- Dec 7, 2020
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Within this abyss of darkness laid many wonders and wiles beyond most imagination. It was crafted by the will of the Uzumaki and that of his creation, Kioku. A collection of an unimaginable amount of data and information, the knowledge that was guarded by the linguistic craftsman ship of Ketsugo's intelligence. Layered across miles was secrets, historic and arcane archived here. Unbeknownst to all except for the Uzumaki and Kioku. That is until a couple of moments ago...
As the Uzumaki Lord pressed his foot against the surface of marbled floors, it echoed and descended down the massive halls that were filled with shadows. It was a place that was guarded by one creature, and unlike most many living within these conditions would be lonely but Kioku felt joy. It was an intense filling that Ketsugo could sense on a metaphysical level, as he was able to not just see but feel the details upon his footing. A chuckle lit up the Uzumaki face but briefly, as within the shadows of the damned arose a detectable presence that caused the Uzumaki to become more on guard. He was bewildered on how someone was able to find this place so he pondered on how this could become possible. Many scenarios shifted within his mind quickly and then came an conclusion which made sense to the Sage. It was a theory he pondered before and had believed, but was it absolutely true?
The still air grew a bit more intense, magnifying the atmosphere within the immediate vicininty through sheer intent. As the darkness shrouded his face, his eyes were opened as they peered forwards towards the blackend space that soon began to arise with a color of the notable and infamous Sharingan. It's presence was familiar, and soon the voice registering to his ears too was common. Both hands were positioned at the Uzumaki side but were being covered by the robe upon his presence, and in response his left eye emantated a crimson color to shine light of consequence. A warning signal, ushered for the following words to be heeded.
"Your presence and voice is familiar... and your stench reminds me of... Naraku Uchiha. Yet you ou are not quite him... You are far too weak... What business do you have coming into my home, stripling... Who are you?... Answer now..."
Ketsugo was annoyed, no rather angered by this unexpected arrival. With the awareness of the Kagura Shingan Technique, Ketsugo remained viligent of the wary dojutsu and the illusionary techniques befitting that of the supposed Uchiha. Time had an expiration date for all.