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The past
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In the hidden rain village, the pouring showers of the storm washed over the city down below. This is the day that the genin were to graduate from the academy. Michi, a petite sized student sat in his seat, his taller classmates blocking his view of the teacher and most else. He hated his size, what kind of shinobi wasn’t tall? He was his own worst critic in several areas, so it wasn’t all that unordinary for him to curse one of his features.
“And that’s why you will be the best generation there is.” The teacher spoke fondly. “For our god and leader, we must rise to the occasion, shedding our student clothes and join the ranks of our fellow ninja as genin. Now, you will be asked to preform the shadow clone or water clone Justus, and if you manage to create a clone then you are fit to become genin.”
Michi winced. He was afraid this question would come up. He had no talent for justu’s. All he knew how to do was make forks and spoons float in the air. Hardly ninja material. But he wanted to fight, he wanted to defend his village and make a name for himself. He had to show something in order to prove his metal.
“First up: Azumi.”
Reaver rolled his eyes. She was little miss perfect of the class. She ate up everything she was told and even more annoying was that she was good. Too good. Azumi has calmly walked up to the center of the class and gave a small smile. She took out her umbrella out and spiraled it around herself. Shrouding her movements until she finally removed the umbrella. Around her, were four clones all of them crossing their arms and in each corner of her. She earned a round of applause from the academy student audience as well as the teacher.
“Well done Azumi! Well done! You’ll make a find Ninja indeed.” The teacher held a thumbs up. “Collect your headband.”
Azumi without saying a word, dispelled her clones and grabbed the headband. She bowed respectfully before returning to her seat. Many classmates gossiped amongst themselves about her. Michi felt sorry for the poor soul who had to follow up after her.
“Michi, your next.”
Michi perked up. He couldn’t believe he was called so early. He looked to and fro at all the faces looking to him. There were expectations, a lot of expectations. Looks like I have a lot of people to disappoint. Can it Michi! Summon up your best and I’m sure you can make it! Yeah!
Michi walked down the walkway and stopped in front of the class. He put his hands together and focused really hard. A small dinner knife floated out of his pocket, although shakily. The teacher arched an eyebrow, and a student called out.
“He can’t do the justu! Ha!”
The laugh was contagious, as many laughs came out of that, and before long, near the entire class had bursted into a fit of laughter. Michi winced, trying to not let it get to him. But it proved too distracting, the knife falling out of the air and onto his head. It hurt as he yelled out in pain, the teacher shook his head.
“Michi, if you don’t get serious and wise up you’ll never be a ninja.”
“B-but!” Michi panicked trying to find some way to pass. “How about if I lift two knifes-“
“Michi. Out.” He said pointing to the exit.
Michi resigned his convictions, his shoulders drooping. He had failed. He dragged his feet in shame out of the door. Aggravated tears came from his eyes as he punched the side of the building for what seemed like forever.
“Who doth he think he ith?” Michi said, his lisp apparent. “Throwing me out when athumi hadn’t a care in the world! I’ll thow them...i’ll Thow all of them!”
“Show us what?”
Michi stopped hitting against the wall, looking over to see four boys with sinister smiles and grins eyeing him down the same way sharks look at prey.
“Go away suzthuki.” Michi said to the leader of the gang.
“Or what? Your gonna fork me to death?”
That joke caused the gang of boys to chuckle. Michi could tell what was to come next....
*POW!*
He was thrown to the ground by one of the larger kids as the others kicked him while he was down. Michi cried out in pain, gritting his teeth. He yelled out to them.
“I’m gonna thomp you all Sthomday!”
“Keep telling yourself that runt!”
“If you want to do that, stop being a loser!”
The leader of them grinned, raising a foot to Michi’s face. As the foot came closer to him, he blacked out.
......
Drip drop...
He limped back home, blood dripping from his shoulders and face. He couldn’t stand the fact that maggots like them could pass and he couldn’t. The tyranny of the masses and the power of the corrupt. There was no honor in it! He’d show them...he’d show all of them! He opened up his uncle's mechanic shop, revealing several different machines that were half built and parts laying about everywhere. He balled up his fists, looking at his reflection through a pool of oil.
“How come I can’t be powerful!!!”
