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Infiltration of the Uchiha Crypts
Tue Aug 08, 2023 9:41 pm
The real Yu Hinomoto currently walked through the quiet streets of the Uchiha clan district. He had taken the form of an elderly member of the clan by the name of Karasu who he'd personally found dead of a heart attack some hours prior, sequestered away in his lonely house near where Uchiha land bled into the greater Konoha market district. Yu had been planning this day for months leading up to the Chunin Exams, even going so far as to fool his own family. He'd taken great care inserting himself into the village as a simple, though still skilled, geriatrician, taking every precaution to show as little talent in the shinobi arts as possible. Some of the elder Uchiha held a great deal of suspicion toward anyone they let come near them, let alone care for them.
Few ninja existed that could have managed an infiltration in the way that Yu Hinomoto had done. For this to have worked he needed to have found just the right person to target. Old enough to have lost all their children in wars he himself had aged out of. Sickly enough to need the extra care of a live in doctor. Removed enough from the politics of the village to be missing for a time without raising suspicion. Still hardy and stubborn enough to make the walk alone to the Uchiha crypts Yu now made his way toward. And even then, he had needed to intervene several times to keep the old man alive long enough for the Exams to come around. It was important, no, key that no one knew anything was amiss.
Every move Yu made through streets perfectly matched the now dead old man, down to the shake in his voice to the way he'd rub his right eye, blinded by a life spent abusing its power. With his skill, he slipped past dozens of Uchiha that remained none the wiser to his plan and finally reached the crypt. He nodded to the guard at the entrance before making his tediously slow way down the steps, into the cold earth below.
Yu had spent some time thinking on the Uchiha clan for this day. All his plans, his considerations, his machinations since the day the Raikage damned him to the curse of the Hinomoto clan had led him here, to a hall of dead legends with incredible eyes. He walked down the line of stones, coming to a stop before a particular grave. He knew before even attempting to open the coffin that he would find no eyes preserved within. But he hadn't come down here for eyes. Just bones.
Looking over the coffin, he attempted to open it. The lid wouldn't budge from force, no matter which angle he pushed it from. Having come this far, he couldn't blow everything by breaking it open. The plan would be worthless if he left any hint of it behind. 'Must be some trick to it... Maybe it needs to see me as one of them.' he thought to himself before he set to work circulating the blood his son had gifted him just a few hours before. He forced part of the blood to suffuse himself with boys chakra and opened his eyes. A single tomoe Sharingan looked out in to the world for the first time. His hand still pressed against the surface of the coffin now slid its lid open near effortlessly. With a smile, Yu stole away a femur, largest single bone in the body, and absorbed it into his own, skin, nerves, and ligaments moving to take it into himself. He quickly shifted the lid back into place as what little time his son had borrowed him quickly came to an end. Smiling, Yu turned to leave the crypt.
Few ninja existed that could have managed an infiltration in the way that Yu Hinomoto had done. For this to have worked he needed to have found just the right person to target. Old enough to have lost all their children in wars he himself had aged out of. Sickly enough to need the extra care of a live in doctor. Removed enough from the politics of the village to be missing for a time without raising suspicion. Still hardy and stubborn enough to make the walk alone to the Uchiha crypts Yu now made his way toward. And even then, he had needed to intervene several times to keep the old man alive long enough for the Exams to come around. It was important, no, key that no one knew anything was amiss.
Every move Yu made through streets perfectly matched the now dead old man, down to the shake in his voice to the way he'd rub his right eye, blinded by a life spent abusing its power. With his skill, he slipped past dozens of Uchiha that remained none the wiser to his plan and finally reached the crypt. He nodded to the guard at the entrance before making his tediously slow way down the steps, into the cold earth below.
Yu had spent some time thinking on the Uchiha clan for this day. All his plans, his considerations, his machinations since the day the Raikage damned him to the curse of the Hinomoto clan had led him here, to a hall of dead legends with incredible eyes. He walked down the line of stones, coming to a stop before a particular grave. He knew before even attempting to open the coffin that he would find no eyes preserved within. But he hadn't come down here for eyes. Just bones.
