Lucem
Ten Thousand Club
[SIZE= 20px]The Land of Water (5 Months Later)[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 16px]Kouki[/SIZE]
As he applied pressure, Kouki could feel the dark-colored sphere being crushed beneath the force of his teeth. Swallowing, he carefully tied the string that kept the recently opened sack closed, several pills kept within. With a sigh, he set the rations at his side, tapping against one another as they settled on the log that was illuminated by small flames.
Kindling in hand, the boy stoked the dying fire, its soft orange glow merging with the intense crimson cast from his tired eyes. While he could not feel it, Kouki was sure that his body had been affected by the Land of Water's colder climate. With that in mind, his journey had come to a pause, taking a brief moment to replenish his strength and warm the unfeeling body to the best of his ability.
Reaching into his coat, he withdrew a small slip of paper, unfolding it to reveal faded ink across the damaged, yellow surface. Despite being surrounded by dense mist, his vision remained unobscured as he looked over the self-made map. Eyes trailing over the detailed markings, he followed the route that had guided his way thus far, taking note of his current position.
Following his departure from the Land of Iron many months ago, he began to slowly fill out the formerly blank sheet as he worked towards his goal. In the wake of the war, many countries and villages had become vulnerable due to the damages they sustained, making it easy for certain people to take advantage of their weakened state. He had taken upon himself to deal with those aforementioned individuals, putting a stop to those who sought to cause others harm in a time when healing was needed. While it by no means made up for his past sins, he sought to contribute in any possible way. Unfortunately, it wasn't possible for him to aid others directly or assist with more complex matters. Something like this was all that he could do. It was all that he was good for.
Since he began his mission, Kouki had been very dedicated. It was all he ever thought of, every waking moment spent in the pursuit of his objective. In that span of time, he relied on pills to tend to his body's needs.
They proved to be quite useful, eliminating fatigue and allowing him to continue without rest. However, they weren't a perfect substitute for actual food, only able to sustain the body for so long. Eventually, he would suffer a crash, growing weary as his functions slowed. He could feel one of those moments approaching, knowing that he would soon need to find a space to rest for the night. While he found wasting time to be unpleasant, it was necessary.
Brushing the stray locks of white hair behind his ear, Kouki took one final look at the map before returning it to the depths of his coat. Kirigakure wasn't too far from his current position, evident by the growing influx of mist as he neared the hidden village. He would take care to avoid the location as he walked the rest of his current path, preferring to avoid highly populated areas if possible.
Rising to his feet, he began to collect his minimal possessions, ensuring that the dying fire was safely put out. Affixing the swords of contrasting colors to his side, he soon reached for the dark mask that hid his face from view. Before he could conceal the eyes of cerise, a faint sound entered his ears, diverting his attention.
Turning his head towards the source of the distant noise, he gazed into the veil of mist. Dark silhouettes settled into his line of sight, quickly morphing into the view of what appeared to be a hostile standoff. A small group of people gathered around a large cart, leaving one huddled within the center. The sole individual's heartbeat grew faster and thumped with intensity, denoting their fear. It didn't take much time to determine that someone was being threatened over whatever they may have been transporting.
As he came closer, his suspicions had been confirmed, observing the scene as those present took notice of his arrival. The ones that he assumed to be the aggressors were quick to show their discontent at being interrupted, each member of the small group brandishing their weapons in a threatening manner. He could feel his hand begin to reach for the blades at his hip, quickly putting a stop to the reflex his body had developed.
He felt no fear from the men as they grew increasingly belligerent, yet the same could not be said for the visibly shaken cart-owner. Despite his obvious fright, he still remained. Kouki didn't know if it was due to hesitation to leave someone else to his attackers, or fear that attempting to flee would make things worse, but it was irrelevant. As he looked in the man's direction, eyes sharp and holding no warmth, the latter was quick to retreat.
With their former target now gone, the would-be thieves were only left with the person that dared to interfere. In a mix of frustration and desire to take whatever the new arrival may possess, they quickly closed the distance between them. As expected, the conflict came down to violence.
Avoiding the attacks didn't require much movement, opting to grab one man's wrist and deflect the oncoming assault with the weapon that remained in his fist. Their strength was minimal in comparison to his own, each falling with a single well-placed strike. Although, he was still faced with difficulty.
While the men were weak, he struggled to fight off his killing instinct, as he always did. He had been conditioned to murder people with minimal effort from a young age, the art of killing rooted deep within him. Something like that couldn't simply be turned off with the flip of a switch.
Even though he was mentally distracted by halting his natural movements and avoiding vital areas, simple taijutsu proved to be more than enough. However, as the numbers quickly dwindled, he could feel a new form of trouble beginning to stir. His body began to move much slower, his vision growing cloudy as if the mist was closing in.
Knowing that the effects of the pills were now beginning to take hold, Kouki mentally cursed himself. Despite being aware of what was about to occur, he had taken too much time, his progress halted by holding back to such a large degree. Now, he was in a predicament.
As his body grew weary and his vision faded at a fast pace, Kouki remained focused on finishing what he had started, clearing out those that remained. However, his deteriorating condition left him drained to the point where remaining unharmed became impossible, suffering a harsh blow to the head as his senses were almost completely dulled.
Lashing out with his arm, the last offender was quickly brought down, but the damage had been done. The drain had been far greater than usual, leaving him in a daze after being merged with the trauma to his skull. His body began to fail him completely.
Dragging himself to a space slightly away from the unconscious group, Kouki rested his back against an unidentifiable surface, the light almost completely gone from his eyes. He would need to settle for this until he awoke, his body needing to recover from the stress imposed upon it after being forced to keep operating for so long. Until then, he would stay here, wherever that may have been.
