This thread covers Izanamis’ initial re-awakening, training and preparations. Most of these events take place a very old Cathedral built and partially carved into a mountain. Cathedral is called Right seat temple, common referred to by its inhabitants, The Right.
Posted: Sat May 29, 2021 12:20 am
▰▰▰ |SHINOBI • INFO| ▰▰▰ Adonana, Izanami | C | Jack Specialist |
In a chamber five levels beneath the basement of The Right Seat temple to O-inari. Old and somewhat shabby, yet filled with some furniture and old clothes, a bed in the centre where the figure of someone appearing to be a teenage girl with black and white hair appeared to be sleeping. A thin veil covered her from head to toe, blurring her appearance ever so slightly, the only sign she was alive was from the slower than normal rising and falling of her chest. The girl laying here, if you could call had remained essentially unmoving for about twenty years by this point, healing her spirit which almost met its end. Still routines were not exempt from changes, today marking a start to significant changes in the figures routine to take place.
Now when people wake up it is always difficult to do so all at once with someone trying to tel you important information, just imagine. Well this girl was about to receive a direct revelation from her god, an experience that even the conscious would have difficulty handling and now it was basically an alarm. The still figure would flinch before opening their mouth slowly and draw and audible and shaky breathe, her closed eyelids vibrating with rapid movement of her eyes beneath. Inside the girls mind she was being struck by images of events past, present and soon to be in a non specific jumbled order to most of it, although a few specific of these vision were more clear to her. The past portrayed false gods that had once ruled like true deities, ancient members of the Junsei clan that lived today, one freed from his prison and would search out his siblings.
Next a young boy who dwelled in a hidden place, only to be drawn into a dark storm of black feathers, assailed with possible futures and cursed for a path of darkness and blasphemy to the gods when he would become a man. An empire taken and filled with anti life and evil, a waking nightmare world of contently ignorant sheep that were nothing but lambs to the slaughter. Then a future of where the darkness of that land became a cancer that spread its tendrils and infected other places as the boy that was now a man chased after a certain fate to fight against the fate of the gods. From beyond an in-perceivable darkness from between the boundaries itched and grew toward the man with time until he became more than a man, becoming something else that spelled an uncertain future even to the gods. Mountains of bodies piled atop one another was the girls podium as she starred at the many upon his throne of lies and overshadowed by terrible eyes that could drive the sane mad burning above the man... She reached a hand and asked who her was, no sound coming from her mouth as he turned toward her and the mountain of bodies would collapse, the girl falling toward blackness as a word rang out, the name of the man she saw... Satoshi.
“Nerrggh!” The girl exclaimed with eyes snapping open and a coward thrust of motion to sit her straight up instantly, throwing the veil off of her, producing a small cloud of dust. Images and feelings still assaulted her, suffering and anguish of all those potential souls forced upon her not so empathetic self to force the messages intensity and importance as a sort of negative incentive. The girl yelled while springing up and off of her bed, gripping its side and heaving it across the chamber, wood splintering as it struck the far wall. A few more pounding noises created by her smashing her fist into a desk and then the wall several times, cracks appearing along with a layer of her blood. Finally she s grabbed her head and rubbed her fingers through her hair roughly and frantically, letting out a final bellow as a pulse of electricity exploded across the room, crushing all the furniture into the walls and finally slumping to her knees.
Panting steadily as the flashes had finally stopped and exhausted as a result, despite her long sleep. She hasn’t moved in quite a long time and suddenly doing so in such a frantic way wasn’t exactly a kind choice for her body and thus had exerted herself. “Why do you have to be so rough with me oh O-Inari, I would have got it without the emotional attack.” She murmured as tears she didn’t truly mean flowed against her will, it was unnatural and distressing to her. She wiped at them and sniffed, irritated about the whole ordeal although aware she was treated this way for a reason, being so old caused her to be detached and so to emphasize importance she had overpowering emotions and sensations beyond the norm thrown into her revelations.... it didn’t help that she doesn’t always listen hard and so got a small punishment. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed from outside the shattered door, pausing as the sound of someone clearing their throat came “Divine apostle, praise to you for you and our gods presence. Seeing as you have awakened, may I enter and bring you to a more suitable room to perform your awakening rituals and speak with the Head monk.” The voice of a woman said in a cautious, uncertain and yet respectful tone... as if she was uncertain to if someone was actually in the room.
“Y..yes, bless you on this day..... the awakening ritual sounds nice right now... and it seems the head monk has also received a revelation, otherwise you wouldn’t have been here so quickly. Now lead me to the ritual chamber!” The girl from the room responded slowly, not sounding terribly enthusiastic in conversing with this woman who cowered out of sight as long as possible, how boring they were. The ritual they spoke up was a glorified title to getting a massage and among other things, assistance with stretching and getting used to using her limbs and body after so long. Rising to her feet with limbs and joints protesting with sharp and constant flashes of pain accompanying her the whole time. The woman outside was clearly a follower, her face containing a couple of visible tattoo lines, as well as on the areas of her body not hidden under light robes.
