This chapter...is very, very dark. Just a warning beforehand. Some rather deep angst and violence.
Link to the First Chapter:
Again, whether or not you read this is up to you. It's merely explaining my road to NB and the people that came my way.
Yes, there will be people on NB here. Mostly the people I train and those that are close to me. Those I don't know well will not be here. I don't write because I want society's approval.
I also noticed how most people write like this.
Tenzo: What?
Anbu Minato: I just had a hangover.
That's an incorrect way of writing. That's not even a form of screenwriting.
Note: This is a pure allegory. I tend to excel at those. Whether you want to read it or not is up to you, but literature always has deeper meanings and I write in this manner to avoid direct confrontations.
Allegory:
Also, I was very impressed of Keotsu's interpretation of my first chapter so I'll post it here. Perhaps this'll give you a more advanced viewpoint of an allegory. It's not completely accurate, but very close.
If you don't get it...then it's just literature for you.
And what indeed were before us?
Through many rejections and trials, our suits were almost complete. We heard bits of it here and there...we needed something called a Kousa to finish it.
What it was, we didn't know. But it sounded like some grand end of a road, and both Sinister and I were looking forward to it.
We weren't sure what the suits were before. But it seemed to become more and more vital as the road brought us down further.
Vaguely, I recalled what the voice had told us..."Welcome to Skiathuros. The first thing, new members, is to learn how to power up your suits and use it. Once you have learned to do that, then I will guide you further down the road..." It seemed to me now that it was a simple variant of "Welcome to hell and the only way to survive was to build your suits...and once you have done that, then we'll lead you further down into the darkness.
The doors that appeared on our separate roads started to diminish...they eventually became smaller and more rarer as the path came to an end.
All I learned from the senseis now was about the Kousa and what was awaiting us at the end. Sure, every one of them talked about it as something exciting...but something in their eyes suggested otherwise.
Then came a wall that blocked the path heading down the hall. Sinister gave me a puzzled look, but he set his hand upon the door, pushing it open.
It gave away to an open room, filled with people mumbling and scuffling around. They all wore different color suits, and looked too busy to talk to both of us.
"Um, excuse me?" Sinister reached a hand towards a passing person wearing what appeared to be a white suit. "What exactly is this place and what are we supposed to do here?"
The passing person stopped. He glanced quickly at Sinister, then I, and shrugged. "You're done with your suits, I assume? You just need the Kousa."
"That's what we've been told," I offered.
"Oh, wonderful. Then walk with me. I'll take you where you need to be." He waved a hand at us, signifying us to follow him. "Call me MC. T. I was just redirected just like you."
"To where?" Sinister asked as we followed MC down the path.
"To where? I'm not so sure. To one of the many rooms. Choose your own was what they told me." MC grinned at us and paused at a random yellow-colored door. "Let's say...this one."
He pushed it open with some effort. Sinister and I peered in, with a bit of childish curiosity.
There were several sitting around a table. All of them were wearing their suits, chatting noisily with one another. They looked up as the door opened, and the nearest person waved at us.
"Hey, fellow trainers!" A particularly enthusiastic person waved at us. "I'm Kirabi! Come join us."
He pulled out three pillows from underneath the table, waving at Sinister, MC, and I to sit.
I chose the pillow next to Sinister and sat cautiously.
The rest of the table had quieted down. Sinister squirmed self-consciously as MC finally broke the silence.
"Uh...so I was directed here. What exactly do we do?"
Kirabi grinned at him. "What exactly you were told to do! Get the Kousa!"
"By waiting...in this room?"
"Oh, I've been here quite awhile. I heard this was the next one in line to get the Kousas though. You picked the right door, pal."
Sinister flashed a quick grin at me and I nodded silently in reply. I was barely paying attention to the conversation. My eyes were fixated on a person sitting across from me.
He was empty-handed, wearing a simple plain shirt. His gaze was upon the plate in front of him. The plate contained a rich steak, complete with forks and utensils. However, he wasn't eating it. He was simply staring it.
As Kirabi, MC. T, and Sinister engaged in conversation, I cautiously stood up and walked over to the person.
"Hey," I said softly - almost awkwardly.
He looked up. Not unlike his stance, his eyes were also glazed.
I shoved my hand out towards him. "My name's...Tenzo. What's your?"
He stared at me blankly for a moment, then lifted one hand. Slowly. Then he grasped my hand and shook it.
I was momentarily surprised. His handshake was steady and strong.
"The name's Musasibo."
"Musasibo...?" I repeated, almost with confusion.
"But call me Musa." He grinned at me.
I was relatively stunned at his change of manner. One second, he looked like the shyest person ever, but in fact, he seemed pretty energetic.
