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"Do you believe in gods...boy? My name is Joy and Laughter, it is Power and Providence. I am The Light, now walk into it."


The dawn will come. It will come from despair and hatred, from solace and solitude. Like a setting sun it shall wane only to rise again. It shall linger, in hearts, as it does on the horizon. Like the children that grow from the nourishment of its light, the dawn shall gorge and grow upon the void, the hole in each and everyone of them. An addict would understand it best. An endless abyss with an endless NEED to fill it; the dawn understood it better than anyone else. He understood what it felt like, for a pure soul to be scarred by a corrupted world till its light could no longer push back against the ever entrapping shadows encroaching in. The dawn understood it, because that is all that it lives for. For years it has fallen and has risen. For generations it has denied the Pure Lands of its grace, lingering in the world that needed it most, lingering in the hearts that kept it alive. Because that is ALL that it lives for. It lives on for Joy, for Laughter, to deliver Power and Providence. When twilight fades and the night settles in, as darkness begins to take its place on the throne, the dawn will come.


On this day, the sun rose not from the east, but from the south. On this day, the dawn returned. It returned at its very namesake, the Land of Sun. A land of scattered islands devoid of village or shinobi, a holy place which few have step foot upon since founding of the first clans. It is a place buried in mysteries born of sailors' mouths that swear the place is bathed in constant day.

"Ya aint gon anywhere boi, I tell ya the place is haunted!"
"Dammit Wallace for the last time don't call it haunted! I want no curses 'round here ya hear me? It is a sacred place. Get it right before the gods punish you a third time."
"Twas no Gods that day. Don pay no mine to yo motha boi she a fine ninja but she ain't no sailor. If she couldn walk on water she be a drowner. Now ya listen here, it was a dark stormy night and the lads 'n I were chasing after what we thought were a light house right? Small little golden light waaaaaaaaaaaay out in the distance. We knew the currents had taken us south of the mist but none us reckon just how far from home we'd been pulled. And I tell ya boi something pulled us to that there island that night. Water n wind going erry which way and yet dragging us straight to her. Oh we were tryin ta head there alright, was hoping it was some small village's light house so we could hunker down until the sky clear away. But as we got closer ye ole little light started getting bigger and bigger, till Iroh on the crow's nest swore twas the morning sun comin on in. And when we got there boi. Light, from golden clouds hanging high on yonder, pushing away all da dark storm walls like they were ghosts being banished. And the water, calmed to a smooooooooooth low tide soon as we could see da sand bars. Jeriah hopped off the Misty Scabbard sayin he saw someting a glowin in the biggest mountain at the center. Heard not one word from the crew shoutin our warnings and goodbyes. That's why ya aint seen ya uncle Jeriah no mo boi, the island took him and it never let go. Don nothing natural nor holy glow in da darkest of storms like dat. Them currents was a beasty, tore apart many lesser boats and crews than us and ole Misty dat night and the only ting da coulda held back that demon was da devil himself ya hear? You become a sailor like ye ole man n ya promise me ya never set sail south. Go east towards the real sun boi."

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ON THIS DAY, Joy to the world, Laughter for the souls, Power to the worthy, Providence for the innocent. Let the heavens, and the sun in all its very nature, sing.

