me. While all you did was take from me. Yet you question my motives. Who are you to do so?”…
A sharp laugh cut through Tatsumi’s sentence.
“Ahhhh. Kid, you’re such an idiot. A stupid fool. Haven’t you noticed it yet? For a while now your bodies gotten progressively weaker. You feel like you might black out at any second. They drugged you. These guys didn’t help you, to them you’re nothing more than game. Look, I’ll prove it to you right now. Braht.”
As Leone finished her sentence, the armoured man next to her overturned the dining hall table. He proceeded to slice through the floor, carving through stone and wood into the ground beneath. A bright apprehensive light shone from below the ground. Tatsumi walked forth, peered over and into the hole. Within the hole was a horrendous site. Numerous bloodied torture apparatus, the foul stench of rot, and the defaced and disemboweled bodies of what were once humans. However within the hole were two faces that stood out from the rest. Two faces that were forever burned and engraved into Tatsumi's mind. Ieyasu and Sayo. Both bloodied, torn and carved beyond belief. Tatsumi wanted to grieve, he wanted to mourn, he wanted to scream, shout and rage. But his fatigued mind wouldn’t let him. It couldn’t let him. He could only mutter one word.
“Why…”
It was Leone who replied.
“Hey, little girl. Why don’t you tell him why. You owe him that much don’t you?”
A coarse crazed laugh emanated from Aria, contrasting dramatically with Leone’s calm honeyed voice.
“Why? Shutup. SHUTUP. I owe him that much? Hahaha, you make me laugh. I don’t owe you shit. I can do what I want. I’m big, you’re small. I’m great, you’re crap. I have power you don’t. I’m rich, you’re some penniless country trash. If I want to kill you so freakin’ what? Do you bat an eye when you kill a rat? You’re vermin, trash. You should be rejoicing in the fact that I grace your body with such generous and careful torture. It’s far more than a rat would get…right? I’ve elevated you trash beyond your actual worth. Yet you prats won’t even give me my joy. I saw your face when you looked into the hole just now. That wasn’t just horror, you knew someone in there didn’t you? I bet it was that country girl, she smelt just like you. Like utter crap. The little wretch wouldn’t even scream, how am I supposed to get off when they don’t make any bloody noise! So, I let my dogs have their way with her, she truly was…”
Blood splattered from Aria’s chest as Tatsumi blazed forth, wrenching her in two with the last of his remaining strength. He didn’t feel anything, he didn’t even breathe. His mind was blank, his action was on reflex. He was devoid of emotion, he couldn’t handle emotion. He collapsed. He guessed that sooner or later he would succumb to death. Yet a single voice once again ruptured into his mind.
“Hey kid. Tatsumi. Come with us. If you want power, we’ll give you power. If you want a new hope, we’ll give you that. I’ll grant you your wish, so come with me. This Onee-san will help you on your way, ‘kay? You’ve got skills, so just come with us, accept my hand and I’ll take you with me. I won’t lie, it’ll hurt like hell, you might even go insane, but you’ll be forging your own path in life. Carve your way into history Tatsumi. Accept my hand.”
As his vision faded, Tatsumi reached out, touching Leone’s hand. Touching his way into a new world. A new journey…
Equipment: Tatsumi carries an assortment of weapons. He carries a broad shortsword on his back. On his left hip is a katana with a stark black blade and hilt, highlighted with a golden Tsuba while the hilt is embroidered with golden decorations. On his right hip rests a well crafted a Wakizashi . He also often carries a tantō that is strapped his right shoulder. Tatsumi also wears two black and gold bladed arm guards that rest around his wrist and forearm. He also carries a standard utility pouch on his right side. He is sometimes also seen carrying a bow and arrow quiver.
Won:N/A
Lost:N/A
Name: Tatsumi Nickname: The Transparent Swordsman, Bumpkin. Gender: Male Age: 16 Clan: N/A (Samurai) Looks: A man of normality. Tatsumi is of a rather average height, being 5'10". His golden brown hair is of a medium length, with thick yet plentiful bangs. His attire usually consists of a rather mundane sweater with a high collared white jacket that contrasts with his stark black trousers and combat boots. Personality: Tatsumi as a child was rather sullen. Within him manifested a deep rooted resentment to his insouciant father. His life was an endless disdainful repetitive routine, a routine that slowly chipped away at Tatsumi's very soul. Yet should he part with the routine, Tatsumi felt that his life would shatter, crumble and completely dissipate from existence, leaving naught of a trace. Tatsumi was completely dependent on his constrained existence, while the restraints gradually dug into his flesh, threatening to wrench him in two at the hour of reckoning, whenever that may be. Although, as with all dark clouds; Tatsumi's life soon regained its silver lining. His interactions with those who were both joyful and genuinely interested in Tatsumi made him a kindhearted, generous, level headed, slightly arrogant yet equally enthusiastic teen. No longer was he alone, no longer was he dependent on a single routine for his life to feel meaningful. No longer was he isolated by the apathy of those around him. However as all things do, this joyous time full of peace and serenity eventually came to a brutal end...
