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The Guy sat in the mind of his host, watching as the child continued with his daily mundane tasks living at him home. It was a little interesting to watch from the eyes of a sane man how the world is and how it worked but that interest quickly started to find that little itch that The Guy had where he wanted to change reality yet again. He watched as the boy worked hard in his studies, reading through scroll after scroll like his life had depended on it. The Guy leaned over towards the window and tapped against it, hearing the sound of a knuckle knocking on glass before the boy started to look towards the window, convinced that it was something else.

”Oi, it is me. I am starting to get bored here, why not ditch this boring read and lets to make some chaos around here?”
“Look, I do not know who you are but seriously, get out of my head. Ever since you appeared, my life had slowly started to go down a spiral of destruction that I am finding ever increasingly difficult to drag myself out of.”
”Would if I could kid, you are the most terribly droll thing I have ever had the displeasure of inhabiting. If you would just stop refusing to look after my alter-egos who are more than likely trapped in the body of a mad-man, I could finally go back to the place I came from and you would not be slowly dispersing into my very own conscious.”
”Wha-wha-what!? I thought you told me that would not happen at all? Besides, is this not MY body? Should it not be you that is going to disappear into my conscious?”
”Ordinarily sure, but that kind of mumbo-jumbo would only happen if the dominate force was the original mind. MY mind is slowly overpowering yours. If that were not the case, you would have been able to resist me from the very start. It is through my good will that I keep you around as you are now as company so I do not have to sit in the quiet.”
”You really do not like quiet things do you?”
”Nah, quiet places makes me tense as you have already noticed. And when I am tense, you see ‘horrible’ things that are not that horrible.”
”It is horrible since it is like me walking into my mom in the bath. It frightens me on how you even get the inspiration to come up with most of the images you keep on showing me.”
”If you think that is frightening, wait until you see when I am sober and bored. Trust me, your life will be thrown upside down and a fist will be shoved into your ear.”
”Alright, FINE! Where do you want to go first?”
”When will you learn, everything is on impulse kid. Just roam and we will find something to do.”

The kid sighed as he rolled up his scroll and slipped it into a air-tight container. He told his mother that he would be out for a while and left the building, raising a hand to block the sun from directly shining into his eyes. He looked towards the left and then towards the right, wondering where they should go before heading off into a random direction, not really sure what they were going to end up doing. It did not take long before The Guy stopped him. They were next to a fountain that was streaming water from what looked like faces on the side of a pillar into a pool below. The stream of water was fluid and without what looked like breaks in the flow but something was off… The faces were starting to move in what looked to be a joyous song of trees, birds, sunshine, things you would hear from a Disney movie. He looked around to see the birds were holding each other in a line shoulder to shoulder with their wings as they swayed back and forth whistling with the tune, their appearance looking a little more like a drawing. He started to hear more singing from behind him, causing him to turn around to see children dancing around each other with their arms locked and skipping about. ”The ********? The Guy? Are you doing this?”

”Welcome to a little corner of my mind that is becoming more and more sane… See how horrible it is? There is nothing that could make this stand out as anything like me or anything I would create. Lately, I feel like I have been living in a rut. Not walking in a rut, but living in a rut… That is right, you are a rut kid. Boring as hell doing the same routine over and over again. If you want life to be fun, sometimes you have to do things that are out of the ordinary.”
”The… The Fountain…”

The water from the fountain started to change from something that was clear to a clear greenish color. The boy suddenly felt himself compelled to head to the fountain and drink from one of the streams that is coming out from the fountain. He fought the urge as best he could before his face went into the stream of liquid before tasting it. Sweet, bubbly, delicious. In fact, if he knew any of our drinks, it would have tasted like Mountain Dew and it seriously woke him up. As his eyes grew wide, he looked around to see a world filled with trees of cardboard, streets that looked like a giant trampoline, the buildings were… Gingerbread houses and the people look like witches… Are you seriously pulling a Hansel and Gretle right now?

”Wha-? Who said that?”
”Relax Jim, everything is going to be fine. It is just the guy who details our entire lives and yes, I really enjoy that book so why question it?”

Fine, whatever. By the way, it is nice to meet you Jim.
”But that is not my name…”
Alright then, what is your name.
”I do not know… You never told me what it was.”
Then congratulations. Your name is now Jim. SO ANYWAYS, back to what was going on, the kid felt a sudden fear that he was no longer in control of his own mind.
”Welcome to the New Age Kid… The Apocalypse as seen by me.”