From the south to the north, stretching west to east. You could see it, golden light stretching out across the sky in a brilliant flash, seeming to fill the heavens entire faster than one could blink. From the desert sands of Sunagakure bathing in the morning sun to far opposing reaches where Kumo and Kiri lay under clouded darkness of the night. You could see it, as mother nature sang his praises. Sailors' whose ships sway to and fro against assaulting currents would calm along with the winds as they looked up to see clouds cast out like shadows, like puddles drying up in the summer sun. You could hear it, the singing. A faint ringing from above as white light turn golden. You could hear children cheering at the familiar sight and in wonder of the unfamiliar scale of it. Children of the Leaf and the Cloud cheered the loudest but you could hear them, everywhere. Children who recognized the golden sight from a comic book, or a game, from bed time stories and rumors here and there. You could hear the teenagers gawking and jeering, just old enough to remember the light from a decade ago. Still young enough to dream as the children did but old enough to question it being some natural phenomena... You could hear the adults, crying, the few who remember, and the few who knew. The adults who knew the dawn was real. The ones old enough to remember The Hundred Year Peace, who had awaited to see that same light years ago when Amoghisaddhi came to end it. The adults old enough to remember when they lost their homes, their families. The adults who knew that if Yukio was choosing to wake up now, that it was either to celebrate their survival and help rebuild, or he was here to help stop something far worse than the Otsutsuki disaster. You could feel it, the tension, the excitement. Sages would feel the truth. Though it may have seemed to have expanded from the south at the speed of light, the truth was everything was heading for the Land of Sun. Natural light from every corner rushed to a focal point as if it was a black hole in a glorious display. They would feel the energies being dominated and commanded, feel the weather bending knee in kind. It would be as if the sun itself knelt and gave up some of its power in a welcoming display. Power that held partial key to a lock. Sensory shinobi of even the lower magnitudes would feel it, an explosion of chakra from the south that had previously been invisible to the senses, as if a barrier had suddenly been torn down. It was un-natural. Years would have to be taken to store up so much, a decade even. To them it would stand out more than the suddenly glowing sky. Even the sensory deprived could feel it, for the singing echoed deep into one's soul as it was the collective prayers of the world entire that made up its chorus. All would feel the approaching dawn.

golden light would linger in the sky for but a moment before seemingly vanishing before the eyes as Mount Takamagahara had taken what it needed and began to glow in the same very manner. Deep beneath its rock in a hollow chamber lay the dawn sleeping, training. Sealed away in the mountain, into its own dimension where time slows to a crawl. Ten years have passed for the world, fifty long gone for the dawn. It is here in its solitude it can rest and grow stronger, more capable, more prepared. Algorithms encompassing forgotten knowledge of centuries past and secrets of clans and shinobi renowned in their creation lay deeply carved into the surrounding rock, scrolls and tags. Fuinjutsu and Jujutsu on every inch of the hollow chamber all surrounded by layers of seals and barrier ninjutsu to cover it all up. As the soul sealed inside the room reacted to the world beyond it told the garbled mess of encoded scripts that it was time, like a caged animal beating against the walls as it demanded to be let out. And so the tether became yet another of the keys, signaling for the ritual of the awakening to begin. Body and soul became anchored together once more like a shadow being re-sown to the sole. Curses would be lifted, shackles torn and with a similar yet smaller flash of brilliant light like before, Yukio would emerge from the mountain core.


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As the golden light above Konohagakure faded away it would be replaced by brilliant white flashes everywhere under a newly darkened sky for the dawn would choose the Leaf as its first destination the moment it awoke. Decided by familiar feelings and a gut wrenching sensation that told Yukio of something terrible beyond the negative emotions he lay deeply connected to. Everyday, every little ounce of despair replaced with a sudden desperation as a soul called out to old friends in danger. The same kind of feeling that warned him of a terrible future a mere decade ago. Consciousness that had been stretched across the world focused on the hidden leaf before the emergence of the dawn, giving the Senju the forewarning needed.

