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"My father..... he always Hated me... He said it my my fault my mother died.... "

Flashback: Kain was a man born through bloodshed. His mother, Cecilia, died giving birth to him, choosing to give him life at the cost of her own. This selfless act left him in the care of his father, a man known as Kluya, to raise him. However, his father had little care for the youngling, as Kain had been born at the cost of Cecilia's life; as only Five Death Eaters could ever exist at once; thus when Kain was born she was to die.
Much abuse was taken out against Kain, who darkened his heart in the form of black armor, the darkened armor draining away what light may have remained before. Finally, in the dead of night, Kluya came for Kain in a drunken rage, sword held high over the boy. In self defense, Kain tried to hide, until he could feel the steel of his father's blade inches away from him. At last the Death Eater's own sword, the Darkness Blade, manifested before him and into his hand as it slashed upwards, shattering through his father's blade, across Klyua's neck... Minutes seemed to pass in frozen time, and at last, the father fell to the ground, dead... Kain had killed his own father with a single stroke, and thus ended his torment from the man.
After that killing stroke, Kain took up arms against the world, his power flowing out from his darkened armor. His pain became the world's pain, and many in his clan had called him a bloodthirsty, pathological, homicidal maniac.... And they were right. He took joy from killing, and it seemed every slash of pain against his opponents numbed his own pains. They called him many names, though his favorite had always been the Black Titan. He loved the bloodshed, and at last, he finally felt the joy of dying; drowning within his own blood.....
But the mountain he had died upon was sacred, a pure white mountain in the center of a forest of pure evil... The Full Moon, a blue moon to be specific..... Legend stated that should the moon repeat such a phase; the exact two days in a single month the blue moon had happened when someone died on it; that person would resurrect should there be no more deaths there.... And there were none.... Three Kage of the time had killed him, but within fifty years, that time would pass; the men whom had fought him would die off.
At the end of those fifty years..... The Moon Phase would repeat, an event none had ever expected. Memories of suffering had passed from the minds of many, but there were still three warriors who remained. One stood bound to an oath of immortality, as were all the dragons, two roamed free, waiting to fight again.
It was here, under the light of the full moon that the Black Titan rose from the mountain that he had met his doom upon. The memories still left a bitter taste in his mouth. The day when the three Kages and three dragons had fought him, how he had almost won, how The Hokage of the time had pierced his armor. And then... within the depths of hell, the eternal rage of his master... fifty years of punishment within the fiery depths of Hell; but now he had returned from those depths, the powers of a titan flowed through his veins. Undying Evil, the Black Titan, the Dark King; all these names referred to this man...
He was once again was encased in his armor of black iron, as black and glistening as ink fresh from its jar, covering his entire body except for a white back with two eye slits. Two glaring red eyes shone through these slits, striking fear into the hearts of mortals... Eying the sky above, he saw two golden dragons circling the cliff. “They’ve been waiting for me,” he laughed, “But these fools are powerless now. Only three of the original group remains, five if you count their dragons.”
The dragons lowered themselves at their riders’ command. One of the gold dragons was a male dragon in his mid 300’s. He was the youngest of the dragons that had fought this titan in the past. His name was Shadowbane, and his speed had been valued by his rider, a former Hokage, in present time now deceased. The Raikage of the time now used him as a mount, the last dragon of the war against the Black Titan.
The other golden dragon that stood before this titan had only just turned 150 years old. He was young and less experienced, but the back robed magi who mounted him, found him to be an intelligent and noble companion.
“So we meet again...” the black robed man growled, his face still held his youth, a gift of the magi, but his eyes showed his true age in sorrow. He held a golden staff with a pure violet crystal glowing within it, the elemental orb and golden weapon he guarded. Tied to his back was an oaken staff with a dragon’s head made of silver with ruby eyes.
