A man stood on a tall mountain, pointing to the sky. A beam of light came down, bathing him in light from the heavens. Black hair waved calmly around while below, chaos had taken route and spread to the far corners of the world. The path of heaven had opened to the world, but those on the world below were bathed in the eternal chaos. Him...only he was able to walk that path. The path of heaven. He was walking it alone, reaching the top by himself. Then later...he came down, as a king. In that chaos, he ruled. He ruled all. In non-elegant clothes, he ruled all. But that was just a dream that Souji Tendou was having. And he woke up abruptly when a pot of freezing cold water was dumped on him by some of his genin and chuunin friends. He growled at them and chased them all around his grandmother's shop with a broom, swiping at them at every chance that he could get, having had rocks tied to his hands and feet by his friends while he slept. Surprisingly, this didn't slow him down in the least. He was mad, but that playful kind of mad. He managed to get them all and forced them to eat his grandmother's natto, which wasn't really a punishment, but a reward since it was so delicious! But his grandmother had a mission for him today, a very express delivery!
His grandmother had gotten an order for a couple bowls of her famous Natto all the way from Konohagakure. He would have to travel by himself though, since his grandmother trusted no one else to deliver the natto. With a backpack full of food and a specially made container for the natto, he was off! Over the Great Naruto Bridge he sped, a smile on his face. He ran all the way to the Konohagakure forest, seeing no one the first time around. The entire trek took him 2 days or so, but he made it to his destination with the natto (and himself) in one piece, completely un-injured.
On his way back through the Konohagakure forest however, he saw a black haired man, battered and bloodied. He turned the man over, and what he saw horrified him. It was him, Souji himself, a blank stare looking back up. He opened his eyes, laying in a small pool of his own blood, the First Tsurugi hanging on his back. He had a memory of a better time while he was passed out. He looked to where he was, looking around a bit. He was at the gate of Takigakure. All the injuries he sustained on his travels were catching up with him. He limped to the gates then passed out once again, another pool of blood making itself known.
Sat Jul 23, 2011 1:51 pm by 
