As the ice around him melted, the young shinobi began to slowly regain control of his body. First his arms, shaking them forward to create a crackling sound like that of the dragon which hand constricted him. Then after a jolt forward, he broke free from the containment as a whole, and looked down to see the chamber was the same as when he had been frozen. The voice of the little girl still rung in his head, and the image of the serpent like dragon burned in his eyes.
What had happened.
Learning down,Darasu picked up the blade known as Shimoshikon, or Shi for short. The head cleaver was hoisted onto his back, and strapped on securely. The ice which had once covered the walls of the forge were now dry as a bone, indicating that an amount of time had passed. But how much he wondered? His right hand fell behind him and gripped the handle of his precious sword, giving it a bit of chakra. He had learned not long ago that the blade had a voice of sorts when fed enough energy, but was not sure how to make it speak. A gentle blue glow fell from his hand and transferred into the blade, when he then asked aloud.
"How much time has passed?"
Only silence stood for nearly a minute,when he then decided that there would not be a response. Nearby, he could hear the howling of wind through an open door behind him and decided to venture that way. What ever had happened here, he knew his time was done and what he needed to do was over. Slowly he headed towards the door and saw light shining through brilliantly from outside, and knew it was the desert. But something was off, the wind didn't sound loud enough. Once the AiT had fully come to the archeway, he was astounded by what he saw.
There was no storm?!
The sky was clear, and other than a gentle breeze there was no horrendous wind to cut his face with pellets of sand. What the hell had happened? There was only one way to find out, and so he headed out of the forge and into the desert with his back to the sun, headed east for what he hoped was home....
What had happened.
Learning down,Darasu picked up the blade known as Shimoshikon, or Shi for short. The head cleaver was hoisted onto his back, and strapped on securely. The ice which had once covered the walls of the forge were now dry as a bone, indicating that an amount of time had passed. But how much he wondered? His right hand fell behind him and gripped the handle of his precious sword, giving it a bit of chakra. He had learned not long ago that the blade had a voice of sorts when fed enough energy, but was not sure how to make it speak. A gentle blue glow fell from his hand and transferred into the blade, when he then asked aloud.
"How much time has passed?"
Only silence stood for nearly a minute,when he then decided that there would not be a response. Nearby, he could hear the howling of wind through an open door behind him and decided to venture that way. What ever had happened here, he knew his time was done and what he needed to do was over. Slowly he headed towards the door and saw light shining through brilliantly from outside, and knew it was the desert. But something was off, the wind didn't sound loud enough. Once the AiT had fully come to the archeway, he was astounded by what he saw.
There was no storm?!
The sky was clear, and other than a gentle breeze there was no horrendous wind to cut his face with pellets of sand. What the hell had happened? There was only one way to find out, and so he headed out of the forge and into the desert with his back to the sun, headed east for what he hoped was home....