“This time Black Titan, you will stay dead!” the ancient Raikage said as he dismounted Shadowbane; a bronze spear held in his hand. The spear was powered with thunder and had two spiked extensions neat the spear head, allowing it to be used as a war hammer. Skilled in ninjutsu even without the aid of his rank. The Raikage re-mounted Shadowbane, his spear magically extended to the length needed to attack from dragonback. The Black Titan just stood and smiled beneath his helmet, his staff glowed sickly green with an endless bloodlust.
The Raikage’s spear struck The Black Titan’s armor dead center…or it would have if it had not gone through Ñecro-Ellanse, sending the warrior of Hidden Cloud crashing into the ground. The black robed magi's battle spell, a bolt of red light, also passed through the fiend.
“I’m no longer of this world, but my master has given me powers beyond yours. Now, watch as I show you what my powers can really do...DIE!!!”
As he screamed the word, Shadowbane gasped in horror as he collapsed. His body decayed as if he had been 2000 years old. The Raikage’s eyes widened in horror at the sight, no creature so noble deserved to die such a horrid death.
“Do not worry. He will rise…only not as himself anymore…RISE!!!”
The dead body of Shadowbane rose from its collapsed state. No mind inhabited the body; its only desire was to destroy. The dragon zombie turned to the younger gold dragon and breathed an eruption of black fire; destroying it instantly... With only the Kage and the magi remaining... they both nodded as the black robe began chanting a long forbidden spell; sending a bolt of crystal light onto the dust that remained of Talonblaze, sealing the dragon’s soul within it as it solidified into a golden crystal. drawing upon the crystal's power, the magi send a powerful ray of pure light, strong enough to unmake everything within its wake; and thus obliterating the dragon zombie in its path... The Crystal now bare from the release of energy; the Magi had not expected this to happen and wished he had now used the ability on the Black Titan instead... But there was still hope... Behind him; the Raikage had finished his pattern of Five Hundred hand seals as he chucked the barren crystal towards the Black Titan; a sudden mist engulfing him as he was sealed within the crystal... both the magi and raikage having their souls sacrificed into the afterlife in order to do so...
The spell had not only sealed the Titan within the cyrstal however... it had ensured that should he ever escape, it would be bound to take a solid form, thus allowing future generations to fight him on an even front should the power be needed...
The seal would last 1000 years... or so the legends stated... But now, several hundred years before its time... the seal had shattered, the Black Titan freed, and now something deadly lurking within his wake... The destruction of the nearest village to him....

Thankfully, for many, that village was his own and when he arrived he found that a Death Eater had died; and there were none born. As of this fate, his seal had shattered, freeing him to again have five Death Eaters in the world. Upon arrival, he found he recognized none of them, though his eyes would mark him as one of their kin; the fifth among their number. Deciding it be best to learn the current traditions of the world, Kain had been sent on an infiltration mission to the Shinobi Academy; his order being to watch and learn, but not to destroy anything unless he deemed it necessary for either his own survival or the survival of one of the other Death Eaters in the Academy; as he had arrived in a young generation of Death Eaters; the elder among them being a man whom Introduced himself as Richard; though something seemed different the second time he saw the man. Perhaps multiple personalities for eating too many souls.
Now standing at the gates of the Shinobi Academy, Kain would look at the Academy for several minutes, glancing it up and down before commenting; "Civilization seems to have progressed quite far in my absence... No more home schooling it seems; pity. If this kind of place had been around, I probably wouldn't have had to kill him..." he spoke in reference to his father, shaking his head as the emotion of sympathy faded, again consumed by his darkened armor...

Honehime remained silent, not moving either, as she simply enjoyed the peace and warmth of the moment. When Shuku said that she appreciated the flattery, she reluctantly lifted her head somewhat from Shuku's bosom, so she could look up into the Mayonaka's eyes. "No, it is not flattery, but the truth." She nodded after saying that, waiting until Shuku would hopefully return the gesture before she would do anything more. She would have liked nothing more than to return to resting against Shuku, but just then she heard something from beyond the brush surrounding their campsite. Just a quiet sound, it almost sounded like walking. Could the others be back, finally? The fire was ready to go, hopefully they had brought some food. Now that the group was this size, the small amount of jerky and water she had carried along with her would not be nearly enough for a day, let alone the entirety of their trek to find the mandrake.