The kid suddenly saw several explosions from nuclear bombs set off in the distance, raising mushroom cloud pillars of fiery death. The light was so bright, a shadow was cast upon the ground behind him that was stained before a wave of heat started to blow over him. It was not a gradual increase in heat either, the burning sensation was instantaneous as if his skin spontaneously lit on fire. The kid grabbed his upper arms in a self-hug as he fell to his knees reeling from the pain. Even though he thought himself dead, he found himself waking up in a pile of dust and ash, his body still burning from the hot soot sitting upon his skin. He slowly pushed himself to a sitting position, looking around to see a world that was destroyed by fire and wind. Flames still burned on and in the buildings, bodies burned down to the bones scattered the streets and thrown against nearby structures that used to be buildings, some of them were still on fire. The sky was blackened out from the cloud as it loomed over the village, the mushroom formation still visible from the point of detonation reaching high into the sky, the clouds forming what looks to be hundreds of skulls shouting at the sky for mercy. The kid struggled as he got to his feet, his eyes wide and starting to tear up. ”This… This is a nightmare… Right? This can not be real… I do not- can not believe that there is anything this destructive.”

”Oh really? I beg to differ.” The Guy walked out from behind a burnt tree trunk, hands in his pocket as he kept his eyes up towards the sky. ”Remember when I told you that I used to be from another body and mind? That body and mind had the strength to do this several times and survive from his own creations. What happened to him? He erased himself. He rid his life of what he used to be because he saw how big of a threat he was as he was to the world. Not many people were able to stop him, hell, he was pretty much the strongest person at the time but due to his fun loving nature, he tended to die from the smallest of details. This is just one time when his destructive power was used to destroy a village…” The boy stood there, his body starting to grow numb as he stared at The Guy with eyes so wide. He looked back to the destruction again, his eyes resting upon the image of a burnt corpse of a child clinging to a doll that barely managed to survive most of the burning. Tears started to stream down his brunt face as he lifted his hands up to his face and started to cry. ”This is… This is the true face of destruction… No child should suffer this kind of fate.”

”And yet they will! Until the end of time, there will be death. As long as there is death, people will find a way to kill. As people find ways to kill, the invent more and more destructive methods of destroy… This is merely one way to destroy hundreds, nay, thousands in one attack. And there will never be an end to it. Oh, and let us not forget what can possibly occur from the nuclear fall out.” ”From the what now?” The kid looked up towards where The Guy stood to see that he was gone before hearing a sound from behind him. Thinking that it was The Guy, he turned quickly to see an abomination standing before him. Human-like but mutated every which way, its face was distorted, one eyes drooping lower than the other while an arm was engulfed in boils filled with puss and was much longer than the other. The creature stood nearly 8 feet tall with a mouth that was lined with broken, yet sharp teeth. It raised its deformed and yet clawed hand before swinging at the kid who screamed as hard as he could before his vision went flying through the air, hitting the ground, and rolled to a stop to view his own body standing in front of the creature, headless, falling to its knees. Blood spewed out from the torn stump that was his neck before reality around him started to grow black and dark.

1918 +(1809*2)=5536

A proud day for The Guy. He was getting used to the new body, learning the secrets of a new clan, and even had the Prinny Squad (though no one could see them) basically running around looking at things. The Guy constantly changes his perception through the use of self-illusions to make the world seem like they are constantly interacting with the Prinnies as a way of self-amusement as he searched for another person to either drive to the brink of insanity or to bring them into his world so that they could teach him any abilities. Shame he had to do something like that to his host’s older brother, in fact, he was getting a miniature rant from the kid when he saw it but that did not bother him as much as it would have to other people. The Guy was used to voices in his head, though true enough he was used to many, MANY more voices spinning around in his head. He looked over his squad, watching them as they quivered as he started to walk towards them and reached out with one hand. He laid it upon the head of the closest prinny and its reality started to change. It was dark, the feeling of peg feet on wood crisp upon his feet. There was a loud murmuring that fused into what sounded as a single entity before a loud click from some floodlights in the distance turned on blinding the prinny with extreme light. Music started to play as the prinny suddenly recognizes it. It was the music from the ballad Swan Lake. The prinny struck a pose before starting to do a pirouette, spinning around and around… And around… And around… Holy crap I just realized that is the only thing they know how to do when it comes to dancing.

Sweat started to form all over the Prinny’s face and upper torso, his arms held high above his head as he continued to spin. His eyes were starting to show swirls of nervousness as the crowd started to talk louder than the volume of the music. People were obviously showing their discontent with the play and how it was going before someone started to jeer at the stage with boos and negative comments such as, “This play sucks,” and, “Get off the stage you hack!” The Prinny started to cry a little, as he continued to spin, food bits flying around him all the while. Suddenly, a chair erupted from behind, firing the cushion that laid upon it straight outwards and slamming the prinny in the face to his surprise was actually made like a custard cream pie. Was someone messing with him? But as the custard hit him in slow motion, almost frame by frame animation, something shout out in real time, “What the fuc~ BOOOOOOOOOM!” At that point, the Prinny was subjected to a point blank explosion where the pie was the epicenter of the nuclear explosion that just took place. The other prinnies, who just happened to be in the audience watching as part of the Genjutsu, was also subjected to the explosion, feeling their bodies burn up in the process. Though their deaths would be instantaneous within the Genjutsu, they would suddenly wake up sprawled on the ground grabbing at the air, trying to roll the feeling of fire from their bodies upon the floor. They stopped as soon as they realized they were not on fire but they could still feel themselves having been burnt to the point of obliteration. Their bodies even showed that they were severely marked and covered with burn marks, some of their doll-like flesh was even melted off.