A series of unfortunate events sent Tatsumi spiraling into the depths of despair, leaving him lost in an endless swathe of abnormality, cruelty; corruption; naivety; suffering and pain. The only thing that exceeded his bewilderment at the harsh reality that surrounded him, was his own feeling of helplessness that drowned him in a ocean of inadequacy. His revelation to his own shortcomings shackled him to a seemingly inexorable world of adversity. Preventing any kind of positive growth. It's at this moment that Tatsumi began to change. While he still maintained a rather kind persona, Tatsumi developed a cold and ruthless streak. During the danger that Tatsumi experienced, a certain sensation unlocked within him. When he found himself in a time of physical crises, a certain euphoria came over Tatsumi. The feeling of living on the edge of life and death; having one foot in and one foot out of the grave created a certain thrill for Tatsumi. An intoxicating pleasure of gambling with death made him truly feel alive. This sensation soon became Tatsumi's drug, while those around Tatsumi rarely realised it, this enjoyment stimulated Tatsumi to a great degree to the extent of it almost being sexual. Adversity became proof of his existence. The fear made him feel alive; became his addiction; his Ecstasy.
Village Info
Village of Birth: Land of Iron Village of Alliance: N/A Rank//Chakra Info: Ninja Rank: Gennin Specialty: N/A Elements: N/A Your Ninjutsu:Taijutsu - needs training
Kenjutsu - needs training
Background Info
History:Chapter One
On a nebulous day within the depths of the land of Iron, a great event occurred, a irreproducible miracle; the miracle of life. A small feeble child was born. The child was heralded by his mothers flushed honeyed breath as she panted his name. 'Tatsumi'. The ending of his name almost lost in translation as her body slumped to the floor from exhaustion, landing with a heavy thud. Her eyes closed. Her legs quivered. The undulation of her chest grew ever so slow, ever so shallow. The child was pried from her arms. Washed and bathed. A crimson liquid created as the blood flowed from its rosy skin. Yet a far more ominous, far more crimson, and a great deal thicker liquid was present within the room. The condemning viscous liquid flowed gently. However the liquids intentions was not gentle, it could not be placated, the frenzied hands did naught, they created no hindrance. The child cried. It wailed. Perhaps it knew, by some surreal faculty, that this would be the last time that his mother would ever be present with him. Or perhaps it was simply by some instinctual sense, that it knew, that this would be the first of much mourning. Or perhaps it was oblivious, completely and utterly oblivious to the situation, that it was only the apprehensive air within the room that warped its cry sound ever so sad. Ever so sad…
He’s evil, an accursed child. He killed her...he killed her. Why? Why her? Why not him. What kind of monster is he? He’s my son, but I cannot love him. For he killed her…her…my beloved.
Why does my father hate me? What did I do. Why doesn’t he hold me, love me, teach me, care for me. Why am I alone? Perhaps he doesn’t hate me, perhaps it’s simply apathy. But isn’t that even worse? Why does he shower me with hostility? What am I to him? Do I resent him. Maybe I do hate him. All I know, is that I am sad.
Two souls laden with fear and resentment towards each other. But for the time being they would be proof of each others existence. Proof that they were alive. Proof of their capacity to be human. Those two were isolated, alone. Alone in a vast estate. Solace for their oppressive isolation provided only by the ever fleeting servants, and each other. Perhaps both of them had lost the capability to be happy, at least for no more than a few moments. A few moments that were too far and too few to placate their isolation. Their isolation with and within each other. So the days passed, each day seemingly more extensive than the last.
