It was a surprise to Isoka that the Sabbath hadn't come to collect their dues. He had set out shortly after their confrontation, and hadn't been back to the island since. He assumed that by now it was a penniless, lifeless shell of what it had once been. He wondered what kind of state it had returned to, and what had happened to the Black Order. Yet, it seemed that fate decided to bring him far away, and the group gathered piqued his interest.Just pretend I included everyone's post xD
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Seeing the picture used for his bounty Vegeta let out an audible angry grunt. His arms were already crossed similar to in the pic as well. As the man finishes voicing his grievances with Geets, Boitata moves his massive head slowly downwards keeping it level as he does so, bringing him down to several meters above and in front of the man as scowl upon his face as he took in the man's appearance. The island him and Uta passed thru on their search for Witchwood way back, seems he was apart of the village now. Vegeta remembered him quite well. Had sparing the man on that day on that day finally come back to haunt him? Last he recalled, the man seemed indifferent to the idea of a treaty between them after Uta decimated the Uchiha leader but signed even if reluctantly. However after Vegeta's horrifying technique it was easy to imagine the man wasn't in his right mind when the papers were signed. And to compound that point, the man had intentions on cashing in the bounty that had been placed upon his head. Had their first encounter not shown him anything about not only Vegeta's ferocity, but his compassion as well? Vegeta looks him in the eyes and retorts..You must be registered for see images
Yes I do remember you. As as for that bounty. Do you not recall the position I had you in? And did any physical harm become of you? Not only that, but I never even came to collect any of the ryo that was owed. And to pay me back you would attempt to collect a price placed on my head? How dare you insult the Prince of All... wait...
Vegeta wills Boit to move just a little closer..
Did you say... Golden Shower buddies???
For a second Vegeta holds his serious face, then it was too much as he heard the man say it again in his head several times. Bursting into a loud riotous fit of laughter, Vegeta finally collects himself and looks back at the guy. Seemed to be a fine warrior and certainly had a set of balls on him. Vegeta couldn't stay mad at this guy if he tried. Boit moves back upwards slowly. Vegeta finishes speaking as he does..
All I can say is that the world was a different place as were the place of warriors like myself. Like I said, while my trick was a cruel one you came out now worse for wear. You may harbor ill will but hopefully that fact will lesson the blow of that day..
Vegeta then nods at everyone there and continues listening to Sado and Jack's interactions with everyone, while waiting to see what the man's take was on his words..
Don't think that catching me off guard with some hocus pocus makes ya tougher than me, that shit won't happen again, got me?! And I didn't give a damn about the Ryo... That much was true, when it came to the terms agreed upon it wasn't the money that set Isoka on his quest, and similarly it wasn't the rewards that sent him seeking the Sabbath. It was the blood tribute that rubbed him wrong, but it seemed the one who demanded that wasn't there. But I ain't seein' that freak here, so.... Isoka trailed off as his attention was drawn to the speaker. It was a long-winded tale, but one that resonated with Isoka. Many of the words he used to describe himself were all too familiar with Isoka, given the beast that lived within him.
He slipped into the sanctum of his mind and looked up at Shukaku, Whaddya think Tankami? That wasn't half-bad a speech. Dragged on a bit, but the guy got some fire. The beast considered his words.
Takes more than words for me to trust a human. He scratched his head and chuckled. But then again, he says he isn't human. Graha! I say you do it, lets see what this 'Sin' has to offer!
Isoka gazed back upwards to Vegeta. Alright asshole, I'll let things slide for now! But if I get some saki in me and shit gets out of hand, I ain't takin' none of the blame. Ya started it, and just 'cause we're hitting pause doesn't mean I ain't gonna finish it one day, got me?
Not waiting for a response he turned to the speaker, this Sado Yasutora and approached him.