They panicked a little; frightened that they might be dead (again) before realizing it was nothing more than an illusion thrown onto an illusion. Suddenly, one of them realized that The Guy was no where to be seen. “DOODZ! Master The Guy is not here! We got to look for him right now!” “Dood, for real? Master The Guy is scary enough as it is!” “Ah crap Doods, Master is going to kill us if we do not fight him quick!” The Prinnies scrambled about, looking around as much as they could for someone that could help them on their way. They found a child who thought that they were ‘cute’ laugh and tell them that the guy they were looking for was walking towards the center of the village. The group thanked the kid and started to rush off, tripping over one another while trying to quickly reach their master in order to earn their heavens, the currency they accept to earn their way to reincarnation. It took them a little while but they were able to make their way to The Guy who was sitting on a park bench perched like an owl while eating an ice cream cone with one of his feet. His attention turned towards the group as they piled onto the floor in front of him obviously very exhausted. “Master The Guy! Reporting for duty dood! We mean Sir, dood!” ”What the, I thought you guys were de-spawn if I got far enough away from all of you. Meh, whatever it is, it does not matter. Oh and before you get to askin’, I have always wanted to try eating like a monkey so why not start now?”

The Prinnies were about to speak but were quickly cut off by some official looking people walking up towards The Guy who had just finished off the last of his cone and was licking the melted bits from in between his toes. “Hey you there! What in heaven’s name do you think you are doing freaking people out like that? Put your shoes back on and eat like a normal human being,” demanded the official. The Guy looked up towards the man with a confused look before smiling wide a toothy grin. ”That brings up a good question on my part. What exactly is ‘a normal human being?’ I have two arms, two legs, a head with all parts such as the eyes, nose, ears and mouth. I am normal sized and have a full head of hair. I speak, I see, I smell the cologne you pour on yourselves (which stinks by the way), and my narrator is currently taking a dump right now.” … ******** you man… Just… Just ******** you…

“What the hell are you talking about. You are coming with me kid. The people at the precinct will want to have a word with you.” The Guy grinned widely again as he somehow managed a back flip on the chair, standing on the back of the bench in a handstand while caught in between his toes was a prinny. “What the, when did I get here Dood?!” ”Shut up and protect your master! Bomba Prinny!” With that, The Guy kicked forwards, tossing the Prinny who flapped his arms wildly in a futile effort to try to fly before colliding with the men who had just noticed its existence. As it collided with them, the prinny exploded in a violent blast of fire and air, knocking them to the ground with a look of shock. The Guy pushed himself off the bench and landed on his feet before starting to run off, not wanting to be caught just yet while he was having his fun. He ran into a nearby building which happened to be a restaurant, scaring the waitress as he slid under her, in between her legs and under her skirt which was short enough as it was. The woman screamed as the Guy called out, ”Nice,” before continuing his run into the kitchen and ultimately flying out of the back entrance. He could hear the guards chasing after him, trying to push their way through the crowds of people that The Guy left in their path as their curiosity had gotten the better of them. As they busted through the back door, they were suddenly assaulted with The Guy throwing a hand onto the ground as if doing a summoning seal before a large worm-like creature burst from the ground in between them and tried to devour them hole.

The Guy used this opportunity to quickly slip away from the four as they were distracted by the genjutsu through the alley way and back into the main street where he stopped next to a hotdog stand after nearly passing it. The four quickly caught up and surrounded The Guy, heaving heavily from having gone through all that running. “That is it you b*****d. You are coming into custody whether you like it or not. You got ME?!” The Guy looked towards them all, his arms completely filled with hotdogs before lifting one hand and pointing it to the sky, dropping a few hotdogs in the process. With his mouth full of food, The Guy called out, ”Prinny Squad, do your stuff!” With that, several prinnies fell from the sky before landing in between The Guy and the en trying to capture him. “We got your back Dood! … Dood?” The prinnies looked towards where The Guy was standing but was shocked to see that he was no longer there, already running off while eating as much as he could of the hotdogs while even the men chasing him were surprised they did not even notice his timely escape. “Whatever, come on Doods! We have to keep Master The Guy safe,” cried one of the Prinnies as they all drew out two rather large curved swords in each of their hands, looking rather battle ready. The men looked scared for a while, not knowing if they were the real things or not before deciding that they should at least try to chase after The Guy but had to stop as soon as the Prinnies started to fight.

