The gates creaked open as the students emerged from the prestigious academy. From a distance, Kakashi could envision Jiro's discontented countenance.“Why was he feeling discontent?” He contemplated. If anything, he is fortunate to have received a pardon, a stroke of luck that cannot be overlooked. Being the son of Master Yonda undoubtedly plays a significant role in his current situation. This familial connection carries weight and influence that could sway outcomes in his favor.His thoughts delved into abysses deeper than the oceans. Where was his final resting place? Did he truly find rest? How did I become the bearer of his death? What if, perchance, I am not the murderer... No, the responsibility undoubtedly falls upon me. Suke may possess formidable healing abilities, yet he witnessed firsthand the magnitude of Lord Zodiac's power when it overcame his very being.“How do they even cross my mind?” Kakashi thought out loud. As he pondered this question, memories from his past fl
The walk to the forest was long and draining. The flies buzzed above their heads, and around their bodies. The rain that drizzled earlier invoked more heat, their faces filled with feeble gaze and perspiration. Jiro was far ahead of anyone else, a lone wolf who took no concern for the feelings of other members of his pack. “Do you think he is trying to make a point? He might be trying to prove something.” Greg voiced his thoughts in a whisper to Kakashi. The breath came before the voice, his body stood back straight, displacing its rest and ready to continue the journey at hand. “What point would that be?” Kakashi exhaled heavily. “He is supposed to be in prison. Why else is he here if he is not trying to prove a point? I know he is. I do not have the understanding of what the point might be though,” Greg shrugged, his face etched with the determination to find out whatever it was that Jiro pondered.“I can help you read his mind, you know?” Suke stood tall behind them, forcing Kak
Have I done the right thing? Kakashi looked at the figure of Jiro who walked ahead like a man on a mission - a different mission. What if what I said makes him do something stupid? Hey. It’s Jiro. I’ll probably do something more stupid before he does. But then-- no buts, focus. Kakashi hung his head back, taking a deep breath to help him clear his mind. “Shh, stay quiet everyone.” Jiro stealthily walked through the silent path, turning his head with each step to catch the evil he sensed. He dragged out his sword with care not to be heard, the steel kissing its scabbard before piercing the sky with its pointed tip that dripped with Doctor Hiro’s blood.“Stay here,” Jiro instructed everyone, calmly. “You cannot go in there alone. If you feel something, I am coming in with you. And before you decline, this is not an offer, it is an order.” Kokohashi floated by Jiro’s rooted frame. Jiro clenched his jaws, his grip loosening on his falling sword. He wanted to do this alone, he wanted no
“Hey, are you sure you can go ahead with this mission? I know, I am sorry for your loss, I know you two were really close. But this can be a lot for you if you have not dealt with it psychologically. Are you sure you want to do this?” Kokohashi’s words settled into Kakashi’s head. He carried guilt and another secret in his mind, his mind was heavy and rough. He had no understanding of what he could become without any control or separation. He needed more training, he made up his mind. He nodded in response, “I am ready. I want to do this for him.” That is what Jay would want, right?Kokohashi nodded back with a hint of support and appreciation for his determination with a brief, soft smile. “Be careful, it gets dark in there. Put on your contact lenses now, be careful.” Kokohashi stressed, walking around to make sure the orders he gave were followed correctly.He took out his own lenses from its case, carefully dropping them into his eyes. He closed his eyes briefly, “Okay, let u
The chirping of birds and the irritating buzzing of flies were the only sounds the forest could hear. Crimson uniforms stained the water with washed blood, and bodies floated on the surface, alongside the monsters that fell. “Isn’t it funny that they are no longer fighting now?” Kakashi was confused by her question, but he listened without interrupting her. “I mean, they were once humans too. They didn’t choose to be the way they ended up. It’s just sad we have to do what we have to do. Hopefully, no one else has to turn into a demon.” Tanya walked away ahead of him. Kakashi watched her disappear into the night with a feeling of guilt weighing heavily on him. He turned around to see the bodies that floated peacefully. “Thank you for what you did, you made it quick for us to go back home,” Greg lightened his mood. “How did you do that? Are you training more than us or do you have something we don’t?” He peered at Kakashi with genuine interest in unveiling the mystery behind him dest
The forest stood tall, its ancient trees reaching towards the sky like guardians of nature. The rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds filled the air, adding to the symphony of nature's music. Sunlight was birthed in place of darkness, and it peeked through the nestling of open leaves, casting a disco light of shades of shadows. "It's sunrise. We have to move faster before they get to us." Jiro voiced. Daichi shook his head in disagreement. "Where do we move to? We need to leave. There is nothing here." Zoa turned around with a swift spin. "We have to make sure. What do we present to your father when we get to him?" Jiro's tone was commanding, a ting of superiority coloring it. Zoa clenched her jaws, uncertain of what she just heard. She glanced back at Jiro with her face mirroring the reflection of her irritation. "What did you just say?" Her voice was firm with audible irritation. "I said--" "Why don't we all just calm down? We are one, right? At least we
"Aargh!" His palms consoled his head in an embrace. Whoosh! A fast swipe past his face spun his legs in an unnatural position. Realization dawned on him, his senses weren't just heightened, the senses weren't just an ability of his, they were a part of him. Amused by his superfast reflexes, he gracefully extends his arms beneath his gaze. "Ha-ha," a soft chuckle hinted at the tone of power he could now control. "Look out!" "Wow," the admiration of Kakashi's maneuver was unprotected in its escape from his parted lips. Kakashi pivoted back to face Daishi. His spiky hair fell on his face, water, and blood trickling down. He glanced back again at the monster that sunk into the water. "I came back for you," Kakashi uttered. "I can see that." Daichi shivered with cold. His boots were filled with heavy sand as he moved. "Hey, thank you." He stopped by Kakashi, filled with gratitude. Kakashi nodded. He watered the flames of pride that threatened to curve up his lips. "Control,
"Welcome! Welcome!!" Master Yonda's spread arms were visible from the foot of the door to his chamber amidst the flurry of activities going on. Trays with different sizes of covers were neatly placed on the palms of the workers, some carried jars of wine and others simply rearranged the order in which ornaments beautified the room. A lot of crossing feet and high-held heads on clinking heels and heavy boots passed by and across. "Take your seats, please… Jiro! The Commander, Oz, please, please, come forward, come. Where are the students? Well? Join in!" He called on everybody to the table. "I know I didn't see everybody before going but we should be more than this… commander?" Master Yonda counted each person with a glance. Kokohashi sighed, "Yes. Uh, it is…" "Don't bother," Master Yonda held his hand up. "This time is for celebration of your return. We shall do the celebration of those that didn't as well, but for now, open your plates and please, enjoy your meals." Master Yonda