Eight hundred. Eight Hundred and One. Eight Hundred and two. The bokken tore through the air, creating a crisp and clear swishing noise as it did so. This was a part of the cycle, the never ending cycle. Sword practice, Tatsumi was required to do it everyday. His father; a samurai, occasionally found brief happiness in teaching Tatsumi the basics of Kenjutsu. Tatsumi was heavily disciplined in the way of the sword and in basic fighting principles. By the age of five he had already developed calluses on the inside joints of his fingers from excessive sword use. By the age of six his knuckles and legs were conditioned to an implausible amount. At the age of eight, Tatsumi was tossed into the woods, far from civilisation, and forced to fend for himself for an entire month. It was then that his sword had first drawn blood. Now, at the age of ten, Tatsumi was sick of it. He resented his father, the father that forced Tatsumi to practice not for himself, but for him. The only time his father showed the slightest sign of content was when Tatsumi practiced the sword. Tatsumi had to earn his fathers moments of slight kindness and happiness by repeatedly swinging his sword. While others played, he swung his sword. While others laughed, he dismally swung his sword. While others smiled, he frowned, as he dismally swung his sword. Resentment towards the sword and his father blossomed within Tatsumi’s heart like a dark dreadful flower. However Tatsumi’s life soon changed. Changed into what could’ve easily been a tragedy. He only just managed to avoid utter despair and damnation. For Tatsumi’s father had lost his leg, his right leg, in a assigned mission. His father grew even more bitter, and his disdain towards Tatsumi grew. A large group of wandering merchants from Kirigakure passed through town. Tatsumi’s father decided to get rid of Tatsumi. He sold Tatsumi. He sold him. Tatsumi’s father was fairly rich, money didn’t matter to him, so he sold him exceptionally cheap. One might even wonder whether he considered paying the man to take Tatsumi.
Surely there was trash that had been brought for a higher price. Surely. However, as if grace has glided down on angels wings in the form of a rather old, yet spirited man; Tatsumi was saved. Saved as this man brought him for an even higher price. Brought him out of generosity, out of kindness. This man was the adoptee of two orphans, a girl by the name of Sayo, and a boy by the name of Ieyasu. Both of which were around Tatsumi’s age. In what should have been Tatsumi’s darkest and grimmest hour, a ray of golden sunshine pierced through, guiding him towards a path of happiness…Chapter Two
Tatsumi was content with life when he lived with Ieyasu, Sayo and the old man, who was referred to simply as ‘Elder’. Sayo was kind, knowledgeable, intuitive, cheerful and quick tempered. While Ieyasu was a cheerful trouble maker. Both of whom served as two dazzling beacons within Tatsumi’s life. Slowly but surely, Tatsumi’s shriveled mottled heart began to regain its vibrancy. He became kind hearted, effervescent, optimistic and friendly. He often sparred with Ieyasu whose weapon of choice was an Axe. While he admired and adored Sayo’s marksmanship skills. Tatsumi played with these two, as a child should. Each of the children and the Elder gained a special place in Tatsumi’s heart, particularly Sayo. The three lived on the outer parts of the Land of Water, and were effectively country folk. While bandits and thieves often posed a threat, due to the three’s ever growing combat skills, they were capable of protecting themselves and their place in life. While the Elder happened to be particularly efficient in the art Ninjutsu, defeating those who truly posed a threat to the children.
It was Sayo who helped to free Tatsumi from some of his resentment towards his father. It was a clouded morning, a thin mist hung low over the ground. Tatsumi was doing his practice swings, swings that had forever been engrained into his body. It was Sayo who spoke, Sayo who questioned his facial expression as he swung his sword.
"Hey, Tatsumi. Why do you always look so sad when you swing your sword"
"That's because this sword reminds me of my father, I resented my father. He didn't love me, he loved the sword. The only time he paid attention to me was when I held the sword he loved."
Sayo listened, and Sayo spoke.
"Hah, that kinda explains it. You always seem to lose your sword, and when you do, you search for it endlessly. Why? Why don't you just get rid of it?"
"When I lose it, I feel empty. A void opens up within me. I don't feel sad, but I don't feel happy either. I can't be without it, yet I don't necessarily like it. If I got rid of it, it'd be even worse."
Sayo laughed. "Hahaha, you idiot. That's what you call 'Mine' right?"
She smiled, a smile that penetrated into the depths of Tatsumi's very being. He felt warm.
