Mizukage Residence

[Jeriah]

Mizukage's Building: The tallest of all the village's towers, this building houses the village's governing body and all associated offices. From the highest floor, the Mizukage peers down upon the village within his office ready to do his duty. Holding the Elders' Council, the Kirigakure Police Force, the Kage's Audience Chamber, and numerous waiting rooms for visiting diplomats, it is by far the most secure structure in the district, if not the village.
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[IsamuChinoike]

It wasn't long before his arrival back to his office. Withholding the highest rank in the village it was expected that the Chinoike-breed watched over the village maintaining its peace and stability while pondering through papers that would financially and politically affect Kirigakure, Land of Water. His return was not greeted with smiles but rather was frowned upon for his sneaky antics. Residing in a beautiful land with unique and distinct districts, the Mizukage felt it was best to explore and get familiarized with the new modernized village. With his return, Isamu was able to make the Land of Water a more profitable land than any of the previous kage's that lead before him, especially Shusuke who had almost ran the Land of Water right to the ground. The Kirigakure Councilman was tight-lipped as they witnessed the blonde hair shinobi marched to his office, already figuring that they would be wasting their breaths if they try to consult to their Kage on his absence. His stature mimicking that of a statue and rigid look on his face exemplified his disappointment within himself as a Kage. Easily letting an SSS-rank criminal in the Land of Water for his selfish gains to obtain more power had jeopardized the lives of many and now had blood on his hands. Even though the number of casualties was small, they were not in war nor looking for a fight, the barrier corp members were simply doing their jobs until their Mizukage put them in harm's way. There was no way to bring them back to the world of the living, but they certainly were revered as heroes and patriots of their country. A memorial service would have been organized for the deceased. As a shinobi and a soldier one was expected to carry on with their duties despite their chaotic experiences. With the attack being discrete and only noticed by those in proximity, many had not known of the attack and carried on with their gleeful lives.

The jovial smiles and cheerful laughter had dwindled away in response to the mega power outage that spread amongst each district. The modernized land which had been powered by electricity in most of its districts were haunted by the sphere of darkness that tainting all to lose gleeful experiences into nothing but fear and shock. It was not long until the wave of voices collided, all constructing an audible cry for help as their visual senses were relinquished from their own grasp. "Is this Orochimaru's doing?". The words birthed from his lips as he was bewildered at how the electricity in the Land of Water could simultaneously go out. With his crimson red orbs activated, Isamu red-eye illuminated peering into a 360 degree, while seeing as far as ten kilometers. Those who resided in or near the Mizukage Residence could the red highlighted light that beamed from his right eye. Without noticing the small yet powerful light became a beacon of hope yet ominous as the silhouette eyes resembled the bloody mist nature of the Chinoike swore to abandoned. Peering into the neighboring colonized lands, it seemed they too were surrounded by a sudden wave of darkness. It became clear to the Eel King that this was far too great of an attack to be submitted by the Legendary Sannin, even though he possessed a phenomenal power he did not own a power that could affect the world globally. In conjunction, the snow had come peering down into the districts. Shielded by the confines of his office, he could sense the chakra that it had originated from, and none had been familiar with any shinobi who resided from the Yuki Clan, though it was still a mystery who the caster was, it still was distinct. A man who possessed great memory could tell this was the same chakra that led for the five Kage's to meet at an undisclosed location in the Shinjin continent. This was the power of the same man who killed the legendary doctor Heiwa Sozo. Lifting up his shirt and gazing at the emerald tag embellished with sozo algorithms, flashbacks emerged from the back of his brain. Freezing the Mizukage in place for no longer than two seconds as he became of nostalgia. It felt like yesterday when Isamu was only a test tube and rebirthed by the Sozo surgeon, and now he was an established leader of the Hidden Mist Village. With electrical devices out of commission, the Mizukage's only source for communication was through a telepathic link. Wanting to reserve his chakra, he knew to only target leaders and powerheads to then relay his words to their subordinates. The consecutive attacks on the Land of Water had become a trend but no way in any shape or form did this affect each and every shinobi's willpower as their mental and physical capabilities were fortified by the Will of Water.