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Lieselotte passed a bush that would have looked familiar if there was more light, as it was it resembled nothing so much as an immense shadowy mass. Nonetheless, she knew where she was, they were very close to camp. Gladly listening to Sakazuki's humming rather than her innuendo-laden comments, she covered the last stretch of their trek before slowing to a halt. Even though virtually all of them had no experience within the Academy, they were still reasonably well-stocked with life experience. And if she were the one in the middle of setting up camp, and someone abruptly burst in, she would attack before recognizing them. So she motioned largely for Sakazuki to stop as well, her motions exaggerated to still be visible in the low light. "Ze camp is just ahead, shall we announce our presence?" This could all be paranoia on her part, of course. But then again, considering her line of work, a little paranoia was often vital.
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Mei continued to watch Kuroshika and Jakiro work on possibly using alchemy to repair Kuroshika's heirloom. She would be on hand if they needed her assistance. But they seemed to have the situation well in hand. It took a long moment before she flashed a smile when she realized she'd made a joke. Considering what Jakiro had done to his hand, and having the situation well in hand! She nearly chuckled, but after a few recollections of sour looks she'd gotten from older members of the village when she laughed aloud for no reason, she stifled the urge. Instead, she turned to check on everyone else. It was getting late, and the other two still hadn't returned. The one she had only seen, she was a white-haired girl in a black dress. The other, she knew her a good deal better than that. After all, she had been the one she'd gotten to help with her milk problem. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she remembered, and shivered a little as the remembrances of those sensations ran through her.
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Honehime looked around as everyone discussed what to do. True, Lieselotte and Sakazuki had returned with food, but with the size of their group, they were limited in just how far they could stretch it. A stew, like the others said, sounded like the way to go. But there was one little problem with that. Looking around to confirm her worry, she found out she was correct. Waiting for a lull in everyone's comments, she forced herself to speak up, before raising what she thought was a very good question. "A stew sounds fine, but did anyone bring a pot?" She knew she hadn't, and she didn't recall seeing anyone else carrying all that much in the way of supplies.
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Lieselotte crouched by the pile of herbs, beginning to work towards separating the various types and removing any stray leaves or particles of dirt, things that wouldn't belong in their meal. She would leave the rest of the planning to the others. Glancing up at the Kaguya, she realized that she was right, nobody did seem to have a pot. She knew that she didn't have one. No matter, though. Something would work out, probably. And if not, they would survive. Maybe not in the most comfortable manner, but they could manage. After all, they were all presumably training to become ninja, a little hardship should be par for the course.
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Mei looked around as everyone began talking about what to do for supper. A stew sounded like the way to go, she wondered if she could help. Then, the quiet girl with blue hair spoke up, saying they needed a pot. She looked around, thinking it would sure be nice if there would just happen to be a pot lying around, ready for them to use. But of course, there wasn't. She glanced around one last time, then turned her head back to take a second look at Kuroshika. Had his arm just been on fire? No, he didn't look like he was in pain or in flames, it must have just been a reflection or something. She rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was getting tired already, and took another look around. Kuroshika was beginning to try to piece his sword together again, she moved closer to see if he needed any help. At the same time, she'd try to listen to everyone else, so that if they could figure out something to do, she could hopefully offer to help. It was possible she could make a pot with alchemy, but it wouldn't be easy. And they'd need a supply of metal to work with, that would be too much of a stretch to try to draw upon the earth beneath them for. She never once considered the idea of using Kuroshika's sword for such a purpose. Both because she wasn't the sharpest tack in the box, and also because it was a precious keepsake, it could hardly be put to such an ignoble purpose. But mostly the first option.
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'Mission is to infiltrate the Academy so that we can forge our own training program without others needing to lean of who, and what, we are.... Priority is given above this mission in order to protect and intervene against any other Death Eaters I come across...' Kain repeated his mission mentally before entering the academy, his hands twitching on the hilt of his twin blades; Kotetsu and Kiku-Ichimonji; a pair of katanas forged of Damascus steel; the black grains of metal glistening when drawn. As they were, for the moment, sheathed, Kain had no reason to show them off; as the blades' quality would likely bring attention to himself if he were not cautious to begin with.
