I . . . Am the punishment of God . . . If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you . . .
Ō S H A R U K Ō K K A I
If Water is the strongest force of nature, then a God I am!
Ō S H A R U K Ō K K A I
If Water is the strongest force of nature, then a God I am!
The Great Naruto Bridge, a place where heroes get there start and the only way to access Kirigakure without some type of vessel that travels by The Ocean's current. Per usual, twenty or so Jounin patrolled the length of the passage way at an even interval, but one particular shinobi appeared to be transfixed by the mysteries of the depths of the sea as he sat with both legs dangling off the side of the bridge; his face bore the purest form of sadness that a human could possibly fathom. Increasingly, bubble after bubble arose to the waters surface before drastically resembling the contents of a witch's cauldron on a hot fire, undoubtedly catching the Jounin's attention. In one swift movement he had already sprung to his feet with a kunai in hand across his chest, death could be instant if it were an attacker. All at once the bubbles stopped and a pale white hand emerged and gripped one of the pillars supporting the bridge. A whistling sound rang throughout the area as the kunai darted toward the hand, but before it could make contact an eerie black glow appeared from the depths.
Clink - The sound of the kunai as it met with the now black colored water encased hand before deflecting off and into the depths below. In a spray of mist and water, a figure erupted from the water and landed on the side of the pillar, its arms raised well above its head as a pair of golden eyes looked up at the Jounin. "Now, Kushuro . . . Is that anyway to treat an old friend who has spent the last year or so at the bottom of the sea?" The insignia of the Hidden Mist Village shown with all it's might and glory on the forehead protector wrapped around the shinobi's ripped left pants leg. With no shirt on, even more of his milky pale white skin could be shown threw the various abdominal, bicep, and pectoral muscles that made up his upper body. Yet, his peculiar skin tone only brought out the even more peculiar blue hair that sat atop his head, a trademark of the children of the Ocean; the Kōkkai. At this point there was no doubt to whom this mysterious figure was, Kirigakure no Mizuyajuu [ Sea Beast of the Hidden Mist ] Ōsharu Kōkkai.
The Jounin smirked as he watched his old friend make his way up the pillar, a hand was even lent out to hoist Ōsharu to the top. "Well well well, if it isn't ol' Whale's Stomach. It seems the depths of the ocean have served you well." Kushuro said admiring the physical condition of the Kirigakure Genin. Ōsharu raised both of his middle fingers with a smirk at the only nickname he despised, hell it wasn't his fault a very high metabolism ran throughout his family. Shrugging it off, he began to perform various flexes to show off the newly acquired muscles. "Hey! The water pressure at 500 feet below is like a miracle worker. Check this though" Ōsharu says turning the attention to his back where a tribal black marking ran across his back. Kushuro raised an eyebrow at what he knew well he enough was the seal known exclusively to the Kōkkai clan.
"Ahh, the Jouyaku no Mizuyajuu Fūin. I figured as much when my kunai was deflected by that black water. So I see you've been working on your Suiton then, we'll have to test that one day." Ōsharu gave a teasing wink as he dropped to the floor with a scroll in hand that he removed from his thigh pouch, spreading it out about half way he placed his right hand on it and applied an ample amount of chakra. A small plume of smoke erupted before dispersing and revealing a shirt and another hip pouch. "Yea yea in due time . . . But, right now I have to head back to the village to report in. Hopefully I wasn't marked M.I.A." Ōsharu replied as he struggled to get the dry shirt on his still dripping wet body.
After saying his good bye and parting ways with an old friend Ōsharu began the long walk road down the stretch of the bridge where heroes before his time had made their starting mark in history. A sense of excitement and the thrill of what he could expect to come next fueled him as he began to pick up speed into a sprint on his way back to the greatest village of all, Kirigakure no Sato.
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