Extending his first telepathic words to the numerous departments in the Iruka Sector, they'd be ordered to conserve and safeguard all genetic samples, weaponry, orbital mechanics, and medicinal products sealed into giant scrolls. Forming a series of hand seals and thrusting his onto the floor, the bundle of scrolls would be reversed summon the Mizukage's office. Select members of the Ashida clan who were not novices to the use of Reijutsu had been summoned into the Mizukage offices as they were instructed to emit their spiritual energy into a powerful seal that replicated into each of the numerous, casting a foreign and powerful seal lit up with a silver hue that mimicked hieroglyphics and noting of human language. Shrunken down into miniature scrolls that resembled SSD cards (and did not crush or alter the contents inside) and surrounded by a chakra barrier dome that resembled a bubble, the Eel King had no choice but to conceal the hidden contents into a location that was not humanistically possible to fine. Weaving few hand seals and situating his pale open palm onto the bubble-like barrier, he'd reverse summon the scroll into his eel companions Shokka's esophagus. The sticky and pliable world that resided inside his companion would not contain any harmful acid or acidic poisons that could disrupt the chakra bubbled-like dome.

Having to resort to their natural habitats and the many aquatic organisms that surrounded the Land of Water, a smirk materialized on Isamu's face as he had an idea to bring light and alternative back to the Land of Water. Within every department and district, each shinobi had access to seashells a communicative device that was created by his own senpai, Dr. Azuresato Ryu. Upon graduation from the academy, each shinobi was granted such a device that laid dormant in their scrolls. A bit uncomfortable to the ear, the seashell would be placed to use in a similar fashion to a Bluetooth device. Communication had been restored to all citizens while a telepathic link from the Mizukage had remained intact. "Greetings my fellow residents and shinobi, for unknown reasons it seems there has been an outage and my sources tell me this was not only affected the Land of Water and the lands adjacent to it but globally. "With this sudden wave of darkness, the easiest thing to do is panic and become creators of havoc, but I assure you we have everything under control. This is a statement of Emergency, and it is mandated that all shinobi return back to the village immediately. Shinobi in all districts...we will be moving this attack under an Emergency State Three 3, please proceed as trained." He spoke, every word carried nothing but the truth, and his gleeful attitude despite their predicament tackled and overpowered the wave of concern. "Yessir" the words came in unison. In conjunction, a collision of chakra could be felt within each district as collaborative jutsu's would have taken form. Simutemaously using the summoning technique and the Water Release: Water–Heavens Convergence. This technique enabled the Mist Shinobi to control water and moisture around oneself much like Gaara controls his sand. Extracting water from the water molecules in the air, groundwater, and the numerous bodies of water. Maneuvering water around the aquatic species that resided in the Land of Water such as Glofish and Anglerfish to illuminate the land once more, eliminating the darkness that tried to succumb over the land.