He would emerge, in the same brilliant white light flashes that had light up the now darkened streets, just as the third individual to have catch his attention would begin to play around with fire release. He would sense the Uchiha's error, or should he say, genius, before he could finish molding it and cause an accident. To protect himself and the others around, Konoha's Guiding Light would cloak the surrounding people in the very same aura that made his armor, the same energy that would have sent the chakra sensory shinobi of before into high alert as they seemed to suddenly gain the power of sages. It was a Holy armor that did many things but among them acted as a defensive layer that pushed back against foreign chakra's trying to enter, rendering genjutsu quite useless. Curiosity couldn't help but illuminate from the golden eyes of the Senju as he watched on at Jin Uchiha's display. No longer in need of worry by its illusionary affects that threatened to emerge, all that was left to witness was whether or not the boy could control it. They all got the answer about as quickly as Yukio had appeared as the jutsu became unstable and sent the young Uchiha flying in a similar manner to the first individual who had caught Yukio's attention and had been the primary reason he chose the Leaf as his first stop. A mere snap of the male's finger's was all it took to save Jin from his impending collision, instead dropping him back in front of the Senju where he had just stood a moment ago. The sound of Yukio's snap as well as the plop from Jin hitting the ground ass first would be overshadowed by a loud...



Among the many tools and various objects stored within Yukio's invisible Fuinjutsu seals along his body, practical joke items were certainly among the most abundant next to weed and adventuring gear. Chief among the classics, a whoopee cushion. As Jin fell towards his safety and one of Yukio's classic pranks, the Senju would form a single half sign with the opposite appendage that had snapped a split second before. With perfect timing, the child would land as his dreamy monochrome flames smashed against the tree and turned a vibrant gold. Just as the heavens above it would be overtaken and commanded to extinguish itself, leaving the tree and everyone else unharmed. All around them the white flashes would continue as the entire village had began to fill the streets in a stir. Many pointed up at the darkened sky, black clouds now shutting out the mid day sun that had changed color just moments before, others began to rush towards the supply drops of the surrounding lights. Stalls, stages, games, rides and so much more set up around the entire village as if a festival had started. The cheering of the children from before now grew to an uproar as many of them spotted the figures appearing in and out of the flashing lights who were starting to take places up in a few of the stations as if to urge on the rest of the villagers to pick a spot and start having fun. Some adults walked outside to see similar wares of their stores now set up in stalls out front as if they were just begging them to get to work. It was as if whoever was setting up the festival had years to plan, or was someone who knew them all personally. It was as if Yukio knew everything they wanted and needed to laugh and have fun.

"It's Yukio! It's Yukio!"
"He's real!"


"Thank the Gods he's finally back, does Kumo know?"
"Didn't you see that light? It stretched out beyond the horizon, there's no way he didn't alert the Land of Lightning."
"I thought he was just a comic book character..."
"I TOLD you he was real!"
"Shut up nerd."
"Where's the real one? Is he talking to Hokage-sama?"

With the rest of the village becoming a crescendo that started out with confused mumbling and rose to a celebratory chorus, Yukio would finally set his sight on the first and second individuals that brought him to the Hidden Leaf. Ryojin would be able to feel the same kind of sensation as the sensory ninja before as a warmth engulfed the boy. Where the first felt by the others was a heralding, what Ryojin would experience was like an affectionate and grateful embrace that waned as quickly as it appeared it. It was a hug given by the same energy radiating from Konoha's Guiding Light. The chakra armor cloaking the others would fade away the same moment the embrace on Ryojin was released. Yukio would set new senses upon the boy to replace the ones that failed him before and what he saw confirmed his suspicions. A life force as radiant as Yukio's chakra. It was no wonder the young man was able to catch Gyoken before Yukio's seal could be undone and he could teleport to the rescue first. It took every ounce of Yukio's mental strength to keep up his playful facade as he looked down at the Uchiha in Ryojin's grasp. The same sight that was placed on his savior set upon him, and the sight nearly broke the man.


It was him, after decades of searching for the chance to apologize, it was him. The soul was a reincarnation, Yukio could feel the pull of old bonds he could only feel from such souls. A small part of Yukio questioned it, begged to test it. But the Senju wouldn't dare wake his long dead brother from such an exhausted state. There would be another time. He could push back the doubt inside of him, the soul was a match, Yukio was sure of it. Hell, they even looked alike. He became use to seeing old souls with new faces, maybe it was the resemblance that left him shaken up? All of it lay buried, beneath the mask. Yukio dare not let it go, not in front of children. Not in front of HIM. Yukio never showed the real him to Gyoken, he wanted nothing but joy and pranks for the boy. How would he be different? Was he still the little prankster Yukio tried raising him into? He doubted it, he hadn't been here for him like befo-

enough, Enough, ENOUGH!

