In Izura’s lifetime, there was never a clear distinction between good and evil.
Village leaders, engorged on their own dogma and hubris, were often hypocrites. Historically, they always chased after so called ‘missing ninja’, under the pretense of maintaining peace and exacting justice, not necessarily with the understandings of the implications at hand. Their firm adherence to the rules they had instated reflected a peerless callousness of the soul. Was it wrong for a shinobi to seek independence from a system designed to make them killing tools from the start? To seize fate with their own hands and seek to direct it for their own purposes? A man could have the world, and yet want more, and yet a man who had nothing, could want for nothing further. Such was the fickle nature of the human condition, and part of why some left, and some chose to stay.
Uchiha Izura
A long time ago he was but a blind boy, stumbling across the towering gates of Konohagakure. The target of relentless assassination attempts. He left, despite the warnings of the village urging him to stay.
Then he was a traitor. A boy cursed with a seal that induced insanity, and then death. Sentenced and nearly executed in front of his so called friends.
But from there, he ascended to royalty. Became a leader in a distant land. He gained power, and therefore the influence necessary to protect his own name, and those who chose to follow his ideals. He was pardoned by Konohagakure, and then greeted as a friend…only to “perish” in a war protecting the place that had once called him traitor.
Then he became a man out of his time, brought back to life by the tides of fate, only to realize that the world he now lived in was a far cry from the one he had last remembered. He became a criminal to some, an information broker to others. And eventually, he returned to Konoha.
Student, Genin, Missing Ninja, Traitor, Prince, Anbu, Sennin, Criminal, Jounin. He was a man of many former titles….but which was the most accurate?
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The lone house on the outskirts of the Uchiha complex sat next to a river, isolated from all but two separate approaches. One, through a wooded path that wound up from the complex proper, and another across a bridge and along the water’s edge. Izura stood at the edge of the river, practicing the use of his kusari-gama. His moves were eerily silent, the weapon whispering through the air as he manipulated the sickle and weighted chain around his body like a practiced circus dancer. An onlooker might even consider the moves otherworldly, as the chain sometimes passed through Izura’s body as if it were not there.
Thwack!
The sound of sharpened metal embedding into wooden targets filled the air as the kama sliced, and the weighted end slammed into the wooden dummies, either slicing or smashing them apart. His sharingan active, he’d notice someone approaching…it was not often that someone visited this part of the complex, given it’s relative remote location as opposed to the rest of the Uchiha clan houses. Slinging the kusarigama at his side, he turned and saw them….
“May I help you?”
Village leaders, engorged on their own dogma and hubris, were often hypocrites. Historically, they always chased after so called ‘missing ninja’, under the pretense of maintaining peace and exacting justice, not necessarily with the understandings of the implications at hand. Their firm adherence to the rules they had instated reflected a peerless callousness of the soul. Was it wrong for a shinobi to seek independence from a system designed to make them killing tools from the start? To seize fate with their own hands and seek to direct it for their own purposes? A man could have the world, and yet want more, and yet a man who had nothing, could want for nothing further. Such was the fickle nature of the human condition, and part of why some left, and some chose to stay.
Uchiha Izura
A long time ago he was but a blind boy, stumbling across the towering gates of Konohagakure. The target of relentless assassination attempts. He left, despite the warnings of the village urging him to stay.
Then he was a traitor. A boy cursed with a seal that induced insanity, and then death. Sentenced and nearly executed in front of his so called friends.
But from there, he ascended to royalty. Became a leader in a distant land. He gained power, and therefore the influence necessary to protect his own name, and those who chose to follow his ideals. He was pardoned by Konohagakure, and then greeted as a friend…only to “perish” in a war protecting the place that had once called him traitor.
Then he became a man out of his time, brought back to life by the tides of fate, only to realize that the world he now lived in was a far cry from the one he had last remembered. He became a criminal to some, an information broker to others. And eventually, he returned to Konoha.
Student, Genin, Missing Ninja, Traitor, Prince, Anbu, Sennin, Criminal, Jounin. He was a man of many former titles….but which was the most accurate?
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The lone house on the outskirts of the Uchiha complex sat next to a river, isolated from all but two separate approaches. One, through a wooded path that wound up from the complex proper, and another across a bridge and along the water’s edge. Izura stood at the edge of the river, practicing the use of his kusari-gama. His moves were eerily silent, the weapon whispering through the air as he manipulated the sickle and weighted chain around his body like a practiced circus dancer. An onlooker might even consider the moves otherworldly, as the chain sometimes passed through Izura’s body as if it were not there.
Thwack!
The sound of sharpened metal embedding into wooden targets filled the air as the kama sliced, and the weighted end slammed into the wooden dummies, either slicing or smashing them apart. His sharingan active, he’d notice someone approaching…it was not often that someone visited this part of the complex, given it’s relative remote location as opposed to the rest of the Uchiha clan houses. Slinging the kusarigama at his side, he turned and saw them….
“May I help you?”