A sigh of relief was renounced from Isamu's lips as he could stop worrying about the obstruction of his villagers' vision. Equipped with the traditional Mizukage headpiece, a blank stare would glance at the joyful faces, as their eyes slightly blinded with tears angled their heads upwards as glorifying their leader for keeping their promise to protect them. Overwhelmed with emotion his poker face could be maintained as it shattered like glass exhibiting his shark teeth as a smile materialized and took shape. For another brief moment, the Mizukage had time to think before planning his next attack. Adjacent to the fourteen meters high wall that covered the entire islands, was a hundred-meter high wall made of highly condense water. The thickness of the water wall was nine meters. One would question what was so impressive about a water wall? The simplistic idea was undoubtedly genius, as shinobi with gigantic egos would think that the defensive easy to destroy, but they would soon find out that fire release would not be the answer as the cryptic wall would absorb the air particles of water vapor would condense and rebuild the wall within a fraction of a second. When one enters and collides with the moisten barrier, energy would immediately be transferred to the water molecules, controlling the opponent’s friction and slowing them down. Their gestures would be move slow and subtlety as if they were stuck in stasis. If need be the barrier would absorb any moisture from its opponent’s, killing them immediately as they’d appear to be in a mummified state. The wishes of the Mizukage came to fruition. The barrier system would have morning, evening, and night/graveyard shifts. Soldiers who poured their chakra into the barrier for eight hours, only able to leave after their replacement had begun their shift. This organization had caused a consistent amount of chakra to be poured into the barrier, helping maintain to stay afloat for twenty-four hours. Within the barrier system. Now electrically powered by the chakra lightning chakra of Isamu's eels, the barrier technological inventions would be re-established. Technological advancement had surged through the land, as they now restricted outside forces from freely entering and exiting the Land of Water. Each resident’s chakra, saliva glands, and hair strands with hair follicles attached to the end were all securely entered into the system. This would deem it impossible for one to replicate one's identity and chakra, immediately detecting an intruder’s presence. It was no surprise that Takeshi and Shusuke would be exiled from the land, not including them into the barrier system. Had they tried to enter the Land, they would suffer the fatal effects from the barrier alone. Further powering the barrier to be more effective would be influenced by the Ashida clan as they'd erect reijutsu around the barrier spiritual energy that would disallow 'breaches of the past'. Suspended in thought, this would soon come to an end as he'd be notified from the President of the Department of Orbital Mechanics. Lord Mizukage, it appears that electricity not only has been powered off Planet Earth but in our orbital system, there seem to be satellites falling from the sky. Our barriers may be able to slow down the assault due to stasis, but it will kill a lot of people. You have to do something!. The man was right and no one but the Daimyo or the Mizukage was up for the job.

"I figured this out long ago Kawisha" his tone dark and ominous. Flickering from existence and releasing himself from the confines of his office his body emerged in the middle of the crowd of people. His ranmarugan discovered this earlier as his vision extended ten kilometers upwards as well while he viewed everything 360-degree radius. He knew in his current physique that he could not stop the satellites. Using his bare hands to destroy the satellites would induce more damage as the numerous scraps of metal would crash into infrastructures and people, a careless error that the Mizukage could not have on his part.

A sigh relinquished from pale lips again as he clapped his hands together and begin to concentrating chakra into his forehead. Two indistinguishable red figures begin to spiral on his forehead, almost resembling an Uzumaki crest as it later than fully formed into two red dots that now bear a resemblance to that of the Kaguya Clan. Opening his eyes his penetrative vision, he calculated how much time he had before the satellites would reach the barrier. "Two minutes" he whispered to himself. "I WON'T LET YOU DIE!!!!!!". A rippling shockwave of chakra had emerged from the Isamu's lungs causing all those who were in proximity to harmlessly be moved five feet further from him as the gushing winds gravitated towards him. As the circles collided and mimicked that of a bullseye, a surplus of blood was created within his body and needed to escape. Numerous deep cuts would have emerged all over his body as leaking pools of blood seeped out from the wounds. The Blood Miracle Seal which takes the form of a bulls-eye on the Isamu's forehead - is used to gradually increase blood vessels and the creation of blood, giving Isamu an endless amount of blood to use. This technique protects the user from dying of blood loss and gives them an unlimited amount of blood allowing him to use his blood techniques as his body was a host for an ocean of water. This mode only lasts for twenty minutes, and when deactivated it makes Isamu drastically fatigue. The excess of blood that seemed limitless had begun to swirl at the bottom of his feet, moving at a speed of 70 mph as it formed into a twister, eventually lifting the man into the sky defying what was known as gravity.