He kicked a wrench across the workshop, skidding across the floor before hitting against a stack of steel. He ran his hands across his face in aggravation, that is, until the wrench he kicked broke a pole down that was propping up a tarp. The tarp Fell, the frame of an engine appearing, jacked on a chain. At that moment, he kicked eyes with it, a idea coming into his mind.
“If I can’t beat them myself...maybe I can beat them another way!”
*Badum!* *Bam!*
The days passsed, then weeks. Every few days he’d be attacked by the same group of kids, to either try new ninja tools on or other justu.
*Screw!* *Smelt!*
A month had passed, the rain of the village seemingly like a reminder of his task. The same group of genin had begun to figure out where he lived, and had followed them there most days to get their kicks in.
*bang!* *Scorch!*
Several months had passed. The labor in his task showing, his skin becoming more and more pale as he evaded the sun in exchange for building upon his creation. Michi has begun to stimulate himself with drugs to keep himself away for days on end so he could tirelessly work on his craft...not even sleep could stop him.
*Crash!* *BANG!*
Nearly a year had passed, Michi laughing as his creation was complete. He wrapped a mask around his mouth as he laughed maniacally at his newfound potential. At least, he wouldn’t be called the Outcast, the Weakling, the loser. He heard a knocking on the shed bay doors.
“Open up Mochi!” A familiar voice said, taunting his name. “Come play with us!”
“Yeah! We’ve got some new justu to try!”
........
*Boom*
“Huh? Guys do you hear that?”
*Boom!*
“It’s getting closer...”
*BOOM!*
Suddenly, a mechanical monstrosity erupted from the bay doors, crunching on of the boys in the process, blood splattering across the floor. The giant tank like being was covered entirely with steel, and had arms with a multitude of different weapons.
“What the?!?”
The mech silently brought out a buzzsaw and hacked away at another one of the kids, blood spewing out like a fountain as his screams drowned out the saw. The leader of the group, Suzuki had broken out into a run, getting as far away as possible. Reaver brought out his arm and fired a rail road spike right into his leg.
“Ahhhhh!!! Oh god, it hurts!”
He cradled his injured legs as the mech suit grew ever closer. He shivered and covered his face.
“W-w-what are you???! Who are you?!”
“I.” The deep voice responded.
.......
“I am Reaver!”
The past
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In the hidden rain village, the pouring showers of the storm washed over the city down below. This is the day that the genin were to graduate from the academy. Michi, a petite sized student sat in his seat, his taller classmates blocking his view of the teacher and most else. He hated his size, what kind of shinobi wasn’t tall? He was his own worst critic in several areas, so it wasn’t all that unordinary for him to curse one of his features.
“And that’s why you will be the best generation there is.” The teacher spoke fondly. “For our god and leader, we must rise to the occasion, shedding our student clothes and join the ranks of our fellow ninja as genin. Now, you will be asked to preform the shadow clone or water clone Justus, and if you manage to create a clone then you are fit to become genin.”
Michi winced. He was afraid this question would come up. He had no talent for justu’s. All he knew how to do was make forks and spoons float in the air. Hardly ninja material. But he wanted to fight, he wanted to defend his village and make a name for himself. He had to show something in order to prove his metal.
“First up: Azumi.”
Reaver rolled his eyes. She was little miss perfect of the class. She ate up everything she was told and even more annoying was that she was good. Too good. Azumi has calmly walked up to the center of the class and gave a small smile. She took out her umbrella out and spiraled it around herself. Shrouding her movements until she finally removed the umbrella. Around her, were four clones all of them crossing their arms and in each corner of her. She earned a round of applause from the academy student audience as well as the teacher.
“Well done Azumi! Well done! You’ll make a find Ninja indeed.” The teacher held a thumbs up. “Collect your headband.”
Azumi without saying a word, dispelled her clones and grabbed the headband. She bowed respectfully before returning to her seat. Many classmates gossiped amongst themselves about her. Michi felt sorry for the poor soul who had to follow up after her.
“Michi, your next.”
Michi perked up. He couldn’t believe he was called so early. He looked to and fro at all the faces looking to him. There were expectations, a lot of expectations. Looks like I have a lot of people to disappoint. Can it Michi! Summon up your best and I’m sure you can make it! Yeah!
Michi walked down the walkway and stopped in front of the class. He put his hands together and focused really hard. A small dinner knife floated out of his pocket, although shakily. The teacher arched an eyebrow, and a student called out.