On one fine summer's day when Tatsumi was fifteen. Tatsumi, Ieyasu and Sayo ventured forth from the outskirts of the Land of Water, and traveled to Kirigakure. They had all been on this journey once before, when Sayo and Ieyasu went to take their Gennin exams. However this time, the three would go on this journey alone, without the accompaniment of the Elder. This time they were going for themselves, to continue on their journey in life, to further their skills. During the journey, the three ran into trouble. A group of proficient and skilled bandits attacked them. Sayo abruptly released two chakra infused arrows that buried themselves in the foreheads of two bandits. The arrows whizzing through the air like a minute tornado, leaving streaks of red that dazzled from its flamboyant fletched scarlet feathers. Ieyasu and Tatsumi fought the bandits that managed to get into close quarters. Ieyasu twirling his axe like a hurricane, dealing quick and decisive blows to the opponent. Sayo continued to release her shower of arrows, granting the two frontliners support from the back. However the bandits that soon decided to flee unleashed a wide scaled earthen technique that sent Tatsumi hurtling down towards the bottom of the gorge. Tatsumi managed to emerge unscathed, but became separated from Ieyasu and Sayo. The two parties decided to meet up at Kirigakure, as from the rather limited view of the surrounding landscape, it was evident that there was little possibility in the hope of Tatsumi somehow rejoining with the others on the way there.
Tatsumi eventually arrived in Kirigakure, exasperated by the bodaciously thriving town. The myriad of lights, restaurants and shops was dream like and hypnotic for Tatsumi. Tantalizing smells of fine cuisine drifted throughout the air. Attracting Tatsumi to a particularly well ornamented ramen shop. Tatsumi’s mouth watered as he poured the hot soup, noodles and meat into his mouth in huge bundles. As he did so, a young rather animalistic looking lady entered and sat besides him. Despite having a slightly feral appearance, the lady was what one might call desirable. Sporting a pleasantly large and well shaped bust, locks of golden brown hair coupled with a short banged fringe, with two longer bangs that framed the sides of her head. Her face was smooth, both in shape and texture. She wore a fitted shoulderless top that covered her torso, combined with a bright yellow muffler and baggy pants. However Tatsumi was unaware of her presence, until she ruptured him from his paradisiac food indulgence with her silky voice. “Hey, kiddo. Treat this Onee-san to a bowl of ramen and some sake will ya’?”The puzzled Tatsumi at first was intent on saying no, however upon seeing the woman’s brazen gleaming smile, he simply cocked his head slightly to the side, releasing a large smile in reply as he exclaimed his answer. “Sure”
The two talked for awhile, and the woman, who went by the name of Leone, soon asked why Tatsumi came to the capital. He told her that he came so as to find work, while he couldn’t be a ninja, his physical capabilities were quite good. He boasted that he should at least get work equivalent to that of a S-Jounin. Upon hearing this, Leone told Tatsumi that she knew some higher ups, who she could talk to and put in a good word for Tatsumi. Although, she told Tatsumi that she would require money to do so. Tatsumi in his naivety handed over all of his money to Leone, who then promptly left. He waited within the restaurant for hours on end, only for the owner to explain to him that he had been swindled. Tatsumi had made a fatal mistake, he had left his pouch of money on the table, in clear view. A bag that bulged as the coins pressed out into its sides. Making its contents rather blatant. He had been targeted with the intent of thievery from the start.
Slumped against the outside walls of a shop, the rain gently drizzling, dampening the boys hair. People scurried about, getting on with their business with all haste, so as to get home at a suitable hour. Tatsumi was far from home, he had no money, no food and no place to stay. At this point things could only get better, and that they did. A decorated carriage pulled up in front of Tatsumi, and from within the carriage a small arm extended out. A gentle beckoning hand. The hand of a young girl…
Chapter Three
The walls that were slathered in a fine and smooth coating of paint of royal colours towered high above Tatsumi’s head. The skirting boards were embroidered with gold, and the ceilings accentuated with large sparkling chandeliers. The mansions decor was magnificent, impeccable, astonishing. Tatsumi’s spirits were soaring high, for he had been offered to stay within the mansion. Of course he would have to work for his keep, but nonetheless the opportunity to stay and dine within a place that was nothing short of a palace was truly amazing.
Tatsumi had dined with his savior, who went by the name of Aria, and her parents who were for lack of a better word simply splendid. He had then gone to his room, his own room, a gargantuan room. He had fallen back onto his bed as he began to seek a place of dreams. However before he could drift off, he was sent into full alert as he heard the roar of the guards. The unmistakable sound of clashing steel filled the air. Tatsumi jolted upright and proceeded to swiftly exit from his room, traversing the route from which he came. Entering into the main dining hall in an attempt to exit the house from the french doors. However, upon entering the dining hall, Tatsumi came across a horrific site. Both of Aria’s parents had been beheaded, their blood splattered against the white table robes and the royal blue walls.