Manipulating and shaping the blood it would form into a humanoid avatar that resembled nothing but the terrifying behemoth. Being constructed of Isamu's will, chakra, and blood, the humanoid titan is able to attack Isamu's behalf, also having the capability to strategically attack and think on its own. The connection between Isamu and his Chitan allows the giant to shield him and his allies from physical and most chakra-based attacks(depending on its strengths, nature affinity, etc). Due to his humungous size, the Chitan has immense physical strength allowing it to easily become harmful environmental effects. Since it is made of blood, the humanoid avatar can shapeshift certain parts of its body into weapons and even shields. It too can fire off gigantic needles that would share the same purpose as senbon or kunai. Unlike Susanoo, the Chitan is able to regenerate and recover from attacks. In addition to his already profound and powerful abilities, the Chitan is also capable of capturing its opponents in powerful genjutsu. Like the Ketsuryugan Projection Technique, he is able to use mediums to help perform his ocular techniques. As long as this technique is active, this technique draws large portions of chakra and blood. Purging through the water barrier, the satellite would have immediately stopped as it happened to find itself within the colossus hands. Redirecting the satellites by using its massive strength to redirect the orbital device to land that no inhabitants. Harmless gas released from the Chitan mirroring the same temperature as boiling hot water (212°F), melting the piles of snow before it could pile onto form mini-mountains.

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[IsamuChinoike]

Residing within the Mizukage's office were five members who resided within the notorious Ashida Clan. Various in size, shape, and gender their physical traits all bore a similar resemblance as their onyx black hair and silver-hued orbs emerged from their straw hats. Sitting in a pretzel-like position in an enclosed circle, their hands had interlocked with one another as they begin to collaborate meditate simultaneously. Their chakra and mind were in sync as they utilized their infamous Reijutsu to envision what happening within the world. Telepathically linked to both their Mizukage and Daimyo, the duo's mind would have been infiltrated with visions that expanded amongst the Shinobi Continent. This had informed the two men that the blackout had been globally and did not make the Land of Water a lone victim. With their telepathic connection, it would spread out now influencing their clansmen and their brethren the Terumi and Yuki Clan to help further strengthen their homes defenses. Given another mission besides the Kirigakure Emergency Procedure, the Terumi would use collaborative jutsu's along with the Ashida Clan. With their hands moving simultaneously via the telepathic connection of the Ashida's doing, the Terumi clan whose members were spread out throughout the land residing in all districts expelled numerous large clouds of steam that seeped through the barrier and within the land, melting the snow that already invaded the village while melting any future drops of snow immediately evaporating and ceasing the chakra source from existing. With the Ashida's clan reijutsu erected into the barrier and now airborne, it would convert the foreign chakra into spiritual energy, molding it and changing its properties, that their caster would not be able to utilize.

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[JigokunoTenshi]

Time-skip implemented.

April 12, 1205 AH
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[ZimTheInvader]

After the sudden and devastating declaration by the being known as Madoguchi, it would seem as though as he had retreated into the chakra source as fast as he had arrived. Due to this sudden retreat by the alien threat, the world leaders have ordered all citizens' return effective immediately.

Time-skip Implemented
Zone 1 & 2: April 13, 1205 AH 9:00 AM
Zone 3 & 4: April 13, 1205 AH 9:00 PM​

 

[Jeriah]

Silence had echoed throughout the room as the Mizukage's crimson orbs pierced onto the Hidden Mist Village. His eyes penetrated through tinted windows within the tallest building of Kirigakure. Isamu's body was glued to the chair for most of the day filing through the papers of mission requests and other political matters. Within Isamu's hands, he helped develop some of the strongest generations of fighters. A man of the watchful eye, Isamu was quite popular in the village and land that he lead remembering every shinobi's name and abilities. The Mizukage also knew every citizen who resided within land no matter political or financial status they held. Composed of the ideals and principles of the old world, the Mizukage initial task was to expand the strength of Kirigakure and the Land of Water as a whole. Even though the Eel King had been imprisoned in his office, his sensory abilities expanded kilometers sensing the tailed beast that once plagued the land. Historically the six tails and three-tailed beast had a home in Kirigakure and wished to welcome them back home even by force. Well acquainted with both the Rokubi's and Three tail's abilities, Isamu already formed mental simulations of how to defeat and seal the beast within a medium. Such a task requiring a ton of chakra and stamina plagued his mind. Staring blankly at the window he wondered who would not die while challenging the might of a tailed beast. The faces of the numerous shinobi flashed in his head. One who stood out in particular to battle Isobu was his jonin-commander Muteki Khan. With his telekinetic-like abilities, his voice would have traveled the distance to the location of the Red Demon of monstrous strength.