His senses caught the vague aura of another Nin, he inhaled the air and grinned, recognizing the scent.... It was the small of darkness, an environmental effect to be specific. The aura was certainly present within the area; and not his own, as he was taking caution to keep it suppressed, as not to draw attention to himself in accordance with his mission.
Sighting the other Death Eater, Kain quickly spoke towards him; "...Quell the aura! Lest you bring attention to our order!"
This must be one of the younglings that the his Lordship Richard had mentioned; one he was supposed to keep an eye on. Kain's own armor was forged from his own soul, a darkened version of it, granted, yet still a powerful house of stability; the darkened armor shielding him from emotion and the motes of light that may have sprung up from his heart. In opposition, this Death Eater's armor was only in its early forms, various plates of armor popping up on the more vital locations, most of it greytones as opposed to black; and no hint of the bloodstained armor joints that his own armor housed. He was likely a youngling confused on his path; something that the Death Eaters could not afford to have... Nodding, Kain decided it best to keep an eye on him to ensure he did not prove a weak link in their order.

"Nay... not recently created. I was recently Freed... The legacy of the Death Eaters only allows five in existence at a time; as I'm sure you're well aware. For a new one to come into the world, one must cease their life... I was lucky; I didn't die. I was sealed away.... According to m'lord, there was a death with no birth; thus the trigger to my freedom of the seal. As the only Death Eater left to possibly make the number five, I was freed from my imprisonment... Kain explained his story simply and to the point, not bothering as to mention his age, an irrelevant fact of the matter for now. Upon closer investigation, he could see that this younger Death Eater, while cocky, hd some knowledge of what they both were. Despite his armor lacking the same tones of dark taints his own had, with time it would likely become as strong as his own. He still had doubts, but for now he would allow it to quell, deciding not to worry about it for the moment, instead deciding to test the boy's swordsmanship. "I am Kain Harvey, Well met Tsukaite... Tell me, are you trained in the art of the Dark Blade? Or are you merely wearing it for decor?" Had his armor a mouthslit, Tsukaite would see the Dark Knight's lips curling into a smirk. Kain's own blades, Kotetsu and Kiku-Ichimonji were of an older design, each requiring a slightly different swing. Kotetsu was his faster blade; designed like a Tachi; the length of a regular katana with a slight curve to its edge; allowing it to spin and slash easier than an ordinary katana. The other, Kiku-Ichimonji, was slightly weighed and shorter than Kotetsu. Its blade was thicker and designed for stronger hits and to take blows acting as a shielding sword as well. One for speed, one for power; the basic balance of a dual swordsman.

"I'm not worried about you trying to kill me, kid. I'l give you advice, it's not the fast blade you want to watch out for." Kain grinned as he unsheathed his twin blades from the single sheath he kept them in at his side. Unlike most dual swordsmen, he did not keep the blades on his back; rather keeping them in a singe sheath on his side. This both allowed him the comforts of mobility in his back, and the convenience of being able to draw a single blade without becoming unbalanced in his upper body. Kotetsu and Kiku-Ichimonji now in his hands, the longer of the blades, Kotetsu arced above his head while the shorter was in a defensive poise; Kain readied his stance and slowly began encircling his opponent. His circular pace both examining his opponent and marking the boundaries of their battlefield. "The goal is a strike on your opponent with the flat of your blade... Three hits for the win, no jutsu to be used." Despite initial appearances, Kain's armor was actually quite flexible. The red lines upon his armor were able to bend and flex like the jointed portions of his armor which would appear on a natural suit of armor. With the normal jointings, plus the red joints of his own design, it allowed greater mobility in his armor, and it was one of few armors with a layered back plating, allowing him to curl in his back when needed and to arch backwards; the platings shifting among one another like the movements of a serpent.