Following her lead with little more than the light nightwear she had been wearing, letting off the occasional sound of discomfort to her agonized body. Neither of them spoke as the girl who awoke had no interest in the temples disciple, who in turn was basically afraid of the girl and choose to stay safe through silence. The young looking apostle also had the visions she saw in her mind, trying to make sense of it all with limited knowledge, interested in what possibilities it would hold for her as she nearly never appeared in her own revelations. It took about ten agonizing minutes to arrive at the large open ritual room, a podium in the centre and a couple of people present. Two other woman and a man in a chair who was in his later years looking up from a cup of tea when she arrived.
”Ahhhhh Litte Apostle, you have arrived as expected. I hope you slept well and are feeling well!” The old man said in a familiar fashion as she walked toward him and the middle of the room, offering a warm smile toward her and waving a hand to dismiss the woman who brought her. “I see you’re at an age where you feel you can treat me as my appearance, to think you’re the head monk now Jelal. I slept as long as I needed and you should know that waking after a long sleep is awful, especially when he blessing me with a personal wake up call.” She responded with a hint of respect, remembering him from the few times she’s been awake in his lifetime, when she was still healing. Approaching the podium the two assistants assisted in the removal of her wear before she climbed onto the podium and lay down on her belly, the cool and solid material not uncomfortable to her, as she lean her head sideways on a pillow, looking away from Jelal.
The old man chuckled at her words knowing that she was aware he knew these things, lest he wouldn’t have been the one greeting her and she would also not have let him speak so casually with her. He sipped on his tea as the two went about pouring ointment upon her and gently began to spread it across her to relax her twisted muscles, Jelal continuing the conversation after a moment or so of sipping on his tea and looking through pages or a large book. “So as I was show it is that you also received a vision pertaining to O-inaris concerns. Though I believe your message was a lot more vivid and informative than my own, as needed. I have been enlightened to your new name, you will be known as Adonana, Izanami... a name we feel holds enough strength to suit yourself. We have made arrangements to assist your transition to this time period of coarse.” He expressed to her in a tired tone, clearly drained from his own experience at an earlier point, Izanami responding with groans of acknowledgement as her body was having life massaged into it.
Jelal knew she wouldn’t be able to talk as despite her blessings her body wasn’t without its flaws, her muscles had degenerated albeit at an unreasonably slow rate and she still had explosive power as demonstrated earlier but doing so was extremely unpleasant. The treatment she received was to forcibly return her body to a function state, which might look like a very long and pleasant massage where stretching included but was anything but enjoyable until near the end, the experience legitimately torturous and she’d need to get used to it before having a back and forth. It wasn’t entirely that she couldn’t speak, however even if she didn’t care about revealing her naked body to the people here, she didn’t like showing weakness and so would only talk when she could do so without expressing pain, her minor verbal releases of pain was the extent she was willing to go. So during this time the old man spoke about the current world and brief history of how things were where they were, Izanami absorbing it like a sponge even if little of it felt like it held much importance to her but exposition was a good thing.
Over six hours had passed before the people treating her used a technique to remove her pains and assisted her in sitting up, offering her clothes fashioned after her define preference which was didn’t help her look any more adult. The only thing that showed her as something beyond a teen was that with her hair done properly and not loose, allowed her face to be properly revealed which revealed her cold and aware eyes and face properly, her expression uncomfortably looking down upon while sizing people up like some sort of tiger looking for a potential competitor. As Jelal would lead her further upstairs within the temple there were stares and whispers, as something perceived as a potential myth to the temple was now up walking, as none but the more trusted members and those born into it were aware she was real, to others she was a rumour akin to the boogeyman. She knew where she was going as she was incredibly hungry and heading to the common eating area, leaving Jelal in her dust as she strode swiftly as she felt light compared to earlier although wouldn’t push it as she needed one more treatment and some rest before her body would work properly again.
Another reason she might be getting looks was her apparent age and attire, combine that with her monochromatic colour pallet, matching heterochromia and fact she came from inside the temple and never the outside, as someone would have seen and mentioned her if she had done so. Finally the fact that the temple head had apparently splurged and that they would be eating very well today, almost as if celebrating something despite the head priest experiencing a debilitating revelation prior that day. Some figured that she was clearly to do with it but most did not, many proud long time member uncomfortable with a stranger who bore no tattoo in a place where only the devote were allowed by struck temple law. The worst part was this strange young girl walked past the common and guest tables and made a B-line for the table where some of the highest members of the sect resided, worse even stopped at the seat that was taboo to utilize. It wasn’t a surprise that the only sound when she planted her hand in the back of the chair and pulled it out was that of its feet scraping across the floor, Izanami sighing at the point as she found another hand plant down on the back of the chair to prevent her moving it any further.