Meanwhile, The Guy sat in a tree, devouring the last of the hotdogs before looking towards a squirrel that happened to scurry next to him to eat at any of the crumbs that happened to get stuck on the branch. ”Well, hello there Foamy. Delivered any words of wisdom lately? Oh what am I kidding, you are always delivering the messages of the Gods in Asguard to the people of mortal kind so why do I bother to ask. Say, could you do me a favor and go on a rant? Well, not now obviously, the people chasing after me would be completely against it after all.” The Guy smiled as he looked towards the direction he had just came from to see four men running in the direction of the tree he was in. He let himself fall backwards, releasing his grip from the tree before flipping once and landing on his feet, a little crouched as not to harm himself upon landing. He then started to run away from the group, wondering what he should do next to mess with them. He decided to run towards a nearby pond where he proceeded to dive into the waters, causing the men to stand just at the waters edge thinking of the best way to approach. But as mist started to cover the area, creating a small panic before it dying quickly to silence as four beautiful young women wearing thin white robes emerged from the waters with seductive looks upon their faces. The women’s eyes taunting the men as if trying to get them to rape each woman with their own eyes. As if the women’s gaze were not enough to leave the men dazed, their clothing was wet and almost see through. The women slowly approach the men, placing their hands tenderly over their bodies and faces, circling around them. Suddenly, each man would feel a sudden stab in their backs causing them to look downwards to find the tip of a dagger sticking out from their front, blood oozing from the wound. And then they collapsed from the shock…



1082 + (2,004*2) = 3,090

Yokouchi Yushiro, a shinobi of the Whirlpool village trends through town going towards the Academy to train into Genjutsu, the only art that is really used in the Whirlpool Village. Not many shinobi come here due to that no other art is taught besides Genjutsu. Yokouchi goes towards the Academy with a grim expression he normally has causing people to trend away from him which he hears nothing but whispers about his family being mysteriously murdered years ago. Yokouchi ignores it with the thought"They know nothing about my pain yet, they want to run their mouths where they don't belong, so typical of them." Yokouchi continues trending through town to the Academy as he has his hands in his jacket's pockets minding his own business. A young girl comes up to Yokouchi and ask him"Are you ok?" Yokouchi knows the girl before him which he shakes his head a bit and as he passes by, he whispers"Don't ask me ok, not in public alright." The girl nods to him as he continues on by.

Yokouchi Yushiro arrives back at his village which the boat stirs around a bit as the crew and captain anchor the ship at the island. Yoko steps onto the island once again which the guards at the gate allow Yoko through knowing he is one of the village's shinobi and recently became a Genin. The men say to Yoko"Master, there should be water at your home, we made sure there was bottles of water set in your home's fridge." Yoko then turns to them with a stern look but smiles saying"Thank you, have a wonderful day; due to the long journey you should take some rest." Men of the ship crew nod as Yoko walks away from them going towards his home. There is a old mansion that lives on the hill on the island which is Yoko's family home, Yokouchi did give only certain individuals access to the back door to his home through a unique hand sign, something he created by learning through Genjutsu training. Yoko enters his home using his family's front door which he uses his family house key, the door creaks due to the house being old and such. The door shuts with a click as it locks in place with a humming of a jutsu being attached to the door to ward off intruders from entering the home. Yoko breathes out and sighs thinking"I am finally home after a long day away from home, well i am going to grab me a bottle of water and relax for a bit." Yoko goes to the kitchen with the wooden floors that have been there for a long time nice and sturdy after all. Yoko reaches with his pale hands to the fridge's handle pulling open the door as he reaches in grabbing one of the many bottle of water that had been prepared. Yoko smiles thinking about the fact all these years after his family had died, the shinobi of the island have taken very close care of him specially since he lives by himself. Yoko with his drink in his left hand, he goes to his book shelf grabbing a book but its about the special arts of Reverse Gates. Yoko is being lazy but also studying the Reverse Gates to learn a lot about it. One of the first gates is the gate of opening, the first gate that is the starting point. Yoko reads the diagram on it as he flips through the pages, reading the details even the smallest to the biggest learning how to master the first gate. Yoko places the book down as he goes up stairs to sleep, normally Yoko sleeps when he is tired but often times he will do so for studying so that the learning sinks into him. Yoko lays onto his bed thinking about the first gate of opening as his first step in mastering Genjutsu, the gate training won't be easy and it will be long hours of training before he reaches the final gate.