Yukio buried it all before the emotions could begin to erupt from his aura again and looked back up at Ryojin.


"Nice catch kid! Tell me, do ya like fireworks?"

Before Ryojin could utter his answer the white flashing lights around the village came to a halt as the last of the preparations were completed, leaving the darkened sky to be suddenly lit up with fireworks of all shapes and colors.

the celebrations kicked into gear and the sky was reignited with a wonderous display of lights one figure could be seen slowly approaching the hokage manor, the one area of about 5 blocks surrounding the building that had been kept clear of festivities out of security and respect. The same senses that had reached out to Gyoken would be set upon a man standing upon the roof of his office, Ketsugo Uzumaki. As they did so, golden stairs of condensed light would shape before the building leading up to its summit, allowing the figure to approach the hokage face to face. And such is what it was, he would not appear before his old friend with a mere clone like the others. He would hope the Fuinjutsu master would understand why he was not the first in the village Yukio met, having only just recently switching himself for a clone in the Uchiha Compound. Upon arriving at the roof and standing before the Hokage, the Senju would outstretch his closed fist in a greeting that would be echoed by his voice appearing in Ketsugo's inner being. This communication was similar to a tailed beast host speaking to their bijuu and was only capable for Yukio with those he is closest to either in this life or one of their previous ones which have openly accepted the bond. It was a way for Yukio to allow his most trusted friends to recognize it was truly him before them and not some imposter. And Ketsugo was a friend Yukio trusted enough to take off the mask and let go of the facade.

"Forgive me... I couldn't protect either of the villages. But what I sensed back then wasn't Amoghisaddhi. I can still feel it lingering in the future. We need to talk..."



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Standing in silence he took in the calmness owed to him by the position he possessed. Suzaku's vermillion orbs pierced onto Ketsugo carefully listening to each word that escaped from his lips. Suzaku smiled as his thoughts recessed in his mind, here he was proven that his rival and himself were complete opposites. Ketsugo's ideals were manufactured differently and were why Suzaku always bumped heads. Two men of different principles, but both ended in the same resolution. In other words, while Suzaku was Yang, Ketsugo was Yin but both were produced from the same origin. While the two natures were completely different when fused they created a monstrous strength that seemed mythical. Before sound could be fabricated and transformed into words, the Sage's attention targeted mysterious phenomena.


White light poured through the window of the Hokage's office. Suzaku's innate sensory abilities were able to spot and thoroughly follow the light to its destination. The chakra and hue of light were all familiar to the legend of Yukio. This was shortly confirmed when the light manifested into a being whose chakra was mildly familiar. With his eyes closed a curious vein curled up on the side of his head in frustration as he attempted to hold back the simmering fiery deity entrapped within, a deity that offered him no benefit that he would take part in.

"It seems the traitor has returned," Suzaku said with resentment. Where did this resentment come from? Numerous reasons could be brought to one's attention. Maybe because their abilities were vastly different but held similarities and Suzaku's ego wanted hoped to pulverize the now-Kumogakure shinobi to show him that not even his illuminated body was not safe from Suzaku's heat and firey prowess. Or maybe Suzaku despised Yukio because he was able to avoid death even though he betrayed Konohagakure. Suzaku had been bounded by the Land of Fire, but luckily his dedication strengthen the militaristic power of the leaf, and this was extremely important to him. How could a traitor have a better reputation than a person who relinquished the role of Hokage? The answer was asinine and unacceptable.