Within the room were a number of entities, firstly there were the guards, who barked and raged at the assaulters. However all of the guards were being occupied by a single entity. An entity too swift, fast and agile for Tatsumi to pinpoint. It slashed, weaved and cleaved through the opposition rather gracefully. A weapon that looked to be a katana massacred the guards. The weapon seemingly having the speed of a watashi, yet the power of a claymore. Within the room there were two more entities. One of them being a tall slender figure, unmistakably that of a woman's, who was holding what appeared to be a gigantic pair of scissors. However this figure lurked in the shadows, and was simply a barely perceivable silhouette. The third entity was a suit of armour wielding a gigantic spear. Its wearer presumably being a man, however due to it being a completely full suit that showed no skin, Tatsumi couldn’t be sure. Aria was positioned in front of this tall looming figure, cowering under its ominous shadow.
Tatsumi let out a hearty cry as he charged towards the armoured man. Lurching forwards as he cleaved down with all of his might. Doing so in an attempt to slash through both the armour, and the man’s right shoulder. Blood pounded through his ears, his mind rattled and bounced as he was overcome with rage, fear, anger. The sword whisked through the air, approaching the man’s shoulder at high speeds. However, it was sent hurtling away as quickly as it came. With a flick of the hilt of his spear the murderer had cleanly and overpoweringly deflected Tatsumi’s blow. But Tatsumi did not falter. He shifted his body, jutting his left leg out from behind him, his body creating an upside down Y shaped, crossed by his arms. He wrenched his sword forwards, swinging diagonally downwards, now aiming for the direct center of the assaulters torso. Once again his attack was deflected. But Tatsumi did not falter. He continued to rain down a symphony of blows onto his opponent, quickly regaining his composure after each failed attempt. He constantly kept the murderer at bay through a myriad of short yet sweet attacks. As overwhelming as his opponent was, Tatsumi began to notice slight holes within his moves. It was clear that the enemy was fatigued. With a possible chance for victory in sight, if only ever so slight, Tatsumi continued to deal his attacks. The only thoughts within his head was to go faster, strike strong. Go faster, strike strong. Go faster…faster.
Tatsumi let out a hearty cry as he charged towards the armoured man. Lurching forwards as he cleaved down with all of his might. Doing so in an attempt to slash through both the armour, and the man’s right shoulder. Blood pounded through his ears, his mind rattled and bounced as he was overcome with rage, fear, anger. The sword whisked through the air, approaching the man’s shoulder at high speeds. However, it was sent hurtling away as quickly as it came. With a flick of the hilt of his spear the murderer had cleanly and overpoweringly deflected Tatsumi’s blow. But Tatsumi did not falter. He shifted his body, jutting his left leg out from behind him, his body creating an upside down Y shaped, crossed by his arms. He wrenched his sword forwards, swinging diagonally downwards, now aiming for the direct center of the assaulters torso. Once again his attack was deflected. But Tatsumi did not falter. He continued to rain down a symphony of blows onto his opponent, quickly regaining his composure after each failed attempt. He constantly kept the murderer at bay through a myriad of short yet sweet attacks. As overwhelming as his opponent was, Tatsumi began to notice slight holes within his moves. It was clear that the enemy was fatigued. With a possible chance for victory in sight, if only ever so slight, Tatsumi continued to deal his attacks. The only thoughts within his head was to go faster, strike strong. Go faster, strike strong. Go faster…faster.
That’s when it happened. His opponent had misjudged, that or he was too slow, or perhaps too fast. Tatsumi had seen the opening, and roared as he prepared to cleave through the armour covering the man’s torso…Black darted across Tatsumi’s vision. Dark black showered with yellow and red. Tatsumi was sent flying, left dazed. He clumsily rose to his feet, turning to face the assailant that had blindsided him. The assailant was Leone.