"Khan Muteki. We've got important matters to discuss. I ask you to come to the office at once." The sentence was stern yet polite. Those who knew of the bloodlust zombie matured into a leader who could rationally think and not massacre a group of innocent people like he once had in his past. Even though Isamu's savage past had been decades behind, it had not been eradicated and only had an easily removable lid on it. The jonin-commander Muteki had not been far in age from Isamu, sharing a similar background, and was even more of a monster than the Mizukage was, and that's why he was hand-chosen to the jonin-commander.

Standing idly he knew in complete silence, Isamu's soothsaying abilities warned him that this comforting eradication of noise would soon come to an end. As the village begins to enter a new era with shinobi possessing incredible kekkei genkai and natural talents, shinobi who wielded the Will of Water would have full access to the Mizukage's residence at the moment. A little socialization wouldn't hurt Isamu as it connected him to a stronger source of power, companionship. With hands folded behind his back, his pale hands interlocked as he waited for his guest to show.

 

[Anoesism]

Having dropped off stacks of papers, reports and requests to the Mizukage at the crack of dawn, Rekkai knew he would be holed up in his office for the better part of the day. Isamu’s relatively new assistant was a busy woman herself, industrious and hardworking with her own unit to command. Obliging her own reports to compile and personnel to follow up with, she had curtly excused herself to tend to her other duties fully aware he would summon her should her presence become a necessity. While there was much she loved about her positions within the village namely the power they held and the doors they opened, paperwork was not on that list. There were other ways to maintain the status quo. This, her hunters learned to understand well. Any rumblings of displeasure at their leadership had long since been extinguished like a lit cigarette snuffed across the pavement.



She returned to the Mizukage compound later in the afternoon, chin cocked high as she strode through the hallways. Her sharp, sea green gaze latched onto every individual she passed and a certain perverse glee puffed her chest every time another would stiffen or avert their eyes. While both the shinobi and civilians held their Mizukage in high regard and trusted the decisions he made, there was yet a veil of uncertainty in acceptance to his assistant: the Hell Hound, as some spicy rumors had dubbed her due to her lava style, severity, and head count. She disappeared from the public eye at an early age and didn’t resurface until the Chunin exams many years later. After her reappearance, her image only darkened as a member of the ‘undertaker squad’. The girl was arrogant and sharp tongued, with a domineering eye that pierced like a sword through the soul and with the skills to back it up. While most of the hunter nin kept a low profile, Rekkai saw opportunity from the opposite. Upon her return from missions, the girl would make her way casually through the village with the decapitated head of her quarry in her grasp. She reveled in the display of power in these walks and in the weakness that it proved in all others who shied away from her because of it. Indeed, she didn’t have the best of reputations in the village and the fact that not much about her was public knowledge led to the conceptions of grandiose rumors and certain distrust.



Coming upon the door to Isamu’s office, Rekkai tapped the back of her knuckles to the door a single time before pushing it open, welcoming herself in without waiting for invitation. She looked over the stacks of files on the desk, noting how they had moved positions and a quick gauge of the amount of work he had cycled through over the day. Her eyes flicked up, then, to Isamu’s back as he looked beyond the window and across the village below, pale hands clasped loosely at his back.



“Something’s on your mind,” she stated brazenly with a hand on her hip. It was an assertion, rather than a question - yet it was one her tone clearly expected an answer to. After a moment’s pause with or without proper response, she crossed the room and would begin rearranging his desk. Organizing the files into proper piles, she shuffled one completed stack at a time to the table nearest the door to later be dispersed to their proper recipients. Boorishly stubborn as she was, she would continue the idle task in silence until someone else dared break the stillness.