Suzaku's footsteps drew closer to Ketsugo. His expression was far from hidden as he was furious about Yukio's return. Even though he had no longer held the position of Hokage, without verbal utterance a call went out from his voice to speak to the man who currently held the position. "I've seen you make a lot of dimwitted decisions in the past, but I hope you're not letting a foreigner stroll into the Land of Fire. He could potentially gather information for the Land of Lightning. I don't even know why someone has the Senju bloodline is even able to see the light of day outside of Konohagakure." Suzaku's voice was volcanic and it now became a struggle to contain the scorching entity within side his body.


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It was a quiet day like any other, the bustling day to day of Leaf City was as lively as ever with individuals carrying out their ordinary activities as one would expect. This city carried hundreds of years of history behind it, having dealt with many wars, much suffering, great deaths, and total destruction at several points throughout its history. Many of the greatest threats and evils originated from this very city proving that the confines of history were not always kind to it, however, for the moment, this very moment in time, there was peace. The question with this peace remains however, how long will it last? Is this the dawn of a new era of peace? Or is it simply the calm before an inevitable storm? The world works with the force of balance in command, every great evil is eventually eliminated by the forces of good.. and every time of peace is disrupted shortly after by the forces of evil.. what would it be this time?

On that very note, the brilliant array of the sun began to once again shine vibrantly across the majestic blue sky. Its radiance blessed the city with the benevolence of its light and energy, its warmth and grace acting as a source of life for all living things on the planet. It was naturally bright and warm being midday as it were, the time frame in which the sun reigned over its domain at the highest point. At a particular region of the city however, the radiance of the sun became brighter, warmer, and far more concentrated into a single point, a sunbeam which instantly formed upon the rooftop of a specific building, one that so happened to be the office of the Hokage himself. This sunbeam would wash over the building for several moments, within its very confines the manifestation of a figure would form itself into that of a man. The very presence of this man brought a supernatural feeling of peace and pacification for most within a mile radius. The man himself did not bear a normal disposition to him, it was as though he were a living cluster of sunlight and holy energy. The feeling itself was in no way pervasive or imposing, however the undeniability of it was inevitable.

Shortly after his manifestation, the beam of light vanished just ast instantly as it had arrived, and so did the feeling of the man's presence beyond that of a few meters around him. There was a light glow which radiated from his body with a beautiful golden hue, thin in structure however very warm and welcoming. The man himself was fit in structure, of reasonable height and muscle mass, denoting he was very healthy in an obvious manner. His skin was a pale sun bleached tone, his silky sky blue hair ran down his back reaching near his ankles in length, and his eyes a light lavender hue, it was obvious that this man was not entirely human whatsoever, and in fact hailed from the same bloodline of the entities who recently brought calamity to the world, the Otsutsuki. Golden earrings hung from his ears, and a particular pendant hung from his neck of the same hue. His body was ordained in fine silky robes which bore extravagant designs, his feet covered in fine shoes, it was obvious too that he was of very high and noble status.. but from where did this authority derive? Who was this man? Where did he come from?

This individual happened to be none other than the High Priest and leader of the Order of Takamagahara Monks, the former Lord of the Hyuga Clan, Toshiro Hyuga himself. Here he was, after ten long years of being away from the village, having been upon a spiritual journey atop Mount Takamagahara. The invaluable knowledge, training and eventual evolution to Moksha (Enlightenment) has been a life changing experience for the High Priest as he has religiously treaded the Noble Eightfold Path. During his journey, he had become a devout follower of the sun god Surya, the patriarchal deity of the Takamagahara Monk Order. The High Priest had in fact just returned from a separate dimension, a higher spiritual plane parallel to our own, some call it the Spirit World. He had been there for the last year consistently, however having gone many times in the past. His journey through the Spirit World as well as Pure Land itself has opened his eyes to many truths that not even the blessed Byakugan can reveal. Truly life changing.

