Loyal Shinobi @starvedwclf
"I may be....but I have to do something...."
A villager shook his head, watching many others hurriedly run in the opposite direction of the flames. It was still far but rumours have said it engulfed anything in matter of seconds. The villagers weren't sure where to go, as long as it was as far away from the demon that should have just been a story used to scare children.
Kuro, the Divine Heir, a young adult now. The flames that had destroyed Ashina and killed his friends, taken the one that mattered most to him. Gone all because of the cursed heritage. His identity still hidden, letting the tales of his death spread among those who still remembered him.
He survived the destruction. Waking up in the rubble, a beam pinning him down for who knows how long. The scar and burns littered his body bit healed over the years. The only place he knew that was free from the madness was the Dilapidated Temple. Sitting there for days, the seasons passing by as he eyed the carved buddhas that were left to dust over time. The sight of his Loyal Shinobi terrorizing his dreams, making it hard to get any sleep at all. Shivering for hours as tears drenched his face. The tears that were used to swear the Shinobi into Immortal Oath. Staining the eroded floorboards.
He knew he shouldn't hide in the temple. He had to somehow save the other from permanently being shura. There were many regrets he had, being so weak as he was only just a child in this horrid world that was greedy for power.
Kuro looked into the distance, hand tightening on the katana at his hip. The scars and callouses on his hands showing how hard he had trained.
"You're walking to your own death."
"I know....but at least I'll die knowing I tried..."
Kuro walked to the flames. The trees becoming engulfed by the heat, many not surviving as it was swift. Birds flew as far and as fast as their wings could take them, only to fall as their feathers burned. The sky now smoky in contrast to the blue cloudless sky. It was as if two forces were now facing in a battle that would decide the fate of these lands.
The young samurai continued walking, his purpose absolute, no fear in his eyes. The flames reflected upon his eyes, stopping in his tracks as he saw a familiar figure. Appearing different but he knew it was him. The only one consumed by the flames of hatred. He would not draw his sword. Not yet.
"Okami....I finally found you...do..." he paused for a moment, wondering what he should say. "Do you remember me?"
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