For a moment Tatsumi’s brain went blank. He didn’t know if it was from the force of the attack, or from shock and disbelief. When Tatsumi had finally recovered from his relapse, he began to survey the room. Where the guards once were was simply a sea of blood. Only a few guards remained, and within a heartbeat those too were felled. Felled by the now clearly visible valkyrie. It seemed as if she had simply walked past the guards, however the blood spray that soon followed was a testament to the girls lightning attacks. Despite the crimson that surrounded her, she was completely spotless. For a brief moment Tatsumi couldn’t help but think that their death was truly beautiful.Tatsumi then turned to face his previous combatant, and Leone who held Aria by the scruff with her right hand. Both of whom had been watching Tatsumi intently.
“Hey kid, why are you taking this girls side”
Leone’s silky voice soothed the turmoil within Tatsumi’s mind, making Tatsumi’s reply surprisingly calm.
“Isn’t it obvious, she took me up from some kirigakure gutter, took me in, gave me a home, helped me. While all you did was take from me. Yet you question my motives. Who are you to do so?”…
A sharp laugh cut through Tatsumi’s sentence.
“Ahhhh. Kid, you’re such an idiot. A stupid fool. Haven’t you noticed it yet? For a while now your bodies gotten progressively weaker. You feel like you might black out at any second. They drugged you. These guys didn’t help you, to them you’re nothing more than game. Look, I’ll prove it to you right now. Braht.”
As Leone finished her sentence, the armoured man next to her overturned the dining hall table. He proceeded to slice through the floor, carving through stone and wood into the ground beneath. A bright apprehensive light shone from below the ground. Tatsumi walked forth, peered over and into the hole. Within the hole was a horrendous site. Numerous bloodied torture apparatus, the foul stench of rot, and the defaced and disemboweled bodies of what were once humans. However within the hole were two faces that stood out from the rest. Two faces that were forever burned and engraved into Tatsumi's mind. Ieyasu and Sayo. Both bloodied, torn and carved beyond belief. Tatsumi wanted to grieve, he wanted to mourn, he wanted to scream, shout and rage. But his fatigued mind wouldn’t let him. It couldn’t let him. He could only mutter one word.
“Why…”
It was Leone who replied.
“Hey, little girl. Why don’t you tell him why. You owe him that much don’t you?”
A coarse crazed laugh emanated from Aria, contrasting dramatically with Leone’s calm honeyed voice.
“Why? Shutup. SHUTUP. I owe him that much? Hahaha, you make me laugh. I don’t owe you shit. I can do what I want. I’m big, you’re small. I’m great, you’re crap. I have power you don’t. I’m rich, you’re some penniless country trash. If I want to kill you so freakin’ what? Do you bat an eye when you kill a rat? You’re vermin, trash. You should be rejoicing in the fact that I grace your body with such generous and careful torture. It’s far more than a rat would get…right? I’ve elevated you trash beyond your actual worth. Yet you prats won’t even give me my joy. I saw your face when you looked into the hole just now. That wasn’t just horror, you knew someone in there didn’t you? I bet it was that country girl, she smelt just like you. Like utter crap. The little wretch wouldn’t even scream, how am I supposed to get off when they don’t make any bloody noise! So, I let my dogs have their way with her, she truly was…”
Blood splattered from Aria’s chest as Tatsumi blazed forth, wrenching her in two with the last of his remaining strength. He didn’t feel anything, he didn’t even breathe. His mind was blank, his action was on reflex. He was devoid of emotion, he couldn’t handle emotion. He collapsed. He guessed that sooner or later he would succumb to death. Yet a single voice once again ruptured into his mind.
“Hey kid. Tatsumi. Come with us. If you want power, we’ll give you power. If you want a new hope, we’ll give you that. I’ll grant you your wish, so come with me. This Onee-san will help you on your way, ‘kay? You’ve got skills, so just come with us, accept my hand and I’ll take you with me. I won’t lie, it’ll hurt like hell, you might even go insane, but you’ll be forging your own path in life. Carve your way into history Tatsumi. Accept my hand.”
As his vision faded, Tatsumi reached out, touching Leone’s hand. Touching his way into a new world. A new journey…
Other
Equipment: Tatsumi carries an assortment of weapons. He carries a broad shortsword on his back. On his left hip is a katana with a stark black blade and hilt, highlighted with a golden Tsuba while the hilt is embroidered with golden decorations. On his right hip rests a well crafted a Wakizashi . He also often carries a tantō that is strapped his right shoulder. Tatsumi also wears two black and gold bladed arm guards that rest around his wrist and forearm. He also carries a standard utility pouch on his right side. He is sometimes also seen carrying a bow and arrow quiver.Pictures: see bio
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