Post by Kaji on Apr 27, 2007 14:45:33 GMT -5
The exhibition of death was flourishing, the carnage spewing into a personified eruption of departure. The dishonored assailent's death would soon be celebrated, however it was the drawn out tormentation of his physical presence that would tarnish his soul into a deteriorated figure. For Kenji kept his face solid while Shijin unleashed his clan's limit upon the Kaguya. It was creative yes, but Kenji had always found their thirst to be a hinderance in reality. No matter, it kept Shijin yearning death...and that kept the onslaught of madness hurdling forward.
Kenji remained stoic throughout the entire performance, a smile surfacing every moment or so. However overall he had a lingering detachement from the situation, his eyes looking yet gaining nothing from his surroundings. His mind was elsewhere; for he was plotting, deviating, and of couse...planning a genocide of hate that would span more than just stone. He had for too long tormented and sucked stone dry of any material value and worthiness. It was time...time to expand the horizons to which the underground would thrive. Peace would be present, Nature would be prevelent, however the constant ballistics of Shinobi countries clashing and squabbling amongst themselves would be over. It was sad to see a world, to which it's people should be respecting the very earth that their mangled and cursed frames stand upon, disgrace it with humane political conflicts. However, death was as necessary in the world as life itself, and the two went hand in hand in creating an Ideal prefecture. Kenji's goal was by no means to create some sort of "perfect world". It was merely to obtain what he could from it, kill those who disrespect what has been so gracefully given to them, and cleanse this world from the political corruption that seeps it's way into the very soul of the world to which this generation thrives.
No matter, at the awarness of Shijins words, he sprang forth from such thougts...looking upon Naraku with solemn eyes. He said nothing in response to the blood-craving demon, simply nodding to confirm his words. For his pair of worn eyes looked upon the deprived frame with distaste, the site bringing discomfort to his being. With a graceful, precise movement; Kenji's hand whipped outward, in such a blinding manner that his limb itself seemed to meld into the very dimension to which it moved. His long, battered fingers belted themselves around the struggling assasin's throat, gently cradling it for a mere second. Kenji looked into the man's eyes, taking in what he could from the situation. For here this man kneeled, Pain wreaking itself throught his entire being...and Kenji savored every minute of it. He let the pain ring out in such a manner, to which it's omnipresent form seemed to cry outward.
And thus...It was silenced. In an instant the cradling hand tightened into an iron-locked grip that tore the very esophagul organ from his being. It ripped into his flesh without blades, the fingers merely lacerating themselves through the Kaguya's skin. With another quick, yet solid movement, another hand plunged into his rib-cage; again seemingly attaining the impossible by inserting itself through flesh, bone, and spirit. It was a ghastly and grizzly display, and as Kenji effortlessly removed himself from the Kaguya's anatomy, blood pouring forth in unnatural amounts.
It was a crimson waterfall as blood split upon the cave's canvas, marking it cardinal as it spewed forth. And so the Osamu turned towards the blood demon, whiping his hands with a torn fiber of the Kaguya's clothes. With a fluid motion, the wooden flute was brought forth, and pressed to Kenji's lips, the sound again moving forth to ease away the pain that had settled onto the cave's chamber.
The flawless harmony intonated the entire cavern, it's grace presenting itself against any sin and wrong doing. It spoke out for quite some time, however it was not known how long...for the seconds melted away in the mere precence of such a divine pitch.
The tone was eventually silenced, the room, no matter how much blood was gashed forth, it seemed cleansed. And thus Kenji spoke, his voice resonating in a concise manner.
"Dead..."
Kenji remained stoic throughout the entire performance, a smile surfacing every moment or so. However overall he had a lingering detachement from the situation, his eyes looking yet gaining nothing from his surroundings. His mind was elsewhere; for he was plotting, deviating, and of couse...planning a genocide of hate that would span more than just stone. He had for too long tormented and sucked stone dry of any material value and worthiness. It was time...time to expand the horizons to which the underground would thrive. Peace would be present, Nature would be prevelent, however the constant ballistics of Shinobi countries clashing and squabbling amongst themselves would be over. It was sad to see a world, to which it's people should be respecting the very earth that their mangled and cursed frames stand upon, disgrace it with humane political conflicts. However, death was as necessary in the world as life itself, and the two went hand in hand in creating an Ideal prefecture. Kenji's goal was by no means to create some sort of "perfect world". It was merely to obtain what he could from it, kill those who disrespect what has been so gracefully given to them, and cleanse this world from the political corruption that seeps it's way into the very soul of the world to which this generation thrives.
No matter, at the awarness of Shijins words, he sprang forth from such thougts...looking upon Naraku with solemn eyes. He said nothing in response to the blood-craving demon, simply nodding to confirm his words. For his pair of worn eyes looked upon the deprived frame with distaste, the site bringing discomfort to his being. With a graceful, precise movement; Kenji's hand whipped outward, in such a blinding manner that his limb itself seemed to meld into the very dimension to which it moved. His long, battered fingers belted themselves around the struggling assasin's throat, gently cradling it for a mere second. Kenji looked into the man's eyes, taking in what he could from the situation. For here this man kneeled, Pain wreaking itself throught his entire being...and Kenji savored every minute of it. He let the pain ring out in such a manner, to which it's omnipresent form seemed to cry outward.
And thus...It was silenced. In an instant the cradling hand tightened into an iron-locked grip that tore the very esophagul organ from his being. It ripped into his flesh without blades, the fingers merely lacerating themselves through the Kaguya's skin. With another quick, yet solid movement, another hand plunged into his rib-cage; again seemingly attaining the impossible by inserting itself through flesh, bone, and spirit. It was a ghastly and grizzly display, and as Kenji effortlessly removed himself from the Kaguya's anatomy, blood pouring forth in unnatural amounts.
It was a crimson waterfall as blood split upon the cave's canvas, marking it cardinal as it spewed forth. And so the Osamu turned towards the blood demon, whiping his hands with a torn fiber of the Kaguya's clothes. With a fluid motion, the wooden flute was brought forth, and pressed to Kenji's lips, the sound again moving forth to ease away the pain that had settled onto the cave's chamber.
The flawless harmony intonated the entire cavern, it's grace presenting itself against any sin and wrong doing. It spoke out for quite some time, however it was not known how long...for the seconds melted away in the mere precence of such a divine pitch.
The tone was eventually silenced, the room, no matter how much blood was gashed forth, it seemed cleansed. And thus Kenji spoke, his voice resonating in a concise manner.
"Dead..."