Yokouchi Yushiro wakes up the next day after the first day learning the first gate of the Reverse Gates known as the Gate Of Opening. During his sleep, Yoko learned that the gate of opening allows his genjutsu to work twice the rate in battle but its the weakest out of all the eight gates of the Reverse Gates. Yoko then sits down like he did before and pulls back the same book that he had in his lap last night. The next gate is called The Gate Of Rest, according to it, The Gate Of Rest restores the user's body. All wounds and such will go away due to the second gate being activated which leads up to the next gate after that. Yoko wishes to take it one at a time because there was a big warning at the start of the book about the forbidden technique among his clan. Each gate that is opened will make the user more prone to risk that follow after the third gate. Though the first gate didn't pose any risk neither does this one but to Yoko, that doesn't mean risk won't follow in the later gates. Yoko then focuses on his learning of the first gate, and since he isn't wounded or anything he can only imagine himself in battle. Yoko seems to go into a trance as if he is placed into a Genjutsu and within that trance he imagines getting hurt and within that imagines himself activating the second gate restoring his body back to the previous condition. Yoko gets out of the trance but doesn't knowledge it as a sickness but a mind of battle. Genjutsu users can imagine images in their minds strongly because of the many Genjutsu that lie within their abilities which becomes part of their soul and composition as well. Yoko is no exception but he is a special shinobi because he had given up the knowledge of everything else in order to improve his Genjutsu by learning the Reverse Gates. Yoko is aware of learning Ninjutsu back in the Academy but ever since he learned the very basic to access the first gate, those powers no longer are in his inventory of mind. Yoko imagines Ninjutsu in his body are sealed up in the far depths that himself cannot reach. Yoko doesn't regret learning about the Reverse Gates as to him Genjutsu is his prized possession as well it carries his family's legacy. Yoko thinks about all the times his father would be in this very study room he is sitting in, no wonder why. Yoko is figuring out his father was trying to improve his own Genjutsu as well but before anything like that could happen, he was murdered in cold blood. Yoko believes in a way, his father had placed the books the way he did to help Yoko discover it. "Was it possible my father knew something was going to happen and to prevent anything happen to the secrets, he placed the books in this order to help me find it?" Yoko thought as he sat down with the seat underneath him cushion him as it would wrinkle to the weight. Yoko also thought about his mother as well and how his mother would always set out bottles of water for him. His siblings would drive him nuts to no end and didn't care what he said regardless of him being the oldest out of them. Yoko now understands, in each every family member that have died, they left something for Yoko to find. Yoko found the secrets of the clan from his father and then on top of it, his mother left behind the great ideals she had in mind for the village itself as well as the shinobi. Yoko always smiled how she had a great outlook saying every shinobi in the village is family and that family look out for each other. Yoko had many bad times and his siblings would do the stupidest things but in the end, it made Yoko laugh cheering him up so he always refered his siblings as his little "munchkins" which always had a love tone about it. This gate, the Gate Of Rest, it means something more to Yoko now. The word rest when he thinks about it, it made him thought about family and how they always rested together whenever they had dinner. Each gate will tell Yoko's story from start to finish. Yoko then puts the book away in a neat fashion similar to his father, Yoko then goes up to his bedroom and falls asleep as his wraps his arms around his pillow falling into dreams, dreams that Yoko wished could become reality.

Yokouchi Yushiro then wakes up the next day as he yawns a bit, thinking about the previous gates he has learned so far. It surely has him warmed up and ready for the next gate that is going to appear in the next chapter of the clan's book. The next gate is called The Gate Of Life which by description in the book as Yoko walks back and forth from the living room to the study room; its able to make his Genjutsu even stronger but it also negates the opponents Ninjutsu or unique jutsu ways of canceling his Genjutsu. The Gate Of Life, Yoko traces his finger over the page thinking about the word itself which is life. Yoko thinks about life and all the endless meanings different shinobi can find. They are like scattered keys, each correspond to different hearts and different minds as well. What is life to Yoko and truly will he find answers to Life itself despite his family's deaths so long ago? Yoko puzzles on this question as all this time, he has kept people arms length, the fear of being hurt again if someone close to him died like his family. Though its the wrong meaning, its about life not death and Yoko realizes this as he studies. Yoko thinks about everything from the day a baby is born and the day the kid is being taught how to ride a horse or being taught a jutsu. Deeper then that, Life branches itself within Yoko's mind to multiple things that are in the shinobi world that are alive and well such animals and plants. Even people like himself that are breathing every second of every day. Yoko thought of this life this way which had only begun after his family had died. Yoko thinks of weakness and if you bare weakness, you will stop moving which therefore be robbed of life. Despite the burdens or any pains, a shinobi must endure for the sake of life and all that proceeds it. Yoko had moved on this very motto or ninja way however it comes with its own pains and such for Yoko. Yoko knows his mother taught him well about life and how she views it. His mother always had a kind view on life, his mother believed that for one shinobi to enjoy life, its to experience life by pushing through anything that burdens a shinobi. For Yoko, he hasn't really gotten passed the fact his family died which carries heavy coldness in his heart. Its become part of him and for that, its like a life barrier around his heart preventing his mother's words that are deeper then blood reach him. Yoko thinking about his mother and what she has taught him, he frowns a bit thinking back to the day before it all came to a end. His mother that day expressed how much life she had seen from his first day born. To her, Yoko breathing and crying was a huge sign of life in his very body and soul. It was deeper then that of course but Yoko was too young and born to understand any of that. Now that Yoko thinks about it, he finally gets what his mother was trying to get to him. Hating and loathing over their deaths isn't going to help him neither will it help him get close to others. Yoko realized his mother would of wanted him to enjoy life to the fullest to the way he was before their deaths. Its very clear now like a painting so stained on the wall it can never be washed away and has a calling to its presence. Yoko then fully begins to understand the Gate Of Life as it grants him the ability to protect life as his mother would of done so many years ago. Yoko knew his mother at the time before her death was training as a shinobi together with her husband. Due to their heritage, they must of been targeted by a unknown person or group even. Yoko doesn't care to find out who they are because revenge isn't his ideal but protecting his village is the true thing he is going to focus on. Yet his siblings were only in their early years, they were still killed as well, most likely to prevent any shinobi of his family surviving including him. Yoko shakes his wondering if he will ever find out if his dad knew someone was coming to their family and intended harm. Its best for him not to find out as it will only make his head hurt in loss over the family. Yoko then puts the book away and figures he should start cooking some food. His mother did teach him how to cook several times through each year as he grew up from the age of eight. Yoko figures he make him some stew, it has carrots along with peas and many other veggies to it. After some time has passed, the stew was very well ready for sweet tasting. Yoko felt very hungry, also another thing life has to do to sustain itself. In order for life to continue, life has to survive through all means of nutritional diets and such. Battle also comes into play about survival, every day many shinobi come to dangers outside the villages. Its life and life will always struggle day and day out no matter how easy or hard things get. Yoko licks his chops a bit as he would sit and linger over his stew which he laughs thinking about how his mother would joke with him that she would take away his father's books just to get him to eat. Yoko always did what his mother told him even if it meant stepping over glass, not literally. It was this kinds of things that are so simple but strong in the meaning of life. Yoko would reach for the spoon on the table that he had set prior to the stew being made, the spoon's tip would dip into the stew. It was like it was skinny dipping in the big ocean and Yoko took a bite of the stew. The stew had a very good taste of carrots along with all the meat that was gathered by the other villagers. There is a few animal kinds that live on the island but the shinobi live well including Yoko. Yoko finished his bowl of stew and stores the rest of the stew into the fridge in proper containers to prevent the food from going bad and it will last for awhile. Yoko then with a powerful yawn, Yoko then goes the stairs just like the few nights before, the hallways would some what greet Yoko with creaks and soft sounds as he steps through. The night was filled with stars to the brim like it was a cup and it was overflowing with grace to the sleepy Yoko. Yoko then tramples over and falls right onto the bed with a smile on his face with many good memories of his family traveling through his mind like a race track.

