kanesannin
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This is my first time ever trying this, so please bear with me.
MEMOIRS OF A MADMAN
The sky was overcast and colored in shades of gray as the breeze rushing past the cliff began to pick up pace. Relentlessly it forced itself upon the jagged mass of rock and stone, its direction swerving upon impact to either side of the hill. It was the last of a long and mighty mountain range which terminated in the land of fire.The view from the summit was an unobstructed line of sight for the many miles of forest up ahead, in the center of which lay the village of the Senjus( the future Konoha). From the precipice to the ground below was a drop of two thousand feet, a fact made all the more ominous now by the howling of the wind as it rushed its way past the valley. The last streaks of bluish haze of the day were swamped away by the grayish black sky that signaled the coming of dusk. That, however was not the only thing signaled on that fateful day. Upon the precipice stood a solitary figure, when viewed from the village he was a barely perceptible dot, yet the impact this man would have on the future would define the destiny of the generations that followed.....
PROLOGUE END
At that very moment...
The village of the senjus, a man and a boy with similar features stand outside a tent facing the hills.
Hashirama: The wind blows ominously, does it not?
Tobirama: Yes brother, it would appear so.
Hahirama: You may not know this, but it was said in the days of old that a massive storm such as the one before us today was the harbinger of great change
Tobirama: You would know, being the head of the clan.
Hahirama:....Is that resentment i detect in your voice, tobirama?
( Tobirama looks away resentfully)
Hashirama: ( smiling) it's all right, a little jealousy and rivalry is normal for siblings such as us, i know how you feel.
Tobirama looks at his brother in surprise.
Hashirama: But know this: no man lives forever, one day my time will come the responsibility for the protection of our clan will then rest on your shoulders. You must be prepared for that time.
Tobirama: Easy for you to say, mr. perfect shinobi. It must be fun to talk like that when you're strong....
Hashirama( puts his hand on his brother's shoulder): You may not understand what i will tell you today, but remember it always......i am not strong. I was weaker than you when i was at your age, if i have become what i am today it is only because of one thing and one thing alone: the will to protect others.
Tobirama: The.....what?
Hashirama: You see the true strength of a shinobi only emerges when he gives his all to protect someone who is precious to him. Protecting our loved ones is what truly makes us strong.
Tobirama's eyes have a different look in them
At the top of the cliff, the lone figure takes his cloak off his head. The moonlight shines brightly in the background, reflecting off of his red eyes with all the hate of his clan.
It's almost time, he muses............
MEMOIRS OF A MADMAN
The sky was overcast and colored in shades of gray as the breeze rushing past the cliff began to pick up pace. Relentlessly it forced itself upon the jagged mass of rock and stone, its direction swerving upon impact to either side of the hill. It was the last of a long and mighty mountain range which terminated in the land of fire.The view from the summit was an unobstructed line of sight for the many miles of forest up ahead, in the center of which lay the village of the Senjus( the future Konoha). From the precipice to the ground below was a drop of two thousand feet, a fact made all the more ominous now by the howling of the wind as it rushed its way past the valley. The last streaks of bluish haze of the day were swamped away by the grayish black sky that signaled the coming of dusk. That, however was not the only thing signaled on that fateful day. Upon the precipice stood a solitary figure, when viewed from the village he was a barely perceptible dot, yet the impact this man would have on the future would define the destiny of the generations that followed.....
PROLOGUE END
At that very moment...
The village of the senjus, a man and a boy with similar features stand outside a tent facing the hills.
Hashirama: The wind blows ominously, does it not?
Tobirama: Yes brother, it would appear so.
Hahirama: You may not know this, but it was said in the days of old that a massive storm such as the one before us today was the harbinger of great change
Tobirama: You would know, being the head of the clan.
Hahirama:....Is that resentment i detect in your voice, tobirama?
( Tobirama looks away resentfully)
Hashirama: ( smiling) it's all right, a little jealousy and rivalry is normal for siblings such as us, i know how you feel.
Tobirama looks at his brother in surprise.
Hashirama: But know this: no man lives forever, one day my time will come the responsibility for the protection of our clan will then rest on your shoulders. You must be prepared for that time.
Tobirama: Easy for you to say, mr. perfect shinobi. It must be fun to talk like that when you're strong....
Hashirama( puts his hand on his brother's shoulder): You may not understand what i will tell you today, but remember it always......i am not strong. I was weaker than you when i was at your age, if i have become what i am today it is only because of one thing and one thing alone: the will to protect others.
Tobirama: The.....what?
Hashirama: You see the true strength of a shinobi only emerges when he gives his all to protect someone who is precious to him. Protecting our loved ones is what truly makes us strong.
Tobirama's eyes have a different look in them
At the top of the cliff, the lone figure takes his cloak off his head. The moonlight shines brightly in the background, reflecting off of his red eyes with all the hate of his clan.
It's almost time, he muses............
