Fallen Shinobi of the Mist: The Hidden Graveyard

[Panthers7]

After searching through the area of the mist, which wasn't that far seeing as the rather stupid animals didn't know too much of who they were looking for except for looks, spotted what they thought was their master except it was simply a clone. Upon meeting up with the clone that was had watched the students all the way up to Kiri, heard the instructions that the snakes had ordered from the creator of both of them. The clone along with the snakes going on as scouts, asked around the village as they tried to see if they saw a fiery headed girl about. After about fifteen minutes of constant searching, they were informed of the direction that the person had spotted the girl. The clone took the direction that it was informed the girl had went as it heard a hiss from the girl who seemed to be underneath the tree. Though the clone didn't have feelings persay, seeing the girl like that underneath the tree knew consequences upon the owner. With a rather immediate sprint over to her, the boy spoke,"You.. girl... Are you ok?" The clone asked as it squatted down a little, tilting it's head from side to side to access the girl and see if any ailment had plagued her before continuing,"If you are indeed fine. Report to the office of the Mizukage post-haste."The clone said before finally crumbling and dispersing into a muddy dirt mix, as the snakes parted now that their duty to Zin was completed.  

[LordTares]

Lightning Terror

Infinite One Master| Mist ANBU Captain| Jonin Commander| Lightning Terror |Bloody Mist

The Summary
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The misty grave yard always seemed to have a pleasent gleam coming from it, it was probably because there were no trees to hinder the sun back, so the beems of light made a golden glow in mist during the mornings and afternoons. It was mostly around these times that one could always find the Jonin Commander walking up the stone path towards the Shinobi Grave Yard. Every month or so the young children of the village would come by and become care takers by trimming the grass, washing the stones, and placing fresh flowers as the rock monuments dedicated to the long line of shinobi that have defended this nation and died as a servent to its cause. Whatever its cause maybe, LT added to his thoughts as he could recall that Kiri was not always in the right and sometimes swayed to the side of evil. Luckily with Luo's guidence and LT's help, they over threw the evil during the purge that had killed both the previous Mizukage and Kazekage thus naming Zane and Luo kages of both respected villages. Wow how so much has changed since then... and nothing has changed.




Tares finally made it up the stone path to the entrance where he paused for a moment hearing the sounds of thunder in the distance in the darkening sky. It was a long time since any one really entered here in a mass numbered funeral. Granted there were a few fellow shinobi that had passed, but nothing to the amount of attention than when the Gobi attacked. So many people were lost on that day, but that was only a drop in the well compared o the short life time that Tares had served- he had fought along so many that are not here today, it was a tremendous tragedy, but tragedy's like those bring people and communitees together so much more. . . Tares remembered the names of his dearest friends and family of which he knew personally, they served with him and he let them down. "It's been a long time. . . My friends." Each and every one of them died while serving along side Tares. And yet here he remained. He remembered how Luo thought that all of Kiri would hate him for the Gobi attack, but instead the people loved him all the more, and how Yamatano Hatake lost three clan's men including his uncle, and Kaizen Minoru lost his entire family. The freinds both LT and Fordon lost were tremedous, but it was a counter attack lead by LT himself that caused a lot of causlties, but it was to by time for Luo to seal the Gobi. Which would have cost Luo his life if Kaizen didnt save him the last moment. But it was that moment that would seal Kaizen's fate as the five tails host. The sky opened with rain and thunder rolling in from the heavens.

"That was all, years ago. I'm sorry Ezra, Fordon, Saja, Yuka, Yohei, AL, Saka, Rios, Ryusuke Uzumak, Ogoun, Toji the Death Dealer, Magimari, Carlin, Marshall, Fjorde, Alan Shadow, Ajax, Bayonne, Remorse, Reidus, Thurn, Simon Gabriel Arch, Lord Tares the 3rd of Trinity, Mohawker, and many many more....., ... I'm so sorry."