Ya said some fancy words, and I gotta admit, it gave me a bit of a tingle, but I ain't sold just yet. Everyone's gotta monster in them, some wear it, some keep it deep down. Isoka grinned as he let out some of Shukaku's chakra, allowing it to bubble out from his skin and grow into a single-tailed cloak of red. He had no intention of using it, of course, but the it was the quickest way to show how he related to Sado's story. I got a beast inside me, and I've been called monster more times than I can remember., but I ain't about to bitch and moan about it, and I sure as hell ain't about to sign my soul over just 'cause some handsome fucker got a sob story. He let the cloak fade away, its purpose fulfilled.Prefacing this with these links because I like writing shit no one wants to read.
- The entire history for Sado Yasutora for the WSE
- The entire history of the Golden Sabbath for the WSE
- the Battle of Shinramoto ( Props to NEVER )
- the Razing of Degarashan
You all deserve the truth, of our youth. A tale unheard. Every last word. Jack would say as his tone dropped becoming sinister.
Sado could hear the barrage of questions aimed at his clone. You can tell her. You can tell them all.
So, you want to know what brought us to this? Why I can accept you, Miss? Let me take a moment, sit back down while I reminisce. My story is gory, defamatory and filled to the brim with glory. I wasn't born in the world of your shinobi, a world of diplomacy and false security. I was born to a roaming horde. I grew up bored, ignored, and taught the sword. You think you're broken, sinful and hollow. That's a bitter pill to swallow-...
Sado would clear his throat. Drop the rhymes it makes the story harder to understand. Don't be extra.
( Sandāu~ēbu ) - ThunderwaveYou must be registered for see medias
The clone finally dropped the rhyming when his creator spoke again cutting him off and telling him to be serious. It was something he and his creator did while flirting but now it was time to become a bit more serious to tell these people their story. To explain what brought him here, what lead him to do what he has and why he so fervently and hastily lashed out toward the Hangurian Black Ones when they tried to take what was his. It was a long story made even longer by the fact that it had been built upon continuously as they worked to build a home for themselves. Jack's voice would gradually become more monotone like that of a narrator.Type: Tool
Rank: A
Range: Short - Long
Chakra: N/A ( - 5 per turn when used )
Damage: N/A
Description: Thunderwave is a basic chest plate outfitted with a surround sound speaker system, and a microphone. It can be used to play music or make noises more audible than normal similar to a karaoke machine. It is able to produce sound louder than most techniques or the clashing of techniques and can be much louder than the user or opponent can scream. In essence it can act like the (Utsusemi no Jutsu) - Empty Cicada Shell Technique passively at all times being louder and stronger than even that basic technique. It comes pre-loaded with all of the wielder's favorite songs. In battle it can be used to play theme music or it can make the user louder as it has a built in microphone system connected to the speaker system.
The primary use of Thunderwave as mentioned above is the ability to play music with the offshoot of this being the ability to cancel sound waves with sound waves while playing music. This is similar to the Scientific Ninja Tool: Shijima and works like a noise-cancellation speaker. The system can emit a sound wave with the same amplitude but with inverted phase also known as antiphase to the original sound. The waves combine to form a new wave, in a process called interference, and effectively cancel each other out. This effect is called destructive interference and is able to nullify sound techniques in equal rank. The sound can encompass a short - long range area around the user being louder the closer to the user the people who can hear it are and due to this it has a dampening system as to not harm the users ears or cause them any undue problems. It can be fine tuned to look different depending on the wielder's appearance or preference.
Note: Sound techniques can only be canceled once per turn three times per battle.
It darkened heavily becoming more gloomy. He would have to start where all stories began at the beginning. It was so long ago, bringing it up, was tough because honestly his creator merely wanted to push it down and forget about it but every day it pushed him further to be better, to build something bigger, to seek out others like him and to try and fix himself.
In his own mind, he was broken, useless and disposable because he had been disposed of like refuse cast aside like garbage after one mistake. The only person his creator had told before was Trunks but these other humans were his allies now too.