Yoko wakes up the next day yawning a bit as the word life rang through his mind from the previous night. It was sure one heck of a study that Yoko didn't expect. Yoko gets up from his bed, straightening out the sheet itself making the bed look nice; then heads down stairs. The steps creaked and made noises like it was haunted by some eerie and screeching ghost but otherwise normal. Yoko then goes to the kitchen to make him some breakfast before starting the study he must do over the next gate. Yoko gets cooking by grabbing a good size cooking pan and goes to the fridge pulling out a carton of eggs. Yoko planned to make himself two egg and ham wraps, it was a good way to start off and fill himself up before the training begins. The wraps were tightened together like a blanket over the eggs and ham making it into a omelet type of deal. Yoko remembered all the times his mom would call him down from upstairs with omelets made and the family gathered together to eat breakfast before the day begun. After the cooking had been done, Yoko takes the plate that held his homemade wraps and sits down at the table with a fork and knife. Yoko would trend the side of the wrap with the knife as he would use a fork to stab into the piece cut off and put it in his mouth. The way the wrap tasted made only Yoko's mouth water indeed. Yoko admitted his mother is better at cooking then he is which he dearly misses his mother's food that was made on a daily basis. There had been days where his mother doesn't make any dinner but instead tells everyone there is left overs for dinner which did get eaten every day. Yoko as he comes back to reality, nobody is sitting at table enjoying a wrap like he is. His family had been gone for years which leaves a wound in his heart. After his food was finished, Yoko went to the study to pull out the book hoping to get it off of his mind. Yoko had to deal with all the funeral and everything else which only made the pushing away everyone attitude begin. Yoko finds out the 4th gate is known as Gate Of Wound. Yoko thought about his emotional wound from the loss of his family, its still there, open far as ever. The wound had closed a little but its still close to the original size after all. When something such as family loss is present, Yoko recognizes that it takes time to heal it however he doesn't know if the wound will either go away or open further double time. The Gate Of Wound is meant to allow Yoko to stack genjutsu upon his target and along with that his opponent will hurt for some time after a Genjutsu has ended. Wounds travel across time and space to many shinobi, the type of wound that takes either forever to heal or never heals at all. Yoko has had the heart wound of his family for a long time and its never faded really. That wound only continued to make itself known to Yoko no matter what Yoko applies to the heart to heal it. Yoko thought about how the wound has strengthened him in some ways, Yoko had become more serious about protecting his village but in the end, he became very brutal to any outsider that dared to trend upon his home. He means good but due to his wound, he doesn't have a kind heart for outsiders due to the loss of his family. Some agree and understand his feelings but others disagree and that he should live in peace for his parents. Both sides have their points but yet Yoko can only decide what he truly is going to do once he dives further into his journey and path. Will he rage across the shinobi world for the death of his family Or will he find peace and live stronger for his family by protecting every shinobi he knows and cares for? The wound is unbearable but yet Yoko doesn't wish to submit to the rage in his heart which can consume him and turn him into a completely hateful being which would involve him hating his own village for not protecting his family as well. Yoko really lies in the middle of his heart, his heart competes between rage and peace; no matter what choices he looks at and no matter the solutions he has found. The solutions only lead to a dead end which Yoko didn't understand, perhaps there was something he was missing. Yoko didn't know what this missing thing was neither could he possibly have hope of finding it. Yoko wondered if someone would have a answer about how to deal with the wound in his heart which stuck itself to Yoko like a huge stain on his soul. Yoko studies over the gate wondering how would he conqueror this wound. Would it involve him getting stronger and mastery over the gates? Would he find his answers by mastering its power? Though some shinobi, this works and for other shinobi it didn't work; Yoko hopes that he does find the answers by mastering his clan's gates which improve his Genjutsu. If it isn't the answer to the wound in the heart, he will surely seek people but yet he doesn't like trending to outsiders as to him outsiders he feels are to blame about his family's deaths. There was a lot of visitors that day before his family died which happened all mysteriously. Someone was very careful about how they entered the village and assassinating his entire family without a shed of a doubt. He remembers the day he found his home, there was blood everywhere like a wolf trended in there and gnarled on them. The Killer didn't stop at all despite the screams as they came down upon his family not having any regret or mercy for them. Yoko has tears from his eyes appearing as he studied thinking about how he wished he was a shinobi and very strong but there was nothing he could do since he didn't apply for shinobi classes until after his family's deaths. This was hard on him so far, he thought about the word that came after opening which allowed him great focus on and what it could mean to him or anyone else. Yoko silently screamed inside himself as his heart only ached at the idea who the killer could of been. Was the killer part of the village or was the killer came from a village where they developed genjutsu and knew about his family's abilities? Were they jealous about it? All these questions poured into Yoko as he cried to himself gripping the book. Yoko puts the book away, he just couldn't look at the description of the Gate anymore, it was drowning him into sadness something he hasn't felt for a long time. All this time, Yoko merely stayed strong hoping he wouldn't cry for his family but in the end he cried. If Yoko was able to describe his tears, they would be in the color of blood, the mix of sadness and anger for sure. Yoko didn't make any dinner that night as he had thought too deep back to the night of his family's deaths which he goes back to bed and due to his sadness, he finally understand the power of the fourth gate allowing access to it.