I gestured at the plate in front of him. "How come you aren't eating it?"
Musa looked a bit puzzled, but shrugged in reply. "I'm not sure. I never noticed it, I suppose. I guess I'll eat now."
He picked up the fork and knife and began digging into the steak. I watched with a sense of puzzlement and wonder, but said nothing of what I thought.
"He finally starts moving!" Another voice came from behind me and I looked up suddenly to meet someone's eyes.
He sat down besides me and patted me behind my back. "My name's Ingwer. Glad you woke him up." He gestured at Musa besides me, who was well into his steak.
"Ingwer...?" I looked at him, almost blankly. Those eyes of his...somehow, it seemed to look right through me.
"Looks like this room is next!" I tore my gaze away from Ingwer's just as the door opened.
Someone wearing a suit similar to Sinister's stepped into the room. The orange marking on it, however, marked her as a sensei.
The room went silent.
"My name is Akiza," the newcomer said. "I just got notice from the Voice that this room is next. Now, which of you peeps is ready to get a Kousa?"
A cheer went up as everyone stood up, no doubt prepared long ago.
They charged for the door, bumping and shoving one another as Akiza stood in front of it.
I noticed Sinister amongst them, one of the people in the very front.
"Hey." I tapped Musa's shoulder. "Don't you want to go and get your Kousa?"
Musa shrugged. "Not ready, pal. Why don't you go first?"
I looked at Ingwer then, but he too gave me a nonchalant look. "We'll wait for you to come back," he said softly.
I frowned, but stood up, following the crowd out the door.
Akiza led the line of people down a long hall. I find myself constantly looking over people's shoulders, shoving my way towards the front.
Quite suddenly, the hall led out into an open arena. With a feeling of dread, I saw dozens of people seated around the benches above the arena.
Akiza guided the crowd of people towards the red lines labeled upon the grassy arena.
"Now," she said. "Everyone, take your places behind the red lines. Keep your eyes focused in front of you."
I puzzled slightly at the definition behind her words but looked upon the ground, noticing a red line drawn before me. I stepped up to it.
No sooner than I did, I was knocked back by a strong force. I hit the ground, my mouth bleeding from a dozen cuts.
I groaned in pain, coughing up several broken teeth.
"Stand up."
I looked up in horror. Someone was standing above me, a sword in hand. His gaze was merciless, his hands clutched tightly upon the weapon. A drop of blood fell onto my cheek - my blood.
I began pushing myself off the ground, but my opponent placed one foot upon my chest, pressing down upon me.
"Try again," he whispered softly.
I raised one arm weakly, swiping at his foot. In an instant, I saw it disappear...and a sharp pain burst from my side as I was knocked dozens of feet away from my original place.
He appeared once again before me, his sword still dripping blood. Hazes of bloody vision misted my eyes.
"Damn...you..."I gasped, voice strained.
He laughed then, a touch of pity in his voice. Silver light flashed before me and I found myself screaming in pain as excruciating pain wracked my body.
Breaths came hoarsely...my vision was dimming...
His foot came to rest on my chest once more, however, it came down violently, and I felt several ribs crack.
My arms flailed wildly besides me...calling for help...and I could feel my mouth moving...
Sinister...I thought I was calling for help. However, during the last few months of my recollection of the battle, I saw a line of dirtied people heading out the other way of the arena.
My eyes caught on a certain individual.
Suit stained with blood and sweat, Sinister walked out with the short line of people.
I found myself screaming then...screaming nonstop with despair.
I noticed I spelled the title wrong. Must have been in a hurry. Woops.
Link to the First Chapter:
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Again, whether or not you read this is up to you. It's merely explaining my road to NB and the people that came my way.
Yes, there will be people on NB here. Mostly the people I train and those that are close to me. Those I don't know well will not be here. I don't write because I want society's approval.
I also noticed how most people write like this.
Tenzo: What?
Anbu Minato: I just had a hangover.
That's an incorrect way of writing. That's not even a form of screenwriting.
Note: This is a pure allegory. I tend to excel at those. Whether you want to read it or not is up to you, but literature always has deeper meanings and I write in this manner to avoid direct confrontations.
Allegory:
Allegory is a figurative mode of representation conveying meaning other than the literal. Allegory communicates its message by means of symbolic figures, actions or symbolic representation. Allegory is generally treated as a figure of rhetoric, but an allegory does not have to be expressed in language: it may be addressed to the eye, and is often found in realistic painting, sculpture or some other form of mimetic, or representative art. Simply put, an allegory is a device used to present an idea, principle or meaning, which can be presented in literary form, such as a poem or novel, or in visual form, such as in painting or sculpture. As a literary device, an allegory in its most general sense is an extended metaphor. As an artistic device, an allegory is a visual symbolic representation. An example of a simple visual allegory is the image of the grim reaper. Viewers understand that the image of the grim reaper is a symbolic representation of death. Nevertheless, images and fictions with several possible interpretations are not allegories in the true sense. Furthermore, not every fiction with general application is an allegory.