He had remained quiet and still for a moment, taking in the environment, for the first time in so long. Looking over the city from the top of the Hokage's Office for a short time, sensing the very pollution of the living world for the first time in so long. It was… disgusting… mankind, Shinobi or not were.. filthy… sin covered creatures who enjoyed squirming in the mire and mud like feral beast with nothing but basic instincts in mind. They lived out their mundane existence in grief and suffering, trapped within the bounds of Samsara, a cycle which the High Priest had long since transcended. It would be saddening to him, had he the capacity to feel such emotions, however in his case he did not. Being unbounded and untethered by such trivial things as emotions, he was simply fascinated and disappointed at the level of depravity that was apparent. He could sense the presence of a demonic man nearby, no doubt this was Suzaku Goka, however what really was interesting was the presence of another blessed by the grace of his Lord Surya, who was this..? "This world is a mess…" the thought rang through his head. His hand slid against the metal bar which acted as a divider from the ground below. It was after this moment, a sign escaped his mouth, but nothing else.. he did not physically move his lips to say a word, however oddly enough, his voice would be clear as day to everyone present, including the Hokage himself, a feat accomplished through the monk's Tongue Consciousness (舌識, "Zesshiki")

"I've returned…"

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The feelings of the fiery sage were clear, as visible as the radiance on this peculiar day. Nigh impossible to be missed by the sage, or anyone who had basic cognitive functions to read body language or thoroughly comprehend language.

Ketsugo was different from Suzaku, but what made them so dissimilar - was it nurture or nature?

The pride of the whirlpool, an unstoppable force of nature; the maelstrom that succumbs to nothing but owns expanse. Or is it because of each individual has distinctive backgrounds, and histories? The combination of nurture and nature forged two strong pillars, although unlike in height, weight, and strength they were comrades. Each member of the garrison, each dreaded by and esteemed by all the forts and nations. Each mindset was different leading to more viewpoints, yet sometimes more ideas are not agreeable. In this case the two sages were in alignment, seeing the opportunity the Land of Wind has presented. Whether the Land of Wind willing or unwilling wants to work with the Land of Fire doesn’t matter, what has happened – happened; leading to the future time that has to come.

Before Suzaku could formulate words in response, an abnormal amount of energy pervaded throughout heaven. Its reach stretched beyond the sensory compass of the transcendent. The vigorous light was filled with joy, peace, fullness and perhaps more. It seemed to seek and ease the mind, whether naturally or unnaturally, did not escape the fact this could be a threat or an attack in itself. It could perhaps just be the natural physical and spiritual radiance of the phenomena. The Aka Majishan believed it was the reawakening of a comrade, this is because the radiance released was familiar – Senju; Yukio, the supposed guiding light of Konoha. The dynamism of the source too wasn’t filled with any loose or untidy energies, as it all seemed to cling too and around the source and with its recollection of energy pouring into the being.

The awakening of Yukio...

It was eventful, all within the compass of the sage. Through the mind’s eye Ketsugo watched, taking into account of the Senju arrival and activity within the nation. Soon the tall warrior stood before the encrypted man, outstretching his hand to fist bump, the now flaxen eyes of the Uzumaki observed for a second or two. It was a gesture performed over a decade ago, so it was slightly unrecognizable to the receding mortality – of an immortal person; who stood face to face with someone with much life. It was like looking in the mirror but from the past, and much has passed since the two last met. Ketsugo blinked and was able to gather despite the fleeted memory, proceeding to place his own flesh against Yukio’s. The transcendent allowed the line of communication to a layer of his consciousness, through accepting the gesture thought waves were able to be shared amongst the two. Ketsugo listened to the apology then removed the access to entry, exiting the mental space but with a smile on face seemingly welcoming home a friend.

Before Ketsugo could proceed, Suzaku interjected boldly. Concerns were voiced, the resentment the vermillion had for the black-haired man was to be expected. It was not baseless, Ketsugo continued on with his strange smile as he walked past Yukio and to the rail that acted as a border. Cerulean orbs now opened staring at the buildings ahead, to glancing at the people passing by. His mind drifted…

“As life is giveth, live is taketh. Break bread with those company thy enjoy, and take comfort in the life time has given. It is by what all things must follow, nigh the existence of the idols themselves, separate thy from which follows – death: for life is longed for by some.