“He can’t do the justu! Ha!”
The laugh was contagious, as many laughs came out of that, and before long, near the entire class had bursted into a fit of laughter. Michi winced, trying to not let it get to him. But it proved too distracting, the knife falling out of the air and onto his head. It hurt as he yelled out in pain, the teacher shook his head.
“Michi, if you don’t get serious and wise up you’ll never be a ninja.”
“B-but!” Michi panicked trying to find some way to pass. “How about if I lift two knifes-“
“Michi. Out.” He said pointing to the exit.
Michi resigned his convictions, his shoulders drooping. He had failed. He dragged his feet in shame out of the door. Aggravated tears came from his eyes as he punched the side of the building for what seemed like forever.
“Who doth he think he ith?” Michi said, his lisp apparent. “Throwing me out when athumi hadn’t a care in the world! I’ll thow them...i’ll Thow all of them!”
“Show us what?”
Michi stopped hitting against the wall, looking over to see four boys with sinister smiles and grins eyeing him down the same way sharks look at prey.
“Go away suzthuki.” Michi said to the leader of the gang.
“Or what? Your gonna fork me to death?”
That joke caused the gang of boys to chuckle. Michi could tell what was to come next....
*POW!*
He was thrown to the ground by one of the larger kids as the others kicked him while he was down. Michi cried out in pain, gritting his teeth. He yelled out to them.
“I’m gonna thomp you all Sthomday!”
“Keep telling yourself that runt!”
“If you want to do that, stop being a loser!”
The leader of them grinned, raising a foot to Michi’s face. As the foot came closer to him, he blacked out.
......
Drip drop...
He limped back home, blood dripping from his shoulders and face. He couldn’t stand the fact that maggots like them could pass and he couldn’t. The tyranny of the masses and the power of the corrupt. There was no honor in it! He’d show them...he’d show all of them! He opened up his uncle's mechanic shop, revealing several different machines that were half built and parts laying about everywhere. He balled up his fists, looking at his reflection through a pool of oil.
“How come I can’t be powerful!!!”
He kicked a wrench across the workshop, skidding across the floor before hitting against a stack of steel. He ran his hands across his face in aggravation, that is, until the wrench he kicked broke a pole down that was propping up a tarp. The tarp Fell, the frame of an engine appearing, jacked on a chain. At that moment, he kicked eyes with it, a idea coming into his mind.
“If I can’t beat them myself...maybe I can beat them another way!”
*Badum!* *Bam!*
The days passsed, then weeks. Every few days he’d be attacked by the same group of kids, to either try new ninja tools on or other justu.
*Screw!* *Smelt!*
A month had passed, the rain of the village seemingly like a reminder of his task. The same group of genin had begun to figure out where he lived, and had followed them there most days to get their kicks in.
*bang!* *Scorch!*
Several months had passed. The labor in his task showing, his skin becoming more and more pale as he evaded the sun in exchange for building upon his creation. Michi has begun to stimulate himself with drugs to keep himself away for days on end so he could tirelessly work on his craft...not even sleep could stop him.
*Crash!* *BANG!*
Nearly a year had passed, Michi laughing as his creation was complete. He wrapped a mask around his mouth as he laughed maniacally at his newfound potential. At least, he wouldn’t be called the Outcast, the Weakling, the loser. He heard a knocking on the shed bay doors.
“Open up Mochi!” A familiar voice said, taunting his name. “Come play with us!”
“Yeah! We’ve got some new justu to try!”
........
*Boom*
“Huh? Guys do you hear that?”
*Boom!*
“It’s getting closer...”
*BOOM!*
Suddenly, a mechanical monstrosity erupted from the bay doors, crunching on of the boys in the process, blood splattering across the floor. The giant tank like being was covered entirely with steel, and had arms with a multitude of different weapons.
“What the?!?”
The mech silently brought out a buzzsaw and hacked away at another one of the kids, blood spewing out like a fountain as his screams drowned out the saw. The leader of the group, Suzuki had broken out into a run, getting as far away as possible. Reaver brought out his arm and fired a rail road spike right into his leg.
“Ahhhhh!!! Oh god, it hurts!”
He cradled his injured legs as the mech suit grew ever closer. He shivered and covered his face.
“W-w-what are you???! Who are you?!”
“I.” The deep voice responded.
.......
“I am Reaver!”