Looking over the coffin, he attempted to open it. The lid wouldn't budge from force, no matter which angle he pushed it from. Having come this far, he couldn't blow everything by breaking it open. The plan would be worthless if he left any hint of it behind. 'Must be some trick to it... Maybe it needs to see me as one of them.' he thought to himself before he set to work circulating the blood his son had gifted him just a few hours before. He forced part of the blood to suffuse himself with boys chakra and opened his eyes. A single tomoe Sharingan looked out in to the world for the first time. His hand still pressed against the surface of the coffin now slid its lid open near effortlessly. With a smile, Yu stole away a femur, largest single bone in the body, and absorbed it into his own, skin, nerves, and ligaments moving to take it into himself. He quickly shifted the lid back into place as what little time his son had borrowed him quickly came to an end. Smiling, Yu turned to leave the crypt.
Kaito Uchiha
Re: Infiltration of the Uchiha Crypts
Sat Aug 26, 2023 2:36 am
The sun shined brightly down upon the village of Konohagakure, illuminating brilliantly off of the droplets of water that had been left over from the bout of rain that had occurred the previous night. The Uchiha District was deserted for the most part other than a few people who were in the midst of running their shops. The others, of course, had made their way over to where the third round of the Chūnin Selection Exams were being held. This was the first joint exam to ever occurred in the era following the three world wars, and it sure to be a spectacle to behold.
Uchiha, Kaito, on the other hand, had been stationed to stand guard at the Uchiha clan's gravesite directly following the completion of his previous mission, and he had not been all too happy about it. For starters he had made a previous obligation to his cousin Kamaura, Ray that he would go to watch him participate in the third round of the exams. Secondly the young man felt that guard duty at the gravesite was boring. Nothing ever happened, nor did he or anyone else ever have to worry about such things. Nobody in their right mind would be dumb enough to break into the Uchiha clan's gravesite, let alone the clan's compound, and even if anyone was dumb enough to do so, they would surely suffer the unceasing and unrelenting wrath that the clan would bring down upon them.
This was just another unnecessary precaution that the pretentious family felt was practical, and while Kaito sympathized with it the best he could, he still felt that the leaders of the clan were all too blinded by the horrors of the past.
Despite how he felt about the mission, however, Kaito would still comply and make his way over to take his post. Orders were orders after all, even if they did come from the patriarch of the clan instead of the Hokage.
Even still, the clan's leader never said that he couldn't use a 'Shadow Clone' to take the mantle instead. As soon as Kaito entered back into the village he made a point of activating the 'Shadow Clone Jutsu', making just a single clone. This clone would make its way over to the Uchiha District while the real Kaito, keeping true to his promise to Ray, would make his way over to the tower in the Forest of Death.
It was the perfect plan. Kaito was sure that nothing would manage to go wrong, and shortly after three o'clock in the afternoon his clone would finally make it to the site of the graveyard.
"Finally, kid!" Called a voice from the front gate. "Thought yo-gah weren't gonna show!" Kaito's clone grimaced at the sound of the voice, which came from one Uchiha, Renji. Renji was a disgruntled and drunken man in his mid thirties. He always seemed to have a bone to pick with somebody, and it was because of this most of the clan would much rather have seen him dead than have to hear him gripe about one thing or another. Kaito's clone sighed as it neared him, already smelling the booze on his breath.
"Relax, Renji." The clone replied with a scowl. "My last mission took a bit longer than expected."
"Maybe d-gah... do it a bit quicker next time, huh?" Renji could barely stammer out the words he was trying to speak without hiccupping. He sluggishly waltzed past the younger Uchiha and began making his way toward the village's market district. In the meantime the clone prepared his station, which he would be at until well after the sun had set for the night, but the sight of Renji turning back around caught it's eye. "Go let old ma-gah... man Karasu kn-gah... that you're here." Renji turned back around, nearly falling down to the ground in his drunken stupor, but somehow managing to walk away out of sight. Obliging the order, Kaito's clone opened the gate and walked down into the crypt. As it did, however, it could hear the sound of heavy stone grinding against heavy stone. The clone narrowed it's eyes, stopping in place as it proceeded to activate Kaito's Sharingan.
'Karasu can't open that coffin...' Thought the clone to itself, picturing the old and frail man with it's mind's eye. 'He's far too weak...'