 

[Doomguy]

To stand against the Land of Water is a foolish task. Even more so when one is not willing to face the consequences of their actions, or is it even fair to call what the Khan does to these traitors and foes a consequence? For many, if not all, plead for death within the first few days of his specialized torture. Or could you even call it torture? No, you couldn’t, because torture meant that there was an end. So the only real way to describe what happens to those who go against the Land of Water, is they get sent in to their own personal Hell, one of the Khan’s own making. A Hellscape that once entered, they cannot break free from, not even with death.
Once they are placed into these Hellscapes, the negative emotions of hate and anger grow unlike ever before, festering like infections in the pores. They learn to not only damn their own actions, but damn their parents for conceiving them, and their lord for giving them the ability to have consciousness. One of the most recent additions just so happened to be a Kunoichi from the Land of Water known as Taremi Tsuzuki, who attempted to assassinate the Mizukage not even two weeks ago, and even though she failed, she is still forced to be a subject to this abstract underworld. Not because the Khan hated her or the Mizukage hated her for what she did, but rather, she simply tried it. And no one can escape the Wrath of the Khan, whether they be man, woman, or child.
Taremi’s first punishment was to take thirteen lashes on her back before the public. Though it was not an easy task to do, for the Khan had stripped her naked and tied her to a pole, one that was imbued with a jutsu that increased the pain one felt tenfold. And over the course of an afternoon, she was forced to count to thirteen, and if for even a moment she hesitated, they would start over. By the time she was done her entire back was covered in crimson, but it did not end, no that would’ve been too easy. What happened instead is the Khan poured salt against each of her wounds, increasing her pain even further, and he made sure to do it roughly. In his corpse-like eyes, she had to be broken, she had to suffer, she had to know what it was like to be lower than the worms in the dirt.
That night, when she was starting to rest, the Khan brought a trained team of medical professionals into her chamber. It was a simple procedure that they performed, but one that was incredibly unpleasant, and made her question whether or not she wanted to be alive already. Rather than let her get any rest, the Khan had her eyelids removed, so that she could not close her eyes any longer. Understanding this could be an issue, however, he had a medical professional find a way to make sure that she was kept safe from any issues that might cause death or blindness, and only those issues.
That happened two months ago, and Taremi had still not slept, nor had she eaten or drank more than her body’s minimal requirement. Her stomach may as well had been a sack of bubbling acid, shrinking smaller and smaller each second, so much so that her skin stuck to her ribs like she was a skeleton. Her long, luscious hair had begun to grow grey at the roots, and despite being in her early twenties, she looked like she had aged sixty years. Dark purple bags formed under her sunken eyes and her cheekbones which were once slightly chubby were pronounced, as there was no meat between the bone and the skin.
An unsightly appearance for someone who was once beautiful for sure, luckily for her, she was going to get a bit of food. Not from the guards or the fridge of course, but from the cockroaches that ran across her room in the night, they were large and juicy and delectable when she bit into them. Though if she was going, to be honest with herself, someone of her sort of class would much prefer a fresh mouse, they had so much more meat on them and were the closest thing to a warm meal that she has had in ages. Laying down on the bed as if she was asleep, Taremi closed her eyes and waited patiently like a predator at the bottom of the sea, waiting for its prey to cross above her. Except for this time, the prey she hunted for crossed onto her, and the moment she felt a cockroach touch her skin, she stretched her hand forward and gripped hold onto it as tight as she could.
She heard its wings vibrate against its body, sounding more akin to a cicada than anything else in recent memory, it was the one thing that she hated about eating them. Or at least, that is what she was going to do with it if it had not been for the Khan appearing in the entryway of her room at that last second. She wanted to blink, but she couldn’t, all she could do was bring her hands up to her eyes and move them between for a few seconds. She didn’t say anything to him though, nor did she even look him in the eyes, instead she just got onto her knees before him and looked down. Taremi was nothing compared to the Khan, no one in this cell block was, they were mere ants at the feet of a great and merciful god.
The Khan raised his hand up, and she followed his silent order, except she sat up more like a puppy than stood like a person. A shinobi emerged from behind him, one who was short, stocky, and looked a lot like her before she had entered into the cells. She looked confused for a second, being caught in a state of familiar and unfamiliar, but when he gave a goofy smile and waved, it all clicked. She rushed in to give him a hug and he returned in kind, the Khan had brought to her the man that she loved the most, her brother. She kissed his cheeks and dry tears ran down her face, her tear ducts had dried out a long time ago, and even this wasn’t enough to bring them back. Still, the happiness she felt inside due to the situation was far more than she ever imagined, it was like God had given her a second chance to feel happiness.
And for just a moment, in the cockroach-covered darkness of her cell, she felt a sliver of hope. Her memories raced back to her, she felt like herself again, all but the confidence she felt deep down had been revived. She turned to the Khan like he was an old friend, he had broken her down and built her up, something no one else had done for her before. She knew deep down that she was now a true Shinobi of Kirigakure, one that was sorry for her mistakes in the past, because she knew that she was so ungrateful during that time. She kneeled before the Khan one more time, before she watched him raise his boot into the air, and bring it down on her skull. Again and again and again…