His words trailed off as he flashedback to the real reason he was here, it was even years further before those events of the Gobi attack. Way back then. Back then Tares was a such a young boy, a Genin under the command of a Jonin named Yohei Tanaguchi. Yohei was a good spirited man with plenty of laughs and he always had a piece of grass sticking out of his mouth as if he were some bad a** samurai, but everyone knew that deep down -and even on the surface for that matter Yohei was all smiles and cheery even in the worse situations. He always liked to express himself though painting and tried to make others smile just by looking at one of his doodles. Yohei always carried his painting kit and brush every where he went, even on missions, It was his trademark. . . It was in that squad that LT's memories haunt him forever. Squad 3, consisting of Tares Uchiha, Rios Demascus, and Ezra dela Luna. The love of his life, Ezra was everything he wanted, hoped, and dreamed to have, but he was always too scared to do anything about it. She was always into animals, chasing birds and chipmunks, and feeding the fish or deer. Her heart was always so connected with nature and she had love for all she met. She just had a glow about her that just attracted people to her, maybe that was her bright red hair or her lightly freckled face. Tares never knew. She always loved her animals, it was her trademark. . . Rios was the kid that Tares always wanted to be, he was always cool, silent, tough, always made good grades, always got the chicks, always won the fights, and he was always polite, and he always had a black kakashi like mask covering his face, It was his trademark. . . Worst yet, Tares was Rios's adopted brother. So not only at school was Tares in Rios's shadow, but at home as well. But it wasnt bad at all, Rios always looked out for Tares as if they were a cut from the same blood and Tares never knew why. He never knew why until that day, the day when he lost all three of them. . . He and he alone heard every last word each of his friends spoke, and he would remember them as if they were carved into his own skin, "It's because. . . we are family." were the last holy words his brother would ever speak in this world.

Tares walked through the shrines of countless brothers and sisters in arms that had fallen. Each row that LT slowly walked past gave a deeper tug at his heart and made his foot steps fall harder and harder, as if walking closer to his friends made him weaker with each step. The rain poured heavy as it pounded his body with the echos of thunder roaring overhead. 'Why...' His throat hurt as his body begged to let him cry, his hand subcontiously reaching for the pain in his throat. It was at that point the proud and powerful Jonin Commander could no longer walk, he collasped in agony letting out a terrifying roar of mercy and loneliness. 'So many gone...' He crawled on his hands and knees through the puddles and grass, through the pain and through the time. He knew his illness, they gave a name for it, Survivors Guilt or PTSD, but just by naming something didnt make the pain go away. Inch after inch he made his way closer to the markers of his closest friends. 'I am so so sorry!' One hand in front of the other, inch by inch, his vison blurred by the rain flowing from above, or was it tears. Finally as if by some miricle he found their row, and their station. All the stones looked as if they were all of these past shinobi standing in rank, still ready to go out as a never dying battalion fighting for the future of their people. For the Mist. Tares slumped his back against one stone and he slide off to the side with a loud splash of rain water. He laid there on his side, inbetween the two grave markers of his friends Rios and Ezra as if he had died there along with them. The three bodies laying together in this raining parie of souls. He sobbed and sobbed in the water, but it was in that same rain water that Rios gave him strength, and it was that same water in which Ezra wiped away his tears. The same rain water that Yohei clensed his sins, and Yuka healed his pain. The same water that Saja made him laugh, and AL stand proud. The same water that Saka made him sturdy and Ogoun give him faith. It was in these raining, torential down pouring water that rebuilt this falling apart and lame excuse of a man, into one of the strongest shinobi of his generation. It made him the Jonin Commander of all Mist Shinobi. It made him the ANBU captain of one of the most elite fighting forces in the world. It made him the Lightning Terror, one of the most respected Ninja's in the entire planet. It was these waters, that the mist was made. It recharged him, forged him to drive on and to be a better man. The Jonin slowly sat himself back up and he breathed slowly now, with control he rested himself leaning against Rios with his arm resting on Ezra. In the dark rain he pulled down his mask so his friends could see what kind of man he had become. His silver hair was soaked and his eyes were still brown and soft as always. He had definately gotten more scars since then and some facial hair too, his gotee was just as silver and his head. He was more built than that scrawny kid back then could have ever hoped to be. Out of his pouch LT fished out a bottle of sake, letting his friends have a sip first before he took a swig. The downpour let down a little as LT started to share with his friends what he had done, about how he trained Kai, Yama, and Kan and what his students were like and what he hoped they would grow up to be. How he fought zombies and battled demons. Where he had been and what he had planned to be. He really hoped his friends loved the man he had become. But after several hours of talking with Ezra and Rios, Tares felt it was time he should let them rest. He patted Rios on the shoulder and slipped in Ezra a kiss, before standing to face the both of them. " I'll see you guys soon. For the Future..."


Dedicated to all of those who are lost. Real or Imaginary, you still help shape who we are.

Chakra Points= 160
Demascus made Katana= 1
Exploding Smoke Grenade= 4
Makibishi= 24
Shuriken= 40
Light Bombs= 2
Fūma Shuriken= 1
Steel Wire=110ft.
IOSS= 1
Exploding Tag= 80

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