The First Coming [Flashback]

He clearly remembers the day when he first arrived to Sunagakure no Sato. Tiny particles of sand gently sipped through the air, resembling loose unicorns that ran on a rainbow slowly approaching the bottom, on a giant sand clock that found its place in the middle of the village square and appearing awfully mighty compared to the innocent bystanders. The clock was reminding people that swayed around him that soon the Sun will reach its peak and announce the middle of the day. Usually people would wander of the street like tiny bees that are searching for safety in their almighty fortress known as a bee hive. But apparently today was different for some reason unknown even to the walkers that chose to stay out today and risk sun burns. Perhaps something in the air is the perpetrator. Kaizu, unbothered by the fact, smelt only one thing in the air. That, cute as a candy you eat on Christmas, freedom felt like it was bound to be chained with him forever. And who can blame him? The events that took place during the last few days would swiftly mold the opinion of a skeptic. In spite of that he was decisively enjoying that previously mentioned scent, afraid that again it might be taken away from him like many times before, causing even more despair with the young mind that was capable of going nuts in case of that happening. But for now, his freedom was shared. He knew it by the many sounds that danced around him like butterflies that are making the best of their last day. The dance was completely disorganized, yet in unity it appeared as perfect harmony easily associable with a huge variety of bird songs happening at once. Firstly, people and their unwittingly produced noises such as moving their feet over endless amounts of sand, occasionally disrupting the mini dunes, that funnily had the shape of a banana, that people before created unknowingly. Or maybe the greetings villagers exchanged like highly trained sheep automatically throwing out words that were supposed to wish a good day to another human being. Not forgetting the untamed children that swirled around the area like flies in search of havoc. They possibly had the widest repertoire from all with their loud pig like squeaking, silent whispers that transferred who knows how important secrets, cries because of newly acquired injury that could have been easily avoided by paying attention, sound of ably moving through the seas of people that stood in the path of curious children like whales. Even people that were working added their own tones to the majestic symphony by annealing swords and shields along with other battle gear, sewing clothes that will one day provide comfort for the sand villagers by shielding them from the biggest light bulb that was also center of the galaxy or blocking the wind that would like a barbarian attempt to take the person off guard. Of course, humans were not the only ones allowed to be a part of the orchestra and however abandoned and lifeless Sunagakure no Sato seemed concerning flora and fauna all you had to do was to open your sensors and let nature show you exactly how alive surroundings were. A small roadrunner swiftly scheming between the forests of legs easily juking every obstacle that dared to interrupt its path. Other birds that found their peace on the rooftops contributing with their song that perfectly worked as a background. Even an occasional silent cactus enriched the vocal scenery despite its lack in the area of sound making representing a silent witness that was everything except an unimportant puzzle for this great event. Nature’s forces also refused to remain idle on the stage, participating with its omnipresence and adding additional sauce to God’s creation. Wind blew with constant speed and direction, first size being just average and incapable of seriously ruining some ones day while the latter was aiming directly at Kaizu’s front like it was tempting him to approach even more and engulf the everlasting freedom with open arms anticipating no disappointment. It might sound dull but how scent coming from the sand that was being carried by the wind rose the atmosphere was something Kaizu was really in awe for. It was like it followed you everywhere, establishing its partial omnipresence trying to fulfill the potential of the previously mentioned natures forces. Small amounts of water that resided in dozens of fountains which could be found within the sand village couldn’t go unnoticed for an experienced smeller who enjoyed the refreshing tone it brought with itself. Those fountains were a miracle for themselves, since seemingly a lot of time was used for their creation. It really stood out among other architecture like a beautiful unicorn would be easily spotted in the company of several donkeys. The cause of that were astonishing motives carved into silk like white stone that was used to build the fountains. Amazingly, each fountain was unique in its creation just like every human possessed exclusives traits that distinct them from others of its kind. What were brave lions fighting ruling their kingdom on one were fragile insects on the other one, and the list just went on. Forgetting water and sand, the scent of heat was what perfected the trio. In an unorthodox way Sand villagers knew how Sun and its product, heat, smelt like since they were more than used to that scent by spending countless hours and days in the desert. Of course, that was not the only mean through which