Proceeding with caution now, the clone took each step forward as lightly as a feather. The end of the narrow staircase was near, and far up ahead it could see the flickering light of a burning candle that was interrupted by the shadow of a short, decrepit man. The clone's heart began to pound violently in it's chest as it descended further, the grinding sound it had heard only a moment before starting up again. The grinding was much louder than it had been previously by this point considering the close proximity. Drawing a kunai from the pouch on it's back, the heel of the clone clicked on the final step of the staircase. Sure enough it could see Karasu, or at least who it perceived to be Karasu, situating the lid of an enormous coffin back into place. In the old man's hand was a rather large bone, and the clone's eyes widen in horror as the man seemingly absorbed the bone in through the wrinkly flesh that encased his hand. The sight sent chills down the clone's spine; the sight reminding it of a snake consuming its prey, but it kept itself composed as it proceeded to kneel down at the knees and repositioned the kunai so that it was perpendicular with it's chest.
"You're quite strong for a man who's on their deathbed." The clone said, transforming it's active Sharingan into Kaito's more mature and powerful Mangekyō state as the man turned around. The two were now face-to-face, but still five-meters separated them from each other. "You've got a lot of explaining to do, and you can start by ending that 'Transformation Jutsu' of yours and telling me what you plan on doing with that bone you absorbed."
Uchiha, Kaito, on the other hand, had been stationed to stand guard at the Uchiha clan's gravesite directly following the completion of his previous mission, and he had not been all too happy about it. For starters he had made a previous obligation to his cousin Kamaura, Ray that he would go to watch him participate in the third round of the exams. Secondly the young man felt that guard duty at the gravesite was boring. Nothing ever happened, nor did he or anyone else ever have to worry about such things. Nobody in their right mind would be dumb enough to break into the Uchiha clan's gravesite, let alone the clan's compound, and even if anyone was dumb enough to do so, they would surely suffer the unceasing and unrelenting wrath that the clan would bring down upon them.
This was just another unnecessary precaution that the pretentious family felt was practical, and while Kaito sympathized with it the best he could, he still felt that the leaders of the clan were all too blinded by the horrors of the past.
Despite how he felt about the mission, however, Kaito would still comply and make his way over to take his post. Orders were orders after all, even if they did come from the patriarch of the clan instead of the Hokage.
Even still, the clan's leader never said that he couldn't use a 'Shadow Clone' to take the mantle instead. As soon as Kaito entered back into the village he made a point of activating the 'Shadow Clone Jutsu', making just a single clone. This clone would make its way over to the Uchiha District while the real Kaito, keeping true to his promise to Ray, would make his way over to the tower in the Forest of Death.
It was the perfect plan. Kaito was sure that nothing would manage to go wrong, and shortly after three o'clock in the afternoon his clone would finally make it to the site of the graveyard.
"Finally, kid!" Called a voice from the front gate. "Thought yo-gah weren't gonna show!" Kaito's clone grimaced at the sound of the voice, which came from one Uchiha, Renji. Renji was a disgruntled and drunken man in his mid thirties. He always seemed to have a bone to pick with somebody, and it was because of this most of the clan would much rather have seen him dead than have to hear him gripe about one thing or another. Kaito's clone sighed as it neared him, already smelling the booze on his breath.
"Relax, Renji." The clone replied with a scowl. "My last mission took a bit longer than expected."
"Maybe d-gah... do it a bit quicker next time, huh?" Renji could barely stammer out the words he was trying to speak without hiccupping. He sluggishly waltzed past the younger Uchiha and began making his way toward the village's market district. In the meantime the clone prepared his station, which he would be at until well after the sun had set for the night, but the sight of Renji turning back around caught it's eye. "Go let old ma-gah... man Karasu kn-gah... that you're here." Renji turned back around, nearly falling down to the ground in his drunken stupor, but somehow managing to walk away out of sight. Obliging the order, Kaito's clone opened the gate and walked down into the crypt. As it did, however, it could hear the sound of heavy stone grinding against heavy stone. The clone narrowed it's eyes, stopping in place as it proceeded to activate Kaito's Sharingan.
'Karasu can't open that coffin...' Thought the clone to itself, picturing the old and frail man with it's mind's eye. 'He's far too weak...'