Or at least, this is what she imagined happened, dreamt had happened. In reality, or at least what she thought was reality, she had been asleep in her cell. Everything she had experienced in the past two months was apparently nothing but a dream, a cruel dream, yes she remembered now. She had attempted to kill the Mizukage yesterday with a group of her friends, and the lashings she had gotten were from just a few hours ago, weren’t they? She reached her hand to her back but felt nothing, no scars or wounds or bandages, just clear skin. She felt confused for a moment, but she knew that she was alright at least, but then the Khan entered her cell again.
Behind him were fourteen men, each of them was big and strong and had chains with hooks on them, a terrifying sight for her. She did not know what they were going to do, especially as they started forcing the chains into the walls, but she began to understand all too soon. One by one the meat hooks entered into her alabaster flesh, one in each hand, two on each arm, one on each foot, two on each leg, and two on each shoulder. She screamed in pain as they mercilessly placed them inside her, making sure to take their time, even purposely messing up a few times. When they finally finished though, she had been hoisted and placed upon the wall like a deer’s head in a hunter’s hut, and it was obvious to her that the Khan was the hunter. Displayed by how he stroked his thick black beard with a smirk.
He then took out a carving knife, a large one that was rusty, covered in strange gunk, and smelled like it just emerged from a sewer. He then began to work on her, slowly removing each patch of skin that he saw, only taking a break from his flaying when he was bored and tired of her screams. Then he just sent in a team who had nothing but salt, coarse salt, and they rubbed it into her meat like she was pork about to be skewered. It hurt and she cried and wanted to die so horribly at this moment, but she couldn’t, the Khan was keeping her alive by another team of medical professionals that stood alongside her. Any attempts to kill herself were met with resistance, and sadly, it just made the Khan go even slower.
So slow, in fact, that she realized that three days had passed since he had started on her. Yet the consistent pain and torture from the salt baths and medical team made it feel so much longer. Or faster, she couldn’t even tell, because it didn’t even matter. All she wanted to do was go home, she wanted to go home and see her family, her mother, her father, and her sister. Wait a minute, wait.. Didn’t she have a brother in her dream? Yes, she did, she did have a brother. She never did have a sister, or did she? And wait, didn’t the Khan already remove that patch of skin from her chest? Why did it..
She awoke again.