they felt the presence of a body that represented the centre of Milky Way. Certainly the sense that was hit the hardest by it was thermoception. Almost constant desire for water was the greatest indicator alongside with tiredness and a multitude of other problems. Taking all the pros and cons into the consideration would still end up greatly on the side of pros in Kaizu’s eyes. The reason for that was not directly Sunagakure, rather than what the village represented. Thousands of new possibilities that let him escape from the usual monotony, and the biggest advantage being the possibility of a choice that the youngling never had returns us to our starting point freedom. The choices came in many forms in the eyes of rebirth Kaizu. They were the children that played in one of the previously described fountains that was located in front of the future genin, this one having the sand dune as a motive and being possibly the most famous one in Suna. Maybe even the ten buildings that formed a pathway towards the fountain, five on each side. Those building, simple in appearance were screaming of hidden meaning buried deep within them. Unique in every aspect when compared to the rest of the world yet terrifically practical having similar concept to that of a soap bubble where energy was distributed in utmost perfection. Kaizu adored those sand colored buildings exactly for that simple yet genius concept. He hated time wasting and laughed at the people that found art in complex figures that had little use, why was clothing whose author paid huge respect to detail more valuable than a jacket that served its purpose in a better way? Probably a question that will remain unanswered for the rest of his mortal life. So how did Kaizu appear in this entirety? Medium length orange hair that nicely coincided with all that sand around him was the physical peak of a 139 cm high child followed by beautiful eyes, deep like the ocean and blue like the sky, obviously being the first thing that you would notice on him. Just millimeters above you could see his dark blue band that served as a dam soaking all those tiny drops of sweat appearing on his forehead and blocking the particles coming from the top of his head. His slide like nose was the next to follow standing just above his lips that lacked a warm color such as red. His face altogether was decent but yet he wanted to enhance the complete impression by keeping a fairly athletic body. Torso was covered by two pieces of clothing that were temporarily stick to his skin because of the warm sweat which was caused by heat. Top one being a black long sleeved open shirt appearing like open doors to cold air driven by the wind, and covering most of the bottom T shirt that had the pattern of a fisherman’s net that also came as helpful during high temperatures. A long leather belt, probably from an animal caught somewhere in the Konohagakure no Sato forests, was holding his crimson pants up but in only a year time it will be replaced by his very own ninja headband which had the symbol of Sunagakure in the middle. Logically that symbol was awfully similar to an hourglass which was just another motive associated with sand. If his hair was the alpha of his appearance then the sandals that he was wearing were definitely the omega. They were ordinary, grey in color. If someone looked at Kaizu, that same one would probably assume the he was born and raised in Sunagakure by judging his appearance, oddly enough that same person would be entirely wrong. After letting all those information sway within his mind the young boy would smirk with eagerness, anticipating everything that lies in front of him on a journey known as life. For so many years he was lost in this world, searching for his place under the shiny sky like a gazelle between cheetahs. Now this was a sign of new era, an era where heroes and villains were crafted and unrelated to which side he will lean, Kaizu promised himself that he will strive to reach greatness. There was nothing more important to him then to carve his name in the stones of history so when the time goes on after he departs people will tell his tales, whether good or bad, and his name will be recognized among the population of ninjas through generation, like rolling through stepping stones and leaving a small yet important mark on each stair. Insignificance being his biggest fear, and because of that Kaizu pitied all those people that were like ants walking through the street unbothered by fame or such similar affairs. Their names would just fall into an endless oblivion and disperse like normal water. Just because of that Kaizu considered himself above all that trash that did not even care, correction, that did not even know that their life was leading towards nothing. That short burst of of mild hatred soon disappeared within Kaizu and he yet again was ready to embrace freedom. The boy lowered his view looking at the sea of sand below them, noticing one smithereen that stood out, a black particle of sand that was somewhat special. The boy loudly laughed at the irony it represented, like it was mirroring his previous thoughts. Slowly but steadily he reached the crouching position and extended his hand to reach for the black particle. In a way it represented his ticket to greatness, though it was just a symbol. The rest was on his shoulders and he had to make sure not to let it fall of while stomping over insignificant people and reaching for the stars.

Flashback ended