Yoko wakes up instead in the afternoon, which he slept really past the time he desired. Either way, he realizes the Wound Gate is accessible to him since he found the meaning behind his wound and the two choices he has yet to decide. That choice will have to be made one day but for right now its still being weighed in his mind which attracts him to the next gate training. The next gate is known as Gate Of Limit, its main purpose is to restrict the powers of the muscles and mind. If Yoko manages to learn the 5th gate, it will allow him to take off those restrictions allowing him to cast Genjutsu without hand signs however this when risk will kick in as well. The risk behind the 5th gate is for a certain amount of time passes, the gate's power will cause pressure to build up on Yoko's body. If its held for too long, his body will go numb and lose functions completely. Yoko with him in the study room, he looks over the book's descriptions and suggestions about using the fifth gate. Yoko reads in the book that if the fifth gate causes almost too much pressure that starts making his body feel numb, its then to shut off the fifth gate. The caution though is that he will be left defenseless against his opponents attacks. Yoko shakes his head a bit as he thinks about the fifth gate and thinking when he would use it if its power should be called upon the battlefield. The word Limit also has its meaning behind all of this. Limitations bind every shinobi but there is the few that could break these limits increasing their powers exponentially however everything like that comes at a heavy risk. The risk of the body losing its function would be too great for Yoko so he advises to himself that he must only call on such a gate when its power is required to defeat his opponent. However he must beat his enemy within the short time window as going any further then its regular interval will give a very heavy price. Yoko places the book down thinking about the limits and the limitations he had placed on himself after he learned the very basics to access the first gate some days ago. The limitation was to give up his Ninjutsu and any other art besides Genjutsu, that sacrifice was worth it. Though new limitations rise on the powers of the Reverse Gates, other gate like abilities will have the same kind of rules except between each one can be very different on risks. Shinobi like Yoko have to adjust to these risk and use them best way possible. The limitations and such aren't a easy thing to surpass now even with new jutsu that can be formed by someone such as Yoko. Yoko thinks about the limitations in many different directions such as creating jutsu that can be a whole new Genjutsu that creates a world of dreams similar to what has happened in the past however, every jutsu will possess a limitation that isn't going to be instantly discovered. It takes time to figure it out and also takes time to perfect it as well because everyone should possess some sort of legacy jutsu. Yoko also thinks about the limitations about himself such as what choices he has made to keep himself protected at all times against people. Is there so many limits that only hinders Yoko from getting through what he lost? Would his family want him to limit himself by keeping people in arms length? Yoko knows they wouldn't want him doing such a thing as it would make Yoko lonely. However this is the way Yoko deals with this, due to that he doesn't wish to get hurt again by the demises of people he cares about. The demises did cause limitations but they are like hidden ones that stay in the far back of his mind not always bothering him. Though when they do bother him, its like a ringing in the soul that shakes the entire being causing him to be depressed as well as confused with questions of why this occurs. Yoko thinks about his father and wonders what his limitations were, despite him being a shinobi. Yoko does remember his father never really had the kind of limitations like himself. His father didn't really lose anything like him, his mother, or even his daughters and sons. All of them existed with him and laughed in his company enjoying his love along with his sweet smiles including towards Yoko. Yoko thinks back to all the times he was performing jutsu and even though they must of had limitations, his father didn't give up perfecting them. Yoko thinks about the genjutsu he has learned so far, there is going to be limitations that give those genjutsu away but also those limitations can be a warning sign to the opponents that they are underneath a Genjutsu. There is limitations that go across the boundaries of jutsu into character among other things. There are limitations everywhere no matter what you go, the limitations are in place after all to keep things under control. Yoko thinks deeper on this about his own limitations, the limitations that come from his family dying on that horrible night. Why did it have to occur at such a bad time? Did Yoko limit himself due to that he blames himself for the deaths of his family? Who would help him handle such a limit? Yoko just wishes he had answers to the questions that keep popping up from time to time, if he had answers, maybe it would help him with the limits. It is quite expelling on him as these limitations will only continue to push in his mind like its a hammer. Its such a hammer that keeps banging in his mind trying to bother him over the limit he placed on himself due to blame. However Yoko blames the outsiders to try to reduce this limit, so that he would be able to do what he pleases without any regret. The blaming of outsiders are another limit as well on his life, as long as he keeps blaming other people that had nothing to do with his family only drags him down. Yoko doesn't really see this due to the anger that lies within him about the entire family dying. Yoko continues to study further and further thinking about new jutsu he could make but also combos that would help knock out the potential limit that may possess. There is certain genjutsu that would be great combos against his foe and would hinder them to the extreme without back firing on him. Yoko's limits are like a shadow to his life, it will only bare on him and pulling him to the darkness of the world as if its trying to claim him. If he isn't careful, his own limits can lead him to darkness as the darkness travel in his heart around the single events of his family. There will be a day that his limits will be lifted off of him which will make it easier for him. Its just about letting go of his family and not being obsessed over his family's death. It doesn't need to be limitation as his mother would tell him, limiting himself due some past events or the drop of a hat kind of mistake isn't going to help his family prosper in him. Yoko is bound to have a family of his own one day which will come far away once his limit is gone from his mind. Its so important he gets over it all. The emotions and such are like a hurdle that constantly comes forth at Yoko and he only continues to fall on it due to that he blames himself so many times over. His father would surely bonk him on the head and give him a talk about blame. His mother would do the same however she would put it in a very loving way, such a loving way that embraces Yoko. Yoko always enjoyed his mother's kindness as he talked to his mother about a lot of things. If she was here, Yoko would talk to his mother about all the blame he places on himself which a talk with mom would surely take it all away. Though Yoko remembers that his mom also told him if anything ever bad happened, to shoulder it and become strong. Yoko smiles but goes back to the normal expression thinking about at times, he feels like he is chained down can't get up for nothing due to the heavy burden in his heart he continues to fight against on his own. That is Yoko's whole problem about limits. He takes on things by himself not thinking about his comrades that may be hurting about his family's loss as well but yet he continues to struggle unnecessarily.

