[FLASHBACK][TRAINING] Thoughts of Revenge

Th dark night blanketed Kumogakure in a thick cloud of mist, rolling in from the mountains behind the Raikage's office. It came in, swift and silent, leaving just the tops of the buildings to be seen, reflected in the moonlight. It was a full moon tonight, perfect for meditation and training for the young kumogakure ninja. Thoughts of hatred and revenge had filled his young mind all day as he kept reflecting back on that fateful night. Trying to get his thoughts together, he thought that perhaps climbing to the top of his home and mediating in the moonlight would help. So, here he was, sitting atop his home at just passed midnight. He still wore his clothes from earlier today, still covered in the dirt, blood and sweat from the training before. He was tired, yes, but not tired enough to meditate on what he had learned. But still, dark thoughts crept into his mind, as they often did. Holding his head, Seigi tried his best not to scream. Tears began to roll from his eyes, down his cheeks. He felt so alone.

His mind wandered back to that night. Back to when he found his mother, dead on the floor, her killer's name written on the wall with her own blood. Kazuya. Seigi wanted to spit at the name. He wanted to find this Kazuya and make him pay for his atrocities. He took his only family he had away from him, and for that, the man would not live once Seigi found him. Getting a hold of himself, Seigi concentrated his thoughts, retracing moments from that night. He had been lying in his bed, trying to sleep. That day, he had been made fun of at the academy for wanting to be the strongest ninja in the village. Why did they laugh at him? He just wanted to protect them. He wanted to be a hero. But his almost-slumber was interrupted by a blood curling scream. Seigi knew it was his mothers. He knew what he was going to find before he slipped out from under his covers and his feet hit the floor, but the entire time, he refused to believe it. As his footsteps echoed down the quiet hallway, he tried to deny that this was happening. That maybe it was just a dream. That maybe he was hearing things, although his heart, already heavy, knew otherwise.

As he slowly opened his mothers bedroom door, the first thing he saw was her, staring at him from the floor. Dropping to his knees, he began to sob. Her lifeless eyes pierced his soul, and he knew it was a face he'd never forget. The way there was a blood trail from her bed to half way to the door, as if the killer had left her alive, knowing she'd bleed out. Knowing that she would try to get help before she died. Crawling to his mother, he picked up her head and cradled it in his lap, and screamed. Seigi couldn't remember for how long, but he screamed at the top of his lungs, for as long as he could. He wanted to release all of his fury with his vocal chords, hoping that this was a dream and screaming would wake him up. Seigi was in tears again at this point, but trying to control it. He concentrated on his chakra, and letting it flow freely instead of obstructed by his emotion.

He remembered when the jounin came rushing into his mother's room, to see a crying boy holding his mother's lifeless body. He remembered it took 3 jounin to pry him from her. But most of all, he remembered her killer's name.

Kazuya.

The name that struck a nerve every time he heard it. The name he called out in his sleep. The name of the man that he would murder, in revenge. Shaking, Seigi concentrated his chakra to his center, not wanting to let it explode. If he were to track this man down and face him, he would need better chakra control. And that meant no outbursts like this. The emotions within Seigi were not too much to handle, he just let them explode, a tidal wave of emotion. Channeling those emotions into a single, killing thought would be the key to controlling his chakra if he were to face this man.

730/700 +10 CR

Deeply breathing, Seigi let his emotions calm down, then he opened his eyes, now crusty from tears. He stared at the moon. He had so much hate built up inside of him, he didn't know what to do with it. But it wasn't hate for no reason. He hated evil. He hated people who hurt others. The fact that someone out there would try to hurt the people he loved made him furious, and with that notion, he made a vow. Standing up, he looked to the moon and raised his hand up to it, almost as if he was grabbing towards it, it's radiating glow outlining the spaces between his index finger and middle finger. He smiled. "I, Seigi Ikazuchi, vow to defend my village and my friends, all that I love, with my life. For my life is nothing without them." He grinned, clenching his fist, the moon in his grasp. A cold breeze blew, waving his dark hair in front of his eyes. He stood there for a moment, his fist still in the air, before letting it drop slowly, but still looking up into the sky.

"I am a Kumogakure ninja. I am the hidden mist, silent and swift." A look of fierce determination crossed his face, along with his grin. He looked over the village, a few lights still on here and there, candles flickering in the wind, the tops looking like little islands in a sea of mist, nestled in a valley between the mountains. This was his home. It always was, always had been. And nothing would ever change that. Crossing his arms, he closed his eyes and concentrated his chakra to his center again. He had been working on a new technique earlier, one he had seen another Kumogakure shinobi preform. Seigi breathed in, a deep and heavy sigh, then preformed 6 handsigns, making sure each one was right. He had only practiced this a few times before, but he had memorized each movement in his head a thousand times over. Completing the movements, he outstretched his left arm, lowering it. He could feel the power begin to surge, and the chirping of birds echo in the night. But this chirping came from no avian, bit from Seigi's hand. Electricity began to radiate from his pointed hand, flashing for a few moments, then dying down.

Seigi sighed. He need to get this right. He had to. Someday, this technique might save his life. Breathing in heavily once more, he preformed the handsigns again, confident in each one, and going a bit faster this time around. Only this time, he closed his eyes and thought of Kazuya. He pictured what the man might look like. Older. Black hair. Green robe. Slicked back hair with a katana on his side. The very thought of him angered Seigi. His face was smug, like he had just killed another person. Opening his eyes, he outstretched his arm and a burst of electricity erupted in his hand, emanating in a small radius around it. He felt the chidori's strength and power as his own. The chirping echoed through the village once more, sounding as if a thousand birds had all been awoken at once. The electricity made the hair on the ends of his arms stand on end and a slight tingle traveled through his body. This move... It could easily kill someone if done right. But it could also protect someone as well. And that is what Seigi intended to do. He was only a genin, but no matter what, he would try his hardest to protect his loved ones with his power. That's why he became a shinobi in the first place.

Seigi let the electricity die down, feeling his hairs fall back into place on his arm and the tingle slowly disappear. Taking a deep breath, he hadn't even noticed that he was sweating. He didn't know if it was because of using chakra, because of his strong emotions or because of the chidori's electricity. But he was now coated in a thin line of sweat. Laughing, he walked to the edge of his roof and sat down, leaning his elbows in his lap. He smiled for a moment, being the only celebration for his accomplishment he would give himself. It was a big step up, but this was only the first step in many more to come. He could infuse so many more techniques into this one, that he could create his own jutsu. Seigi liked the thought of that, and for a moment, was lost in a day dream of him being a jounin and younger genin coming to him to learn. Throwing his hands on his hips, he'd say "Only if you are really dedicated to being my student!" And was followed by a bellowing laugh. He would like that, someday. Maybe after he achieved his goals. Reflecting back on himself, he hated that he was driven by revenge so much. But that helped him grow stronger. It wasn't the best way, but it was one way. And with good intentions, it couldn't be too bad, right?

As much as Seigi told himself that, he knew it not to be true. But he didn't care. It was the only thing that drove him for the longest time and he refused to let it stop him now. Even if revenge helped him rid the world of evil, it was beneficial. Staring into the abyss of the mist, he sometimes wondered if whatever else was inside of the abyss was staring back at him.

931/900 +10 CR