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 Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 9:52 pm
Quite content merely seated well alone surrounded by emptiness, Jianichie confined within solitude half heartedly gazed out their room's only window. Beside him a table which held their anchored arm was accompanied by an emptied bottle of Crown Royal. Having his hidden liquor already consumed shortly after opening intoxicated even Jianichie. For once their pale skin showed human color; faint rosey red cheeks glistened by sunlight. Holding secretive reasoning brought out this aspect of their nature usually well dormant; more importantly his choice of location.
Seeking solitude effortlessly became granted almost as if fate itself were waving farewell in one hand, while holding a departing gift in its other. Such matters weren't of bother despite this being somewhat depressing. Nevertheless, his one man show shall carry on. During time's progression, after minutes of motionless, Jianichie began moveing. Reaching for their emptied bottle, they quickly concluded alcohol poisoning wasn't available. How shameful once so mighty fell. Smirking while holding emotions of self mockery, they softly aloud began speaking. "What point can be for one achieving dusted greatness... when walking in their own shadow becomes a home? Shall others bat an eye of disgust, or putty me during these moments of weakness? It feels so cold atop greatness... staring down many climbing this peak; failing comprehension in honor. Shall this be where my head rests forever asleep? Is it time for me to slumber... ?" Before continuing forth, Jianichie's weary eyes shifted glance; now focusing on his emptied bottle. "If only liquor held a universal key..." lastly they muttered before softly closing his eyes; going back to meager thoughts.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:26 pm
Some time later their eyes closing brought about momentary unconsciousness from alcohol poisoning. Trapped within his own mind, Jianichie centered in this blurry unknown frantically looked everywhich way for something which hadn't been there: his lonesome room. During an assessment towards what perhaps had happened, another from illusion appeared.
"Jianichie...." spoken from a voice carrying age as well kindness aimed in reaching out to this person in calling. "My grandson... it is I, Zeroku; your grandfather. Many centuries passed since my sword lay buried, through which these elder eyes were granted sight to life; especially yourself. Need not you speak; only listen, Jianichie. As a lad when asked where shall your power be used, you bearing much strength said to protect others. Though a child, your answer essentially sculpted you, young one. Battles against beings even Gods cowered before you won; even if such earnings were shortly spent. Throughout which a power has been gifted to you. A power... in which no one can understand. Being atop perhaps is lonely, but yours dearest are beneath; valiantly fighting and during time's seeking aid. Jianichie... conquest should not be your goals, but rather still keeping true to your littler self so long ago. Not one warrior may ever challenge you; after all, you are an Otasongian: a child of the creators. Let alone, you've carried their power for so long, mastery of each is quick work to your mind. Jianichie, if a challenger worthy of fighting you exists, allow them to seek out your greatness. Until then... others need your unwavering might. Regardless if they are thankful, rejoice knowing something great was created from your hands..." Through speaking, Zeroku portrayed a powerful reminder; one certainly not to soon be forgotten. Blessing one in a time of need, they would depart knowing he whom listened shall pass on this blessing.
Before able to reply, Jianichie shed one tear given their heart was touched by a truly great man. Though bearing many words, they kept his reply simple by muttering, "Thank you grandpa..." before he himself vanished. Coming to, they shook his somewhat weary head which threw away sledded tears. "Even if no one acknowledges me... even if my family name goes forgotten... EVEN IF there is only I atop... I SHALL PROTECT THOSE DEAR TO ME!!!" As if lighting a dim candle, Jianichie's burning warrior spirit reawakened. Arising from his seat, they with fierce eyes glanced outside; getting a feel of many people he believed needed help. While still carrying some loss of faith, he without further question abruptly vanished outside their apartment; there whereabouts only determined by his chosen destined...
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