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The Great Pillars 1 - The Phoenix 'sTalon
Long ago, in the Land of Mist, there was said to exist a smith, deep within the mountains to the North. This smith, Miname Akihito, had many rumors which circulated about him. A rabid man, whom one would fight all who would step upon his self-appointed lands. A lord by no means, aside from skill, four mist shinobi accompanied a foreigner, making their way up into the mountains. There were five, an odd number to travel with. Even more so, were the company which was kept. Foreigners, by appearance. Each were said to possess only one element in their nature, an oddity even then.
Through the mountains, the travelers searched. An unknown time had passed, when they had found Miname Akihito. Unsurprisingly, the rumors surrounding him were false. A good natured man, whom could be easily respected. It seemed his blood was the very forge in which he spent his days. The weapons themselves appeared normal when he forged them from steel, but there was a process to finish it. A great cost, they were told. The travelers had decided they would do whatever they could for the cost. In the end, they were asked a simple question.
"What would you do with power?"
The first to step forth, was the foreigner of the group. Similar in appearance to the samurai of the Land of Iron, he spoke boldly.
"To protect my liege."
The foreigner was from overseas, a land where chakra was an oddity by that name. Taught that his blood was of fire, the knight (for all purpose's sake) had volunteered to travel to the foreign lands of ninja, to gather weapons of great sorcery. Unfortunately for this knight, the cost was more than he would have believed.
"Your request is granted, however the blade is tied to the land and your life... Your liege will survive without you."
The first blade was forged, wrought in steel. Before the final cooling, Akihito spoke a final time, that the knight would need to spill his own blood within the water. Dagger in hand, the water was soon red with blood, and the Phoenix's Talon was set within. Hand seals flashed, and ties were made. The land of chakra and the blood of fire. The components to the Phoenix's Talon were instilled.
Days later, the knight tried to depart by ship. It seemed as if the sea struck against the knight of fire, bouts of sickness so crippling... He returned to land. Twice more he attempted to leave, and twice more he was stricken by illness. The seas had turned against him. The waters themselves struck at him, leaving him stranded on the side of the ocean, separated from his lands and his liege.
With no known way to cross with the blade, it appeared the kindly old man had left a curse with the blessed weapon. More likely, he'd left a loophole. The sea was against him, yet he thought... The smith had said it was tied to the land, and without any other indications the knight went hunting. Seeking out a land bridge, back to his homeland. Unfortunately, the unnamed knight of fire never found that way, buried at the base of the mountains.
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