”Hey don’t you know any respect, you understand where you are right? This table is reserved for those who devotion is unquestionable and hold the leading positions or highly respected positions within the temple, not for someone who’s younger than my own children, if you are a guest you sit at that table there.” The gruff voice declared from above her, his bad breathe hard to miss when it was one of the first scent she had been exposed to since waking up... this mortal was an irritant. Looking at the tall man who pointed two tables down and was leaning over the back of the chair to impede her using it, he was certainly a long time member, also covered in tattoos of penance, a flawed worshipper even if enthusiastic. “I didn’t realize that a guard of only the second layer and will never make it beyond has say so in such things..... but I am going to sit here whether you allow me or not you motionless worshipper.” She said calmly and a tad more pleased sounding than she had been speaking so far, though this wasn’t a pleasant pleased.
▰▰▰ |SHINOBI • INFO| ▰▰▰ Adonana, Izanami | S | Jack Specialist | clothing, no armour
(Re-learning how to make outer force into inner force, aka Sage mode training.) Izanami sighed as at this moment it felt like she was doing chores, attempting to recondition her body again took time and so despite being awake for about a week now… she hadn’t managed to do any real exercise. Still her muscles and joints at least felt no pain for basic use anymore and she had finally reached the point where she could exert most of her strength. Her mind wasn’t particularly anywhere at the moment, these actions a mundane necessity and little more, the dull expression on her face in direct contrast with the pleased looking monk standing nearby and observing her warm up. Izanami stretched her legs, arms and body like a ballerina with preternatural balance, bouncing from the tips of one toe and rapidly rotating a few times in the air before landing on her opposite foots heel. ”It would appear I can move properly at this point, thank you for all your assistance on that matter… even if it’s expected of you. She said with a rare offer of thanks or perhaps praise, her sincerity hard to read.
At this point the old man simply smiled and nodded his head in return as the girl pocketed her hands and closed her eyes. Her breathing was reduced in speed and focused in through her nose for a several second count and then out of her mouth, this being maintained as a constant pattern from that point onward. ”Now Izanami you might remember what to do, your body however does not so please be patient, now use every inch of your body to reach out and feel the nature about you. Listen to its sounds, feel the rhythm of its movement and look for its breathe and match your own to it… and of coarse try to not let your mind wander.” His voice was gentle and leading, not commanding or impatient with Izanami which wouldn’t be very helpful and likely not go well.
Inside her own head Izanami absorbed each of the sounds that could reach her, identifying each to the best of her ability as she allowed each sound of the wild to blend together. Wind, running water, birds, the skitter of a small beastie, the old mans voice and breathing, her own breathing, rustle of leave, creak of branches and more, a symphony of nature the way it was intended… it was ultimately very boring. ”Oops, looks like you’ve allowed yourself to become distracted young Izanami., I guess you’ll have to start again.” His kind voice expressed in a manner fitting Izanami visible age, much to her own chagrin. The sound of rock shattering as Izanami had stomped a foot and shot the old monk a glare, her foot cracking the stone of the ground she stood on, leaving an imprint. ”I don’t much like you talking to me like that!” She stated at the end of the little outburst.
The old man laughed while innocently saying ”Im sorry, it’s a habit when addressing people with such a youthful appearance, I mean no disrespect…. Now shall we start over.” She returned his smile and words with a click of the tongue and regained her stance a step away from the hole, returning to her breathing rhythm. After a while she reached the initial state that they aimed for, a state akin to zen that made her aura begin to blend with the surroundings. Izanami at this point didn’t actually need to hear the monk words to know what she was meant to do, thus the mans words blended in with every other sound and didn’t distract her.
Most don’t move when gathering nature chakra, however at this point Izanami removed her hands from her pockets and arrest her then out widely. With that it would feel as if she was stretching her spirit out with a long exhale, Izanami pausing at the end of the breathe. At that point in the area an energy would make itself present as she drew in her breathe and with it the surrounding energies of the valley, the wind rushing toward her from each direction in a funnel around her small form. Her body intensified with vitality and the feeling of overflowing strength flow through her body, opening her eyes as the raging torrent of air and dust blasted away with the sound of a thunder crack. ”I think you have it now, you’ve found and opened the doorway of Sage mode, now you need only practice maintaining it again.” The monk state as Izanami looked his way, the light silver black mix of chakra sheen flowing about her laced in gold, much like the outline of her eyes which took on a gold colouring as well. With a blink of her eyes the form ended and Izanami silently began to head back to the temple, a smirk playing on her face as it was almost time to leave. (Human Sage mode earned)
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