Also, I was very impressed of Keotsu's interpretation of my first chapter so I'll post it here. Perhaps this'll give you a more advanced viewpoint of an allegory. It's not completely accurate, but very close.
Sinister - represents your first friend on here. At the moment, I haven't gathered much more than that, other than a slight rivalry developed.
Kaito's office - represents how busy the mods are, and how they seem to have little time for people, and they quickly resolve other problems. This may apply to just Kaito himself, and not the mods.
Suits (was a hard one for me) - represented membership, and in a way, respect, reputation, and prestige. And possibly potential. And I'm guessing the suits not only reflect the wearer, but their condition shows their self-value; a higher quality suit may show higher acceptance of who one was. The weight may play into that as well.
The room (Emp's) - another tricky one. Possibly represents the RP, or maybe people who get banned or something. Or, it could represent his temper to people.
Sensei's Chamber - may have been the easiest, if it was right. Represents how the Sensei's reject people, even if they have time.
More or less, it's sorta a play on Life on NB... Though that's a given. Sort of a high-class representation.
Kaito's office - represents how busy the mods are, and how they seem to have little time for people, and they quickly resolve other problems. This may apply to just Kaito himself, and not the mods.
Suits (was a hard one for me) - represented membership, and in a way, respect, reputation, and prestige. And possibly potential. And I'm guessing the suits not only reflect the wearer, but their condition shows their self-value; a higher quality suit may show higher acceptance of who one was. The weight may play into that as well.
The room (Emp's) - another tricky one. Possibly represents the RP, or maybe people who get banned or something. Or, it could represent his temper to people.
Sensei's Chamber - may have been the easiest, if it was right. Represents how the Sensei's reject people, even if they have time.
More or less, it's sorta a play on Life on NB... Though that's a given. Sort of a high-class representation.
The High Road of NB.
And what indeed were before us?
Through many rejections and trials, our suits were almost complete. We heard bits of it here and there...we needed something called a Kousa to finish it.
What it was, we didn't know. But it sounded like some grand end of a road, and both Sinister and I were looking forward to it.
We weren't sure what the suits were before. But it seemed to become more and more vital as the road brought us down further.
Vaguely, I recalled what the voice had told us..."Welcome to Skiathuros. The first thing, new members, is to learn how to power up your suits and use it. Once you have learned to do that, then I will guide you further down the road..." It seemed to me now that it was a simple variant of "Welcome to hell and the only way to survive was to build your suits...and once you have done that, then we'll lead you further down into the darkness.
The doors that appeared on our separate roads started to diminish...they eventually became smaller and more rarer as the path came to an end.
All I learned from the senseis now was about the Kousa and what was awaiting us at the end. Sure, every one of them talked about it as something exciting...but something in their eyes suggested otherwise.
Then came a wall that blocked the path heading down the hall. Sinister gave me a puzzled look, but he set his hand upon the door, pushing it open.
It gave away to an open room, filled with people mumbling and scuffling around. They all wore different color suits, and looked too busy to talk to both of us.
"Um, excuse me?" Sinister reached a hand towards a passing person wearing what appeared to be a white suit. "What exactly is this place and what are we supposed to do here?"
The passing person stopped. He glanced quickly at Sinister, then I, and shrugged. "You're done with your suits, I assume? You just need the Kousa."
"That's what we've been told," I offered.
"Oh, wonderful. Then walk with me. I'll take you where you need to be." He waved a hand at us, signifying us to follow him. "Call me MC. T. I was just redirected just like you."
"To where?" Sinister asked as we followed MC down the path.
"To where? I'm not so sure. To one of the many rooms. Choose your own was what they told me." MC grinned at us and paused at a random yellow-colored door. "Let's say...this one."
He pushed it open with some effort. Sinister and I peered in, with a bit of childish curiosity.
There were several sitting around a table. All of them were wearing their suits, chatting noisily with one another. They looked up as the door opened, and the nearest person waved at us.
"Hey, fellow trainers!" A particularly enthusiastic person waved at us. "I'm Kirabi! Come join us."
He pulled out three pillows from underneath the table, waving at Sinister, MC, and I to sit.
I chose the pillow next to Sinister and sat cautiously.
The rest of the table had quieted down. Sinister squirmed self-consciously as MC finally broke the silence.
"Uh...so I was directed here. What exactly do we do?"
Kirabi grinned at him. "What exactly you were told to do! Get the Kousa!"