We weren't always a part of the shinobi world. This world of confusion, diplomacy, civility, negotiation, and apathy. But my world could toss you aside just as fast. As soon as you no longer remained useful. It threw me away the first time I made a mistake. You see I became complacent something I was taught and trained to not do. I'm a bit ahead of the beginning though. It truly starts much further back than that, than any of this, further back than the Golden Sabbath, and you and even me meeting my oldest and most trusted friend Vegeta. To a time before the downfall of the mighty and proud Freehold. It starts nearly twenty-five years ago. You see, my people were separate from your kind. For instance my father. Well from what I know of him, he was a beast of rage and alcoholism. He pillaged the civilized world, absconding with whatever he could make his, ryo, trinkets, artifacts-...
Jack stopped talking for a while. It was an awkward pause. It reflected a moment from a long time ago when his creator had told this story to Trunks. This part was always hard to explain. Every time he said it, it chipped away at his self-respect and made him feel even worse about who, and what he was as a goliath. It was about how terrible his father was, about how the clone and his creator was just a bastard, whoreson, the spawn of a vicious beast and the thing he stole away from the civilized world. It was a dark silence and this was because he didn't want these people to see his darker sides. The parts of him that he tried to hide away from the world. The next words that came out of his mouth didn't ask for sympathy or pity.
They were linear and straight to the point. He remembered back to what his creator had done when he had gotten to this point in the story when explaining it to Trunks. The handsome face the clone had abruptly shifted as the left side darkened his eye becoming yellow and demonic in nature while the right side of his face, cheek, and jawline stayed the same, a stark contrast of the duality of the beast that dwelled within his fractured and cracked heart. The skin on the left side of his face became sharp and twisted, rough, jagged and ugly. In tandem with it his chakra radiated outwardly in a repugnant green spray of color.
For a moment his bones, skin, tendons, and veins made a dense, and sloppy noise crackling noise as if literally reshaping his body would be painful for him. However, there wasn't even the slightest tinge of pain from his face or eyes as if this was a daily occurrence for him. During this process, the areas around his eyes began to turn purple as his irises turned yellow, and his sclera was blackened. The clone exhaled and then continued to speak. Sado seemed to turn his head and listen. It was as if he was listening to his own story interested in the spin the clone put on it.
(Senninka) - Sage Transformation
Women. To this day, that's still gross to say, but it's how it was. I, Sado Yasutora am the bastard spawn of a beast, and his human pet. You see I come from a tribe of goliath. Creatures like me. That can do the things that I can do. We're not like you, we're not human. We don't have the control over ourselves that you do. The ability to pick and choose how we react to our emotions, thoughts, and feelings. Our-... my kind loses everything so easily, to the energy in this world. It breaks us, reshapes us, and controls us. It makes us in its image. I believe it makes us less than human. I feel like each and every one of you, are better than I can be. Though, my tribe felt differently. They acted as if this ability, this instability, and twisting aggression made us more than your kind. I'm getting distracted. Anyway, back to my father, he was insatiable, he would go on devastating rampages through civilized societies killing many, destroying everything in his way and stealing away people for his own amusement. I'd like to point out that this was before I was even born it's only the stories I was gifted by the people of my tribe. My mother, she was one of those women that he stole away. I never got to know her. She was a human, like you. Through some form of stockholm syndrome or maybe it was genuine love I was conceived. To commemorate the birth of his first born son my father went postal, attacking a settlement, he was felled by a civilized society. My tribe told me it was done by a group of men, wearing armor similar to mine. I know it was the Black Ones, the same people now chasing the Golden Sabbath.Type: Supplementary/Offensive/Defensive
Rank: C-A
Range: Short
Chakra: 15-30
Damage: 30-60
Description: Sage Transformation is an ability wielded by Jūgo's clan, which increases their physical abilities and allows their bodies to perform various shape-shifting feats due to their innate ability to passively absorb natural energy. It is a multifaceted ability that permits them to achieve feats ranging from creating various weapon-like appendages to altering their body structure, as well as a general increase in their physical capabilities. In the experiments created by Orochimaru, this ability is referred to as "Cursed Seal Transformation" (Juinka). The transformation can be used countless times in battle and sustained while the user has enough chakra to do so. The damage the technique can produce is proportionate to the body part altered and the way it was altered. This technique enables the user to produce melee attacks or defenses through the alteration of his body. When utilized by Mitsuki, he gains a cyan chakra shroud that forms into ethereal snakes around his body to aid in his attack range, and he grows out a single horn from his forehead.