Proceeding with caution now, the clone took each step forward as lightly as a feather. The end of the narrow staircase was near, and far up ahead it could see the flickering light of a burning candle that was interrupted by the shadow of a short, decrepit man. The clone's heart began to pound violently in it's chest as it descended further, the grinding sound it had heard only a moment before starting up again. The grinding was much louder than it had been previously by this point considering the close proximity. Drawing a kunai from the pouch on it's back, the heel of the clone clicked on the final step of the staircase. Sure enough it could see Karasu, or at least who it perceived to be Karasu, situating the lid of an enormous coffin back into place. In the old man's hand was a rather large bone, and the clone's eyes widen in horror as the man seemingly absorbed the bone in through the wrinkly flesh that encased his hand. The sight sent chills down the clone's spine; the sight reminding it of a snake consuming its prey, but it kept itself composed as it proceeded to kneel down at the knees and repositioned the kunai so that it was perpendicular with it's chest.
"You're quite strong for a man who's on their deathbed." The clone said, transforming it's active Sharingan into Kaito's more mature and powerful Mangekyō state as the man turned around. The two were now face-to-face, but still five-meters separated them from each other. "You've got a lot of explaining to do, and you can start by ending that 'Transformation Jutsu' of yours and telling me what you plan on doing with that bone you absorbed."
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Re: Infiltration of the Uchiha Crypts
Wed Aug 30, 2023 4:27 pm
Hearing someone descend the stairs, Yu immediately began to burn the blood within himself. Though the curse he had been forced to assume by the powers that be robbed him of pure chakra, there existed a painful and slow method to revert some of his own blood back into the genuine article. Pain flared and racked his body and he had to still for a moment to gain back his bearings lest he lose himself to it as had happened the first week of the curse so long ago now. His anger eventually won out, beating back the blurred vision and bringing this moment into focus.
As Kaito spoke to him, inspiration struck. Karasu, the man who's form Yu had taken, was a man that held an abiding, near defiant sense of love and admiration for a particular figure in Uchiha history. A man he had spoken of at length to Yu as he had played the role of Karasu's caretaker. He'd heard of all his triumphs, his lows, the little details of his life down to even that man's favorite color of dinnerware. Such passionate, nay, fervent dedication could have only been brought about by one man. Madara Uchiha.
The bone he had taken from the coffin had by now slid into place and real Uchiha blood began to course through Yu's veins as his specialty began to break down it's secrets. With an uncanny understanding, his mind sifted through old and intense memories, playing them back again and again what had been taken from him. Missions he'd been snubbed from. Promotions he'd deserved and been passed over for some sycophant. And that day he'd been tossed aside and damned to the fate of the Hinomoto. And from his hatred, he could feel the full might of the Sharingan at his fingertips. Perfect.
And thus, as the fury of chakra built within his body, Yu took on that man's form. Shedding the visage of weak old man for the striking picture of power, of threat, of Madara. To Kaito he spoke, "You remind me so much of Izuna, young Uchiha. Speak your name to me." As he shifted his focus to his stolen shoulder blades and the ability within them, a cold mist emanating slowly from his form, joining the dank air of the tomb. With a thought, 'Dream Release: Haze of an Impure World'
As Kaito spoke to him, inspiration struck. Karasu, the man who's form Yu had taken, was a man that held an abiding, near defiant sense of love and admiration for a particular figure in Uchiha history. A man he had spoken of at length to Yu as he had played the role of Karasu's caretaker. He'd heard of all his triumphs, his lows, the little details of his life down to even that man's favorite color of dinnerware. Such passionate, nay, fervent dedication could have only been brought about by one man. Madara Uchiha.
The bone he had taken from the coffin had by now slid into place and real Uchiha blood began to course through Yu's veins as his specialty began to break down it's secrets. With an uncanny understanding, his mind sifted through old and intense memories, playing them back again and again what had been taken from him. Missions he'd been snubbed from. Promotions he'd deserved and been passed over for some sycophant. And that day he'd been tossed aside and damned to the fate of the Hinomoto. And from his hatred, he could feel the full might of the Sharingan at his fingertips. Perfect.
And thus, as the fury of chakra built within his body, Yu took on that man's form. Shedding the visage of weak old man for the striking picture of power, of threat, of Madara. To Kaito he spoke, "You remind me so much of Izuna, young Uchiha. Speak your name to me." As he shifted his focus to his stolen shoulder blades and the ability within them, a cold mist emanating slowly from his form, joining the dank air of the tomb. With a thought, 'Dream Release: Haze of an Impure World'
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