This time, Taremi’s eyelids were gone again and her back was covered in the countless scars of the flogging, but she didn’t feel crazy again. She felt normal still, but she looked up at the clock and noticed that it was broken again, stopping her from knowing the time. Taremi raised her hands up above her eyes, they were the only way to close them now, and that’s all that she wanted to do. She wanted to close her eyes and cry, to forget it all, because she was starting to realize that she attempted to kill the Mizukage nearly five years ago. Or at least she thought, she couldn’t tell anything in this room, she just knew the pain and the suffering she felt at the hands of the Khan. Or was it even the Khan? No. The Khan was a man, he had to be right? There was no way he could be the devil or enma or any other force like that.
Suddenly she heard her door slam open, but it was not the Khan or any of her lackeys, it was her father. He grabbed her wrist, not even taking a moment to stop, and began running her outside. She cried and asked what he was doing, and he told her he was getting her out of here, she had been in there for a decade. She thought it was only five years at the most, but again, she could not tell. All she knew is that she hated this place, this hell hole that she lay in, and looking back at it these were only the most recent few dreams that she had been waking up from. For all she knew, this one could be another dream, another false reality, and this might not be her father.
No. It was not her father, it could not be her father, her father was dead. Her father died years ago, when the Khan killed him, that is why she went after the Mizukage. Rather than let this man who claimed to be her father continue to take her to some other hell, she reached for the Kunai on his belt and stabbed him in the throat again and again and again. She screamed as loud as she could and she felt the splash of hot blood against her face. It felt good, it felt something other than cold, and it was like a bath. She reached down into the throat of this imposter and rubbed the blood on her face, it was something different because it was not her own.
She began to laugh and cry at the same time, she had finally taken away one of the Khan’s toys, and when he walked into the room to see what had happened, she savored that awestruck face. Or at least she did, until he started clapping and laughing, slowly walking toward her. She jumped up to her feet and held the Kunai out in front of her, she was shaking horribly, whether it was from malnourishment or fear she couldn’t tell. Perhaps both, but at this moment it didn’t matter, she had to be strong. She knew that he was going to be mad, he had to be mad, she had won... She had won!
That is when he told her that she was awake, she was fully awake, and the man that she just killed was indeed her father. She felt a sense of confusion, she looked down at the body on the ground and it did not rever to any true form, it remained like the one of her father. She ran over it to look at its neck, to make sure that it wasn’t really him, and then low and behold she saw the birthmark that she had gotten from him. Immediately she threw up over his corpse, mixing vomit and blood on her and the ground below, it was a violent discharge. The Khan only laughed in return before grabbing the back of her head and dragging her down into the depths of the dungeons yet again. She did not even fight back at this point, her legs simply dragged behind her like limp sacks of meat, bruising and bloodying as they slapped against the stone steps below.
She wanted to die, but she knew she wouldn’t, the Khan would always bring her back from that brink. Somehow, despite having no cushions in her room, the Khan made it so that she couldn’t bash her head into the brick walls of her room, suffocate herself, break her own neck against her bed frame, or even hold her breath to the point that she passed out. It wasn’t fair, she didn’t even kill the Mizukage, why did they continue doing this? The Khan couldn’t give her an answer, because he didn’t give a shit, this was her punishment and it was going to be eternal.


The next day the door opened and the Khan had with him a tray of breakfast. Nothing special, just egg-drop soup, a thing of ramen, and steamed dumplings. As for a drink, he had with him a thing of sake and water, and to say she was grateful was an overstatement. She did not want a single thing given to her, but her stomach rumbled so hard that she thought she was going to kill over at that moment, so she took a leap of faith, or rather leap of desperation, and began eating. It tasted good, it tasted warm, and it was dead before she got it. A real tear fell down her face for the first time in months.
She asked the Khan why he was doing this, and he told her that he was setting her free, and for some reason that sent shivers down her spine. Those sinister words were like the forked tongue of a demon waddling its way into the crevices of her mind, setting her up for something good, only to drop her down. Though she had been here for a decade as far as she knew, or was that a dream too? The Khan said it wasn’t, but then again the Khan has killed her again, and again, and again, and again. His mere image brought back an eternity of post-traumatic