Yoko figures he wraps up his training which he has a Elder come up and say"I see you are working on the Reverse Gates." Yoko turns to him and says"Yes i am, its quite difficult really i didn't expect it to take so much time but yet i think it may take more time then i thought." The elder nods a bit and says"Well i think the gates will come natural to you, you are your father's son after all and he was a very powerful shinobi." Yoko nods in sadness a bit which the Elder continues"Well i do have a suggestion, there is a village long outside from this place and its known as the Hidden Moon Village, heard of it?" Yoko says back to the elder"Well no, i haven't heard of such place." The elder hands him a letter which refers to the Hidden Moon Village containing directions to the village."I give you my old boat, i don't tend to travel outside the village at all really, besides i have to stay here to keep order in the clan. You young ones should be going out into the world and experience things, it is important for growth after all." Yoko watches the elder depart from him with a smile to him and Yoko stuffs the letter into his pocket carefully and heads back to his family mansion. There is something he must wear if he is going to go out into the world, he doesn't want outsiders seeing his real appearance though he is going to need a code name so that he can cover his real name. His real name can potentially give information of what village he is from after all. Yoko pulls a book tilted a bit revealing a secret wardrobe that has his father's Anbu gear. Its very ancient and taken care of in perfect condition for wear. Its been a long time since the gear was last worn at all. Yoko then puts on the gear over his standard clothes which he finds himself extremely light in the clothes, no wonder why his father was known as the Jumping Illusion. His father was known to use jumping maneuvers and Genjutsu to beat his opponents. With that, Yoko then locks the door to the mansion behind him and heading to the docks getting on the elder man's boat that was given to him as a gift and travels to the Hidden Moon Village.
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