Eyes closing against his will, the darkness took over, mind and body becoming completely vacant.
[SIZE= 16px]Kouki[/SIZE]
As he applied pressure, Kouki could feel the dark-colored sphere being crushed beneath the force of his teeth. Swallowing, he carefully tied the string that kept the recently opened sack closed, several pills kept within. With a sigh, he set the rations at his side, tapping against one another as they settled on the log that was illuminated by small flames.
Kindling in hand, the boy stoked the dying fire, its soft orange glow merging with the intense crimson cast from his tired eyes. While he could not feel it, Kouki was sure that his body had been affected by the Land of Water's colder climate. With that in mind, his journey had come to a pause, taking a brief moment to replenish his strength and warm the unfeeling body to the best of his ability.
Reaching into his coat, he withdrew a small slip of paper, unfolding it to reveal faded ink across the damaged, yellow surface. Despite being surrounded by dense mist, his vision remained unobscured as he looked over the self-made map. Eyes trailing over the detailed markings, he followed the route that had guided his way thus far, taking note of his current position.
Following his departure from the Land of Iron many months ago, he began to slowly fill out the formerly blank sheet as he worked towards his goal. In the wake of the war, many countries and villages had become vulnerable due to the damages they sustained, making it easy for certain people to take advantage of their weakened state. He had taken upon himself to deal with those aforementioned individuals, putting a stop to those who sought to cause others harm in a time when healing was needed. While it by no means made up for his past sins, he sought to contribute in any possible way. Unfortunately, it wasn't possible for him to aid others directly or assist with more complex matters. Something like this was all that he could do. It was all that he was good for.
Since he began his mission, Kouki had been very dedicated. It was all he ever thought of, every waking moment spent in the pursuit of his objective. In that span of time, he relied on pills to tend to his body's needs.
They proved to be quite useful, eliminating fatigue and allowing him to continue without rest. However, they weren't a perfect substitute for actual food, only able to sustain the body for so long. Eventually, he would suffer a crash, growing weary as his functions slowed. He could feel one of those moments approaching, knowing that he would soon need to find a space to rest for the night. While he found wasting time to be unpleasant, it was necessary.
Brushing the stray locks of white hair behind his ear, Kouki took one final look at the map before returning it to the depths of his coat. Kirigakure wasn't too far from his current position, evident by the growing influx of mist as he neared the hidden village. He would take care to avoid the location as he walked the rest of his current path, preferring to avoid highly populated areas if possible.
Rising to his feet, he began to collect his minimal possessions, ensuring that the dying fire was safely put out. Affixing the swords of contrasting colors to his side, he soon reached for the dark mask that hid his face from view. Before he could conceal the eyes of cerise, a faint sound entered his ears, diverting his attention.
Turning his head towards the source of the distant noise, he gazed into the veil of mist. Dark silhouettes settled into his line of sight, quickly morphing into the view of what appeared to be a hostile standoff. A small group of people gathered around a large cart, leaving one huddled within the center. The sole individual's heartbeat grew faster and thumped with intensity, denoting their fear. It didn't take much time to determine that someone was being threatened over whatever they may have been transporting.
As he came closer, his suspicions had been confirmed, observing the scene as those present took notice of his arrival. The ones that he assumed to be the aggressors were quick to show their discontent at being interrupted, each member of the small group brandishing their weapons in a threatening manner. He could feel his hand begin to reach for the blades at his hip, quickly putting a stop to the reflex his body had developed.
He felt no fear from the men as they grew increasingly belligerent, yet the same could not be said for the visibly shaken cart-owner. Despite his obvious fright, he still remained. Kouki didn't know if it was due to hesitation to leave someone else to his attackers, or fear that attempting to flee would make things worse, but it was irrelevant. As he looked in the man's direction, eyes sharp and holding no warmth, the latter was quick to retreat.
With their former target now gone, the would-be thieves were only left with the person that dared to interfere. In a mix of frustration and desire to take whatever the new arrival may possess, they quickly closed the distance between them. As expected, the conflict came down to violence.
Avoiding the attacks didn't require much movement, opting to grab one man's wrist and deflect the oncoming assault with the weapon that remained in his fist. Their strength was minimal in comparison to his own, each falling with a single well-placed strike. Although, he was still faced with difficulty.
While the men were weak, he struggled to fight off his killing instinct, as he always did. He had been conditioned to murder people with minimal effort from a young age, the art of killing rooted deep within him. Something like that couldn't simply be turned off with the flip of a switch.
Even though he was mentally distracted by halting his natural movements and avoiding vital areas, simple taijutsu proved to be more than enough. However, as the numbers quickly dwindled, he could feel a new form of trouble beginning to stir. His body began to move much slower, his vision growing cloudy as if the mist was closing in.
Knowing that the effects of the pills were now beginning to take hold, Kouki mentally cursed himself. Despite being aware of what was about to occur, he had taken too much time, his progress halted by holding back to such a large degree. Now, he was in a predicament.
As his body grew weary and his vision faded at a fast pace, Kouki remained focused on finishing what he had started, clearing out those that remained. However, his deteriorating condition left him drained to the point where remaining unharmed became impossible, suffering a harsh blow to the head as his senses were almost completely dulled.
Lashing out with his arm, the last offender was quickly brought down, but the damage had been done. The drain had been far greater than usual, leaving him in a daze after being merged with the trauma to his skull. His body began to fail him completely.
Dragging himself to a space slightly away from the unconscious group, Kouki rested his back against an unidentifiable surface, the light almost completely gone from his eyes. He would need to settle for this until he awoke, his body needing to recover from the stress imposed upon it after being forced to keep operating for so long. Until then, he would stay here, wherever that may have been.
Eyes closing against his will, the darkness took over, mind and body becoming completely vacant.
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