The rage and the wrath of the currents, the smooth and silkiness of the stream, the discord and the mayhem. That which all follows, the flow of the path, the flow of the alignment, the flow of truth, and the flow of absolution. All mysteries that lie… All mysteries lie… lie… D-ttt…time: the stillness of the laminar is …ahhh”

A sigh escaped him...
...the awakening of...

借金 Shakkin 有料 Yūryō
まだ Mada

...A memory...
"The wiles of your world... has been given to you in more ways than you could have ever imagined alone. Without me, there is no solution to the path you wish to achieve... You have bested me two times, each memorable is a bane to my existenceeeeee. Yet the absolution in WHO andddd WHAT I am... hehe..he is what is to be the bane of yours... Our agreement... No... Something much more profound, intricate... ARCHAIC... arcane... No no no no. You cannot escape for the greed and the lust of your desire compels you to be YOU."

The memory faded quick as the arrival of Toshiro Hyuga. With his arrival completing the prophecy Zoshima told, the next threshold in history must be met... Ketsugo wasn't surprised, for his mind was already occupied with a tirade of thoughts. Each separate and each conflicting, a nod was given to acknowledge everyone's presence and predestined arrival. Now the Aka Majishan began.

"My beloved friends, it is a time unlike any other. Suzaku of the Yohi, the Fire Demon, the wrathfull yet necessary spirit of the pillars. Toshiro, what else must I say of a monk who has evolved, who has earned a spot in time. Yukio, the once guiding light of Konoha .. We have much to talk about, but before proceeding within the presence of us here. Now is the time to choose - a shinobi of land of fire or a shinobi of land of lightning?"

There was nothing else to be said from Aka Majishan until he was given the answer, and based on the choice taken, the paths of all individuals here will write the course of this history. There was absolutely no malice, but it was sliced clean and straight to the point. As if the question held a knife to Yukio's throat - because the consequences were all reliant upon him. After Ketsugo asked the question, he walked towards Toshiro and stood before him with his cerulean orbs.


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All things somehow felt heavier as a chill drifted across the space. A dark and sinister air shuddered the very fabric of all those present, feeding fear and distrust among them. This distasteful thing also known as heat shrouded around Suzaku Goka and expanded expeditiously until all could feel his aura. The heat increased dramatically as the man became the embodiment of a furnace continuously emitting waves of heat that could eventually become unbearable to all. The humidity that discharged from the tanned man's body also acted as a shield enabling him to thrust foreign chakra and jutsu from contacting his durable skin. Space and time continued to work in tandem with each other as it summoned being who were otherworldly. His skin was pale as if his body had not absorbed any amount of sunlight and innately decided to hide his physical presence from that of the Sun, but this was all hypothetical. His eyes were like pearls beautiful augmentations of the infamous Hyuga Clan.

With no response from the Senju, he left him alone to Ketsugo's bidding but knew that one day he would decimate the Senju in a battle where no one could intervene. To Suzaku, he branded Yukio a trader to the Konohagakure and was only punishable by death. While knowledge of the old was not accessible no matter how old one was, Suzaku shared a common trait with his Konoha ancestors, more so Danzo. The vermillion orbs stared blankly into the sky as he envisioned the future of Konohagakure and the Land of Fire as a whole. The sage would sit in silence as the demon's fit bloomed in an ugly manner, choosing to say nothing at the time which was a rarity for him. The steam that had been pooling from his body continued as it was a manifestation of his anger.

