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Mizuki OhtaMissing-Nin (S-rank)
Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!- Stat Page : Mizuki Ohta
Mission Record : Mizu's Log
Clan Specialty : Medical
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 330650
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A Glimpse of the Past [Solo]
Sat Oct 01, 2022 10:42 am
After the events of the day previous Mizuki needed a morning to herself, whether that was wandering the grounds or visiting the shrine she hadn’t decided - all she knew is that the day felt different for some reason. While speaking to the group she had felt a hand on her shoulder, or at least imagined she had, and the feeling of it lingered for hours after. This was the closest she had been to the temple that housed the being that brought their whole clan into the world so perhaps it was just the lingering effects of entering that space that brought these feelings to her. All she knew is that she needed to find some solace or answers of some kind - a definitive direction. Thus the morning was made clear to her when she found her path leading her to the Jashin Shrine - entering the room just as the morning rays began to spill in from through the glass ceiling.
The towering statues of those past growing out from the mountain walls greeted her as though expecting her presence. At the farthest wall was the statue of Hiromasa, face set into an unreadable mask and eyes cast high above her own gaze - as she approached the stone she passed through the strongest beam of light, and felt the air grow cold. Pausing for a moment just outside of the ring of light she would glance around slowly, all seemed as calm as it had a second before but the energy in the room had shifted. Turning her face toward her father once more she truly froze - standing at the very base was a silvery outline faced away from her. Goosebumps raising on her skin she swallowed as the figure made no movement and she made no noise to raise any alarm. Before she was able to gather the courage to speak aloud the figure turned slightly to look over it’s shoulder.
No… she felt her body drawing back as the gaze bore into her, then the whispered voice as though he were right next to her and not 10 meters away - “I heard they questioned your stability,... I heard they think you’ll fall just like a guillotine.” The form would turn full and begin walking toward her with languid movements that were all to familiar to her as they were hers.. “A storm is coming, so you best start running-” she had yet to move, frozen in the impossibility of the entire situation until the hand was placed on her shoulder once more. The man towered over her but the prideful look in his eyes quelled whatever questions she had biting at the back of her throat. “-no daughter of mine will fall so easily. You’re going for the throne as I did, you walk a path that I began so long ago…” The hand would tighten on her shoulder and she would stand straighter as her eyes harden to his words. “Kingdoms rise and fall… take it all.”
As her hand raised to grab his the rays of light from above shifted with the rising of the sun, bathing her back in its rays and the figure was gone.
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The towering statues of those past growing out from the mountain walls greeted her as though expecting her presence. At the farthest wall was the statue of Hiromasa, face set into an unreadable mask and eyes cast high above her own gaze - as she approached the stone she passed through the strongest beam of light, and felt the air grow cold. Pausing for a moment just outside of the ring of light she would glance around slowly, all seemed as calm as it had a second before but the energy in the room had shifted. Turning her face toward her father once more she truly froze - standing at the very base was a silvery outline faced away from her. Goosebumps raising on her skin she swallowed as the figure made no movement and she made no noise to raise any alarm. Before she was able to gather the courage to speak aloud the figure turned slightly to look over it’s shoulder.
No… she felt her body drawing back as the gaze bore into her, then the whispered voice as though he were right next to her and not 10 meters away - “I heard they questioned your stability,... I heard they think you’ll fall just like a guillotine.” The form would turn full and begin walking toward her with languid movements that were all to familiar to her as they were hers.. “A storm is coming, so you best start running-” she had yet to move, frozen in the impossibility of the entire situation until the hand was placed on her shoulder once more. The man towered over her but the prideful look in his eyes quelled whatever questions she had biting at the back of her throat. “-no daughter of mine will fall so easily. You’re going for the throne as I did, you walk a path that I began so long ago…” The hand would tighten on her shoulder and she would stand straighter as her eyes harden to his words. “Kingdoms rise and fall… take it all.”
As her hand raised to grab his the rays of light from above shifted with the rising of the sun, bathing her back in its rays and the figure was gone.
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- Mizuki OhtaMissing-Nin (S-rank)Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!
- Stat Page : Mizuki Ohta
Mission Record : Mizu's Log
Clan Specialty : Medical
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 330650
Re: A Glimpse of the Past [Solo]
Wed Oct 05, 2022 4:26 pm
Hand closing around air the pause before the eruption was one of sickening silence before the scream that wrought through her body haunted the room. Beginning to turn in a slow circle, eyes darting around hungrily for something to lash out at, the figure who had once been there in the darkness having vanished before she was able to confront it properly. Chest heaving she finally stopped the motion of her feet, clenching her fists at her side as the wave of emotions flowed through her - shock, confusion, and overwhelming anger. After all this time he showed his face to her, after everything she had struggled through where she needed him most he shows his face now? For what, a string of words that amounted to nothing, explained nothing!
As her breathing began to return to normal she would turn her face to stare at the statue that was supposed to portray the very man who had appeared moments before, with a hiss she would speak to the air, “Hiromasa… you foolish, prideful man. I don’t walk your path, yours led to our dispersal and here I am clawing our clan back together when you were the one who RIPPED IT APART.” At the screamed words she would fall forward onto her knees and slam her fist down onto the ground - the jolt of pain up her arm sharp. Turning her eyes to the fist she slowly lifted it from the ground, relaxing the fingers before stretching them out - where a tremble should have been, one was not. “The mad father gave rise to the unhinged…” The rage was wiped from her as instantly as it had appeared and the laughter that rang out into the room echoed back into her form.
As the laughter died down she would sit up and back on her heels, hands wiping down her thighs to clear them of the dirt before the weaving of hand seals began for the seal that would mark her along with the rest. Sliding her right hand onto her left shoulder she would place the seal of Sōjō Kōka - and the instant feeling of connection to Arantima who also wore the seal somewhere in the compound was like a beacon. As if the seal being placed gave her purpose she stood in a sweeping movement, giving no further attention to the statues around her as she exited the room. Whispering aloud as she did so, “The ways of tradition were laid to rest long ago, and so they shall stay, or be returned by my hand.”
TWC 959
Jutsu Used:
Placing Seal of Sōjō Kōka on myself - 40 AP
As her breathing began to return to normal she would turn her face to stare at the statue that was supposed to portray the very man who had appeared moments before, with a hiss she would speak to the air, “Hiromasa… you foolish, prideful man. I don’t walk your path, yours led to our dispersal and here I am clawing our clan back together when you were the one who RIPPED IT APART.” At the screamed words she would fall forward onto her knees and slam her fist down onto the ground - the jolt of pain up her arm sharp. Turning her eyes to the fist she slowly lifted it from the ground, relaxing the fingers before stretching them out - where a tremble should have been, one was not. “The mad father gave rise to the unhinged…” The rage was wiped from her as instantly as it had appeared and the laughter that rang out into the room echoed back into her form.
As the laughter died down she would sit up and back on her heels, hands wiping down her thighs to clear them of the dirt before the weaving of hand seals began for the seal that would mark her along with the rest. Sliding her right hand onto her left shoulder she would place the seal of Sōjō Kōka - and the instant feeling of connection to Arantima who also wore the seal somewhere in the compound was like a beacon. As if the seal being placed gave her purpose she stood in a sweeping movement, giving no further attention to the statues around her as she exited the room. Whispering aloud as she did so, “The ways of tradition were laid to rest long ago, and so they shall stay, or be returned by my hand.”
TWC 959
Jutsu Used:
Placing Seal of Sōjō Kōka on myself - 40 AP
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