"By waiting...in this room?"
"Oh, I've been here quite awhile. I heard this was the next one in line to get the Kousas though. You picked the right door, pal."
Sinister flashed a quick grin at me and I nodded silently in reply. I was barely paying attention to the conversation. My eyes were fixated on a person sitting across from me.
He was empty-handed, wearing a simple plain shirt. His gaze was upon the plate in front of him. The plate contained a rich steak, complete with forks and utensils. However, he wasn't eating it. He was simply staring it.
As Kirabi, MC. T, and Sinister engaged in conversation, I cautiously stood up and walked over to the person.
"Hey," I said softly - almost awkwardly.
He looked up. Not unlike his stance, his eyes were also glazed.
I shoved my hand out towards him. "My name's...Tenzo. What's your?"
He stared at me blankly for a moment, then lifted one hand. Slowly. Then he grasped my hand and shook it.
I was momentarily surprised. His handshake was steady and strong.
"The name's Musasibo."
"Musasibo...?" I repeated, almost with confusion.
"But call me Musa." He grinned at me.
I was relatively stunned at his change of manner. One second, he looked like the shyest person ever, but in fact, he seemed pretty energetic.
I gestured at the plate in front of him. "How come you aren't eating it?"
Musa looked a bit puzzled, but shrugged in reply. "I'm not sure. I never noticed it, I suppose. I guess I'll eat now."
He picked up the fork and knife and began digging into the steak. I watched with a sense of puzzlement and wonder, but said nothing of what I thought.
"He finally starts moving!" Another voice came from behind me and I looked up suddenly to meet someone's eyes.
He sat down besides me and patted me behind my back. "My name's Ingwer. Glad you woke him up." He gestured at Musa besides me, who was well into his steak.
"Ingwer...?" I looked at him, almost blankly. Those eyes of his...somehow, it seemed to look right through me.
"Looks like this room is next!" I tore my gaze away from Ingwer's just as the door opened.
Someone wearing a suit similar to Sinister's stepped into the room. The orange marking on it, however, marked her as a sensei.
The room went silent.
"My name is Akiza," the newcomer said. "I just got notice from the Voice that this room is next. Now, which of you peeps is ready to get a Kousa?"
A cheer went up as everyone stood up, no doubt prepared long ago.
They charged for the door, bumping and shoving one another as Akiza stood in front of it.
I noticed Sinister amongst them, one of the people in the very front.
"Hey." I tapped Musa's shoulder. "Don't you want to go and get your Kousa?"
Musa shrugged. "Not ready, pal. Why don't you go first?"
I looked at Ingwer then, but he too gave me a nonchalant look. "We'll wait for you to come back," he said softly.
I frowned, but stood up, following the crowd out the door.
Akiza led the line of people down a long hall. I find myself constantly looking over people's shoulders, shoving my way towards the front.
Quite suddenly, the hall led out into an open arena. With a feeling of dread, I saw dozens of people seated around the benches above the arena.
Akiza guided the crowd of people towards the red lines labeled upon the grassy arena.
"Now," she said. "Everyone, take your places behind the red lines. Keep your eyes focused in front of you."
I puzzled slightly at the definition behind her words but looked upon the ground, noticing a red line drawn before me. I stepped up to it.
No sooner than I did, I was knocked back by a strong force. I hit the ground, my mouth bleeding from a dozen cuts.
I groaned in pain, coughing up several broken teeth.
"Stand up."
I looked up in horror. Someone was standing above me, a sword in hand. His gaze was merciless, his hands clutched tightly upon the weapon. A drop of blood fell onto my cheek - my blood.
I began pushing myself off the ground, but my opponent placed one foot upon my chest, pressing down upon me.
"Try again," he whispered softly.
I raised one arm weakly, swiping at his foot. In an instant, I saw it disappear...and a sharp pain burst from my side as I was knocked dozens of feet away from my original place.
He appeared once again before me, his sword still dripping blood. Hazes of bloody vision misted my eyes.
"Damn...you..."I gasped, voice strained.
He laughed then, a touch of pity in his voice. Silver light flashed before me and I found myself screaming in pain as excruciating pain wracked my body.
Breaths came hoarsely...my vision was dimming...
His foot came to rest on my chest once more, however, it came down violently, and I felt several ribs crack.
My arms flailed wildly besides me...calling for help...and I could feel my mouth moving...
Sinister...I thought I was calling for help. However, during the last few months of my recollection of the battle, I saw a line of dirtied people heading out the other way of the arena.
My eyes caught on a certain individual.
Suit stained with blood and sweat, Sinister walked out with the short line of people.
I found myself screaming then...screaming nonstop with despair.
I noticed I spelled the title wrong. Must have been in a hurry. Woops.
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