It was time for the Konohagakure forces to reunite and be under one roof. Using his psionic abilities, his chakra molded into a gigantic humanoid figure that replicated the features of Suzaku. Its presence was more spiritual than physical and mirrored an intangible ability shown by Holograms. Summoning the God's Eye View Approach technique the formidable perception-type ability allowed Suzakuto to manipulate an astral projection in order to project his spirit outward into the sky to peer down upon the landscape, viewing all things. The Astral projection's voice was far deeper and more jarring than Suzaku's as it spoke to all the shinobi present in the Land of Fire. "You are to report to the Hokage's office Immediately! Don't waste my or the Hokage's time you grunts!" Suzaku spoke through the humanoid figure awaiting to see the group of shinobi race each other to the Hokage's office.



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The Aka Majishan figured with the return of the monks, each of them would have much to talk about but that appeared not to be the case. After his address to both men, they continued on in silence as if they were an animal playing dead. This was not amusing, it was concerning and an odd occurrence for these two particular individuals. Maybe there was a lapse in memory or cognitive function, but regardless, enough time passed and Ketsugo signaled with his eyes towards hidden operatives to come forward whilst also gesturing with his right hand. Upon their arrival, Aka Majishan verbally communicated for Toshiro and Yukio to be escorted to a prison cell beneath the Hokage's residence. They were brought to and within the jail, and these men would not be allowed to manipulate chakra because of the sealing tags, which are hidden within the walls that function to destabilize the physical and spiritual energies of anything within its radius. These men would be allowed to exit once they broke from their silence and readied to speak with the Supreme Leader.

Soon after, the atmospheric temperature increased with Suzaku's essence. The thermal energy surrounding the environment encapsulated the area, with the increase in heat the Aka Majishan responded immediately through the manipulation of his own aura to tightly secure himself, and those within the radius of Suzaku's furnace. The Majishan's chakra fills the role of a protective shield, its dense and refined composition effectively warding off any negative consequences that could happen to those within the radius of Suzaku.

"Stop such foolishness"

The Aka Majishan spoke sharply, as if a knife was slicing through bread or if someone's hand was reaching through the surface of the water. The awe-inspiring resolute of the Supreme Leader's words were coming from a position of clear authority as if his linguistics came from divine rule. Cerulean orbs turned towards the Yohi who was threatening the safety of those around, such a foreboding presence was to be subdued before it could do more harm than intended.

The right arm of the Majishan raised and extended outwards, facing the railing of the rooftop with palm wide open. A cloud of smoke appeared from the space-time continuum, anchored and controlled by the innumerable amount of commandments within the Majishan's vessel. Landing in his right palm is Scroll of Gyōshū (収穫, Harvesting Scroll, Viz: Assembling Scroll). The maroon scroll began to unravel itself partially through the assistance of the left hand and with a few yards of scroll revealed, the kanji upon the ninja tool illuminated an iridescent tone. Bursting outwards of the scroll a nigh translucent substance nigh instantly encapsulated across the projected chakra of Suzaku's that attempted to cast a technique. As soon as the substance grasped hold, snuffed the expanded chakra control away from Suzuaku by forcefully shifting the balance of ratios within and pulling them apart into physical and spiritual energies, afterward absorbing those energies into the respective seals. This scroll is relative to but the far superior version of the already impressive Fire Sealing Method. Before Suzaku could do what he thought would conjure, would have been countered before it could fully materialize. Once done, Ketsugo returned the scroll back to the Isle. The actions completed were in sync with his words, displaying nonchalantly his reaction nature and speed unintentionally.

"I will be heading to the Land of Water. The opportunity in the Land of Wind is one that cannot be ignored. In my perceived absence, I trust you and Yozu to not burn the village down or harm any of the people of my nation without just...cause."

With those words said, Ryojin appeared from the utilization of his ninja tool. Ketsugo walked towards the lad and grasped him by the shoulder, riddled across his student's body would temporarily hover runic inscriptions that soon would envelop the both of them. However, with the speed it had done would be nigh imperceptible even to a mastered three-tomoe sharingan user. Once set Ketsugo vanished from space, as well as his apprentice at speeds that simply made them seem gone. The reasoning for this was, Itta - was on a voyage toward the Land of Water.