Note: Only useable by Sage Transformation bios.
Jack spoke in a cadence that showed he had told this story before and he was merely recalling his past memories so that he could explain everything this woman wanted to know. His sins? His past. If she wanted to know about his sins, they were many, and they were deplorable. Each one etched into his mind unable to forget what he had done. Some days it was almost unbearable. The crippling bouts of depression due to his bipolar disorder left him unable to move, think or even act sometimes. It scared him. The thought of what he could become, and what he had came from. His brow and body sagged slightly as he realized that the next thing he would have to talk about was his mother.
It wasn't like he knew anymore now than he did when he told this same story to Trunks. Every shred of information he knew was fed to him through a veil of contempt from his tribe who hated her. That taunt came back to his mind just as it did before when he explained the story to Trunks. The elders would call tell him she was just his "civilized ***** of a mother." Before they told him he'd never amount to anything because he was a half-goliath, half-human mutt.
Moving on as I said before my mother died in childbirth, her form was that of a human, she couldn't bear, my unstable, mangled, shape. She died, bringing me into this world. Sometimes I wish she had taken me with her. At least that way I wouldn't need to-... t-.. So I was raised by the tribe. Not as a child, but as a warrior. They made me fight, they made me kill, they made me learn what it was like to take the pain, and force that pain out upon others. It took a broken child and shattered him into pieces. However, I grew up knowing what I was a half-blooded bastard, just scum. You speak of sin. I killed men before I was five so, I can tell you without any regret when they began to accept me for something more than what I am. I was the happiest I've ever been in my existence. Then around the age of fifteen, that's the day it was all stolen away. Taken from me, torn to pieces and blown into the wind by animals even more depraved and violent than I. You see, I've seen your kind, shinobi eat children. I know what you heard me say and I know what you're thinking "he's lying." No. They were called claymore, even more, twisted and mangled than I am. They attacked my tribe while I was on Dawncaller duty. It's all I was good at, watching the borders and yelling about the strong and valiant goliath warriors Apparently, they were hired by the same origination that had done away with my father. One thousand Ryo for each ear of a Goliath, but they wanted more. They literally ate my people in front of me before my eyes. Like cattle, they tore children from their mothers and picked them apart. I was blamed, my chieftain decided that my inaction was the cause of everything. He crafted my punishment, a near death beating then exile. I could never return to the world I knew. The world that had raised me, the only world that accepted me even just partially. From there I've been doing this.
Jack lowered his gaze as he came to the end of the first part. He wasn't directing this at anyone in this gathering group as a call for pity. He hid it very well but they would all be able to see without a shadow of a doubt the man who stood before them. He hated shinobi, not them, but the concept. It was a deep-seated emotion and as he took another breath his rising tone faded back down. There were no tears or sadness in his words. Only determination, a fire, a growing rising fire.
He was tired of being cast aside. Left behind, and dropped like trash. Everything he had done up to this point was obvious now. His deepest desire was for people to like him. He wanted people to want him to the point he was invaluable so he could never again be cast aside. He helped build this settlement, this land, this clan so that he had a home.
A place for him and people like him to reside. The leftover pieces that no one wanted. The broken, the weak, the violent, and brutal. He didn't care who came and who joined as long as they knew one thing. Here, they were family, and here, they were safe and free. However, this meant that if they hurt those around them, those like them intentionally well they'd be rejected as worse than even they are.
