The story of a lifetime [P]

Gekkido walked into the temple with torch in hand, comrade behind him. It was pitch dark tonight, only the stars could be seen in the sky as they drifted in unnoticed. The faithless made up most of the population these days, so the temples were neither well kept nor oft-visited. Gekkido was the only of his generation that even still believed in the old fables that their forebears had passed down for thousands of years into their hands. Many believed in the future of the Kaguya clan to rest in the hands of new political reforms; policies of the future. Gekkido, however, carried a different philosophy. He believed that the future of his clan rested in their past. The problem was that nobody believed in it anymore. As Gekkido led Senjiro past the altar and into the back room of the temple, they were both exposed to an enormous and empty cathedral. The walls of which were lined with drawings of all manner of color and minerals.

“Our ancestors told stories through art, it was their way of communicating a message in such a way that it would never change and be seen exactly as it was meant to be by every generations. At the same time… beauty is in the eye of the beholder, isn't’ it? So few have hearts and eyes to see the majesty and prophecy in this cathedral anymore. But I see it… I see it for what it truly is…”

Gekkido became lost in thought for a moment as he followed the picture from floor, to wall, to ceiling. He didn’t expect an outsider to understand. Nay, he expected Senjiro to make the same assumption that had been made for the last century among the darkened souls of the kaguya clan. Namely, that these stories and pictures were fables and not history. That there did not, in fact, exist extra-terrestrial lineage linked to the Kaguya clan somewhere out there in the vast expanse of space. No one would dare open their mouths and proclaim such a disgusting truth. The truth that the reason his people had never fit in is because they were not designed to. They were not from this world of of this race. They were something else, sent here for another purpose other than hoping the next mizukage deems them as safe to walk around the village marketplaces without being scanned by all around them. The feelings of inspiration and rage that captured Alexander the Great, Napoleon, Marcus Aurelius and many other extra-ordinary men called into action and awakened into destiny by their lack of tolerance - captivated him in this moment.

How could the beautiful mosaic, which sang a song to the soul of Gekkido, be explained to a foreigner? It was hypnotic for him to stand there in the face of his ancestry. To stand in the midst of a fantasy that insulated his heart from the cold and bleak realities that awaited him just outside the temple walls. But alas, explain this he must. If Senjiro was to become his partner is domination, his one trusted ally; he would need to be of one mind and soul with Gekkido. In order to do so, the young Kaguya would have to be lay out on the table exactly what he believed and was seeking.

Gekkido eyed the shark sword that Senjiro carried. The sword had a mystical tie to fables on the walls, things the Nara could not possibly fathom; but he’d let that story be told at another time.

“I will decipher the messages on this wall for you my friend, but I ask one thing of you. Forget everything you know; everything you’ve been told since you were young. For the truth to fill you, you must first be empty.”

A bright light shone down from the hole in the center of the ceiling above, revealing the moon that’d been hidden all night long. It gave light to the inner chamber they stood in, and the canvases of the wall dazzled with radiance in reaction to the incoming solar energy. Gekkido pointed up at the moon, standing right beside Senjiro, and he began to tell a story.

“Once upon a time there existed a race of beings beyond this world. These beings were known as the Ootsutsuki, and their wisdom and power was the greatest all known realms.”

Gekkido moved his gaze and hand towards the picture of a great tree from which could be seen various peoples gathering around.

“This is Juubi, the deity that the Ootsutsuki worshipped and used for sustenance and power. The Ootsutsuki thrived on an energy known as chakra, and learned to utilize it to rule their world and other worlds. Every century, it would produce a fruit filled with an energy known as Chakra, and it would be given to the King of this people, and he would gain the powers of a god.
With the growth of their power as a race, the Ootsutsuki spread out their colonies across many worlds and dimensions, settling and planting new Trees wherever they went. Eventually, the Ootsutsuki became so widespread and so power hungry, that the colonies began to fight with each other over their chakra and territory. It was at this time that a certain princess, seeing the eventual demise of her people, escaped to the Earth with desire to start new.”

Gekkido paused.

“The princess mated with the leader of the human colonies, and from their child’s loins came the first of all clans as we know them today. The princess successfully ensured the survival of her race, but at a cost. You see she came to the Earth with a boy child, the son of the King of the Ootsutsuki. Rich with his father’s powerful blood, he grew up and reproduced among the human race as well. The clan that came of his royal loins came to be known as... The kaguya clan.”

Gekkido now pointed to the ground beneath them, whose pictures gave life to the end of the fable.

“The mosaic in here is here in order to show the Kaguya clan their origins and how they came to be on this earth. But the hidden message in the art is not only how, but why they were brought here. The Ootsutsuki colonized other worlds to rule them, Senjiro, not to be ruled by them or to mingle with them as equals. The elder scrolls confirm; the Kaguya race was bread in order to conquer the surrounding human races. The princess fooled mankind into believing she’d come in peace, without realizing that the colonization method of the Ootsutsuki was to take over the population by increasing their numbers and diluting the number of purebreds in the race to be conquered. The stronger DNA prevails eventually in evolution; this world will one day be filled with pure blooded Ootsutsuki once more.”

Gekkido chuckled softly as he now stood five meters directly across from his comrade, looking him straight in his eyes.

“My plan is to resurrect the god tree that was planted on this earth when the princess came. I will become its master and with this power will my rule be established. You will reign with me, Senjiro. We will both father a race, you of men and me of Ootsutsuki.
Our races will share this world equally, and our descendants will rule over every living thing that roams this world We can create a future where we are no longer subject to the whims of politicians. A world of prosperity and peace, instead of scarcity and war. With the power we will wield, there will never be a need for war again."

The intensity of the conversation had an affect on the aura within the room. Gekkido felt it, and he was sure that his comrade did as well. He was essentially asking him to forsake his own kind and be willing to go to war with the established world. Furthermore, to rebuild a new utopia and father a bloodline. It was a lot for two young men to aspire to, and indeed the kind of dreams that required extreme measures to make a reality. Gekkido surely had poured it on thick, he now awaited the slightest form of rebuttal or response from his friend.

Gekkido could sense in Senjiro’s voice and manner a certain type of intellectual repulsion of the story he’d just heard. It was only natural that an intellectual thinker like himself would be have a predisposition to doubt. Gekkido was excellent at reading people and sizing them up and he’d done his calculations well with Senjiro. Senjiro, in a sense, completed Gekkido in that their strengths and weaknesses complemented each other. Gekkido’s egotism and extreme confidence was tempered by the healthy skepticism of Senjiro. And yet, he saw that his words were resonating with some part of the Nara. The shadow of doubt was being overcome by the light of burning desire for a lofty vision; this is how all great dreams were born.

When Senjiro asked about how exactly Gekkido planned to gain power, a soft chuckle came out of the man that matched Senjiro’s.
It was the exact question he was hoping the man would ask, because it meant that he believed (though he may not come out and say such a thing) that what Gekkido was proposing was possible. Plans become the topic of conversation when a dream turns into a goal. In other words, there was enough reality to what Gekkido was saying to warrant the discussing of a plan of action. The mastermind had a very clear and effective answer already prepared.

“I’m glad you asked Senjiro. Surely you knew I didn’t just expect the world to kneel before us? Our plan has both an art and a science to it. I’ll explain the science first since I know you have an orderly mind. Phase one, we will need to gain enough power to match that of the Kages. No two beings of that power level are close like we are Senjiro. A cord of two is not easily broken, and we will be unstoppable together once we fulfill our potential. So my question to you, my powerful friend, is what exactly do you feel you need to become powerful enough to take on a Kage?”

Gekkido smiled at the mention of chakra, his eyes fluttering towards Samehada and then back to Senjiro. Fate surely played a hand in the orchestrating of this relationship. How perfect was it that his friend wielded a chakra-sensing/eating swords whilst he had plans to subdue and master the chakra of the tailed beasts. He thought to bring this point to light now.

“Chakra is the greatest currency on this planet. It is what took your race from villages of sticks and stones to empires that dominate whole continents. I agree with you that an extreme amount of training will indeed be necessary in order to reach power that can match a Kage; but I don’t think you will need to see a fight in order to reach it. I have heard stories of the power of the Mizukage… God-like is his prowess. But even he will be no match for our combined strength. Let us begin by the mastery of techniques; we will need to learn techniques powerful enough to slay the gods. My desire is to become the jinchuriki of the Juubi. This is how I plan to re-create the fruit of the god tree. To do so, I will need to master my lightning and bone pulse style. I have my eyes on a certain technique… as well as the blade known as Kiba. I will seek these two things out in order to begin rounding up the tailed beasts and other political ambitions. The most important two things for us to keep in mind are as follows: one, we must stick together to reach our goals. Secondly, we must not gain a reputation until we are powerful enough to hand what a reputation will attract…”

Gekkido pondered the words of his comrade. He knew he could count on Senjiro to bring up the finer points to be considered in any plan. He had the confidence to provide the right answers, as well as the cleverness to plan ahead for such covert operations.

“You are right in estimating that a great deal of work will be required in order to remain secretive. Which is why our plan will require us working together but we will have to become the same person once our political ambitions become realized. You will be the face and I will be in the shadows. All of this can be explained later on, I don’t want to get you too riled up before we have the power to do anything we are talking about. Lets focus on the first step - gaining power. From this point on, we will need to stick together at all times. We must not be seen or recognized during the day, and we must live in the woods near my clan for the present time. Its a place I know well enough to keep us safe and private. We can also train and gather materials. Follow me…”

With that, Gekkido led the way to a spot not too far from the temple where he and his new friend would have a cabin in the woods to live in whilst they schemed and plotted for a better future.

Senjiro chuckled a little bit at Gekkido's words. There was something awfully hysterical and ironic about what was said to him. Senjiro thought about it while looking at Gekkido. It was only appropriate that he addressed the elephant in the room. "The irony in all this is that Im the one who will be at the forefront. I suppose I can always hide in plain sight and all that. This could be a lot of fun. But just before we go, I have a gift". The Nara stated while drawing closer to Gekkido. Senjiro placed his hand on the man's shoulder and left behind a mark. This was Senjiro's unique flying thunder god seal or mark. Gekkido might not even understand it right now. But Senjiro have already thought further ahead. The Nara followed Gekkido out of thr cathedral. And once by the altar inside the temple. Senjiro placed his flying thunder god seal on the underside of the altar where no one could see it. This was another strategic measure on behalf of the young nara too.

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