The Father becomes the Son

“Who are you?”
Gekkido asked in a calm and tired voice. The man grinned from inside of the chair, staring down the powerful figure of the young man who now climbed the red-carpeted steps. There were three large windows behind the three priestly seats, the sun shown out of each onto Gekkido now, and he realized it was morning. The man said nothing yet continued to look at the young lad with a look of admiration and pride that seemed misplaced. Didn't he know who Gekkido was? How many men he’d killed… How many he was going to kill? Gekkido no longer carried the private seed of guilt about this, for he’d justified his actions in his own heart now. The old man stood to confront the large man known as Gekkido and kept a degree of eye contact that Gekkido was not used to men keeping. He looked at the man to realize that strangely enough - they had the same eyes. He took a step back as the man approached, wondering what on earth was going on. The man still said nothing, and Gekkido’s normal anger was not there to move him towards violence. He was still in such a state of awe he felt almost “above” wrath of the kind he was used to. Nothing brutish would come forth from him, only gracefulness. The man took Gekkido’s hands and kissed them

The man walked past Gekkido and outside of the temple without saying so much as a word; it would be the last time Gekkido ever saw the strange old man. He returned to the center of the temple and grabbed a robe that he’d left lying at the steps when he entered. It was early morning, the sun still rising, and Gekkido walked past the forest limits towards a cliff above the large stream which led into Kirigakure from the top of a mountain miles back. He watched the water, still in an ambient state of meditation and awe. He could not put into words what he’d just seen or how it’d made him feel. But would he could do was reflect on just how vital it was to him that he now prepare himself to inject and penetrate the world with his new found power and ideals. It was finally time and he finally had the power to enact the change he knew the world deserved. More than that, he knew it was far time for the world to start being moved into its next evolution. He was not sure where the tailed beasts were, but they would be slaves to the man he’d just become.

He remembered when he and Senjiro had first met, in a forest not far from where he now was. How young they’d been! They were still very young, but it felt as though they’d gone through a whole lifetime since then. Their power had increased more rapidly and incredibly in a shorter period of time than either of them predicted. And their initial dreams had indeed come true; Senjiro had become Mizukage, and Gekkido was beside him at all times, reaady to conquer together. In the past few years they’d been chained down with the responsibilities of running the nation, but he knew that in the meantime they’d both shared their passion for power and the potential influence they’d one day have. Neither of them had forgotten the evils they experienced as children from the rulership of Vizer, the old Mizukage. His body was never found and it was said that he might still be out there somewhere. But at this point, it no longer mattered. Gekkido and Senjiro were the most powerful men in Kirigakure and potentially the world. Senjiro had found his destiny in being the leader of a nation and the most well rounded shinobi he’d ever met; and he himself had truly become a force of nature that was recognized in parts of the world he hadn’t even heard of.

The question was now was - where to go from here? The first person that came to mind was Kyo. Kyo had been his right-hand man in a special way over the past few years. He too dwelt in the shadows of society as a bit of a nomad and could relate to Gekkido in that way. He’d been a great ally in terms of searching for the tailed beasts and he knew that he could be counted on a time like this where massive action was needed. The question was, what specific massive action. Gekkido pondered even though deep down inside he knew the answer. The world was pregnant for change right now. Two major nations had just been blown to bits and nobody knew who was responsible. There was more fear and suspicion in the world than there had ever been in his lifetime; and it was the greatest opportunity he’d gotten yet. The challenge now was what to do with it. The answer… was to use it to start the flame that would burn down the world. What that meant only he knew, and would share only with those with whom it was necessary. Gekkido placed the black hood over his head and looked down below with a sinister and yet angelic look on his face.

He descended into the water and ascended into his destiny.

At the port of Kirigakure would Gekkido be found, departing from one of the smaller boats that was taken in. He'd jumped atop a ship unnoticed while flowing down stream, and hidden in the inner chamber to continue molding chakra until he made dry land in central Kiri. There, Gekkido silently weaved in and out through the awaiting crowds and into the marketplace as a stranger. He still wore nothing but a black cloak. As he walked through he stepped in a puddle and looked down. With shock he saw his own reflection and the results. His hair had turned pure white! His skin had become almost tan, and his eyes were a burning purple that made it look like he was wearing contacts if those were such a thing at this time in the world. Onlookers stared at him and were worried that he was some kind of criminal from out yonder, but he was swift to move out of main sight. He settled underneath the tent of a ramen shop where he ordered a bowl and sat at the back of the room. He needed some silence and to be alone for the rest of the night so that the rest of his consciousness could return to him. He felt half in the real world, half still in the dream world. He wasn't hungry but he wanted to stimulate his flesh a bit so that he could regain his sense of self a bit faster. Being too spiritual was draining and made one feel as though there was some kind of disconnect between themselves and what was really going on. Ironically, after the bowl of ramen he felt... alive again. He dropped the bowl and headed towards the exit, it was night-time again. Time to find some new clothes and have a meeting with the Mizukage...

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