My life is just a chain of compounding, poor decisions. Missed opportunities and failures. I'm always dying. Like all of you, I want to learn the way to win, but I still can't accept the way to lose, I need to accept defeat, so I can learn to die. I want to be liberated from it all. So that when tomorrow finally comes, I can free my ambitious mind, and learn the art of dying, the art of surviving, the art of moving on and forgetting my past, my sorrow and my shame. I learned long ago that nothing I could do that day would have saved my tribe, from its fate. Or save myself from the downward spiral I took in the years to come. Yet I still sold my soul to your shinobi world in lust for power and vengeance. After that event, I traded my own safety and sanity for the belief that I could murder my way to peace, I fought as a mercenary. I killed, I drank, I fucked away my problems, with women like you, then I did it all again the next day. I believed that if I could be a greater horror, than what I saw that day it would bring my tribe back. Once this lie was shattered by years of idleness and inability I scrambled to find a solution, to make a deal, to undo my mistakes and balance the scales. I now understand that there are no scales, and there is no redemption for a terrible monster like me. However, I deserve just as much as anyone else in this world. We all do. You asked how I could accept you? After hearing everything up to this point the real question is how couldn't I accept you? I'm worse than you could ever hope to be.
Now came the present. What he had done recently striking out at the world. Not only what he had done but what the Golden Sabbath had done. The sins of the group that would set the foundation of their entire village. The Hangurian Black Ones they decimated. The actions they took in Shinramoto, and how they worked with Lena to distract and disarm the Shogunate of the Takauji Ashikaga. He knew what they must have heard by now. "Sado Yasutora, the Demon." "The Monster of Shinramoto." He had many names given to him by others people who didn't understand who or what he was and what he was doing. However, he didn't care what the world called him.
If you were to ask Takauji Ashikaga what I was. You'd be told I'm a monster, a demon, an annoyance, some still think I'm dead. If you were to ask my old horde what I was. They'd tell you I was a bastard, orphan, whoreson. What I am is a goliath, just a broken man trying to find a place for people like me. What I want is a home and a family. I'll take it from this world like it took everything from me. I'll bend this world, and I'll take from those who would take from me. I've refuged people from Qindong. I've saved lands, I've helped in whatever way I could to make these lands prosperous. Yes! we're defined by our sins and our selfishness, but we're also defined by our heroic, admirable deeds, and our selflessness. Just look at the Battle of Shinramoto and the Razing of Degarashan, if you need examples of what I'm willing to do for you. What I'm willing to do for my new tribe. This world doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes, and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway. We laugh, and we cry, and we break and we make our mistakes. I'm done waiting for it. We face an endless uphill climb. All of us have something to prove and almost nothing left to lose. There's no time to hesitate or wait or put on restraints. If you don't see yourself as a part of this, in this moment of fate. Then-... there's no reason left to debate. You can wait. But I won't. Though you, you strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied. You're like me, I've never been satisfied. I'm Sado Yasutora and I've never been satisfied. I'm Sado Yasutora and there's a million things I haven't done.
Jack was returning to rhymes. It seemed he was fired up now after all of that. How couldn't he be? Everything laid bare in front of these humans. They now knew him better than anyone else in this world. They knew his past, his ideals, his wants, needs, and thoughts. It was every piece of who he was and what he wanted to build spread out for everyone to see.
He was breathing somewhat heavily now the charisma had ebbed and flowed throughout his entire speech. There was nothing left to say. If these humans couldn't see what he was, what he planned on building. Then they never, ever would. Bits of foam were forming on the cusps of his mouth as he had been flung into a manic state pushed forward by the natural energy around him.
We got your story, but what's it mean for me? The past is the past, as my best bud Vegeta here says, so what ya got planned for MY future? What does this "Sin" need from me, and what do I need from it? Isoka had seen silver-tongued snakes charm others to their cause before, promising the world to those without even a name. He wasn't looking for something so gaudy, he was just looking for a home. The Eight-Falls were where he was raised, and it was fun as hell, but as the lone human in a community of Tanuki there was always something missing. When he joined up with the Black Order, he found that he yearned for friends of his own kind. Now, with the Black Order gone, he wondered if this village had what he sought.
Technique Used: Chakra Cloak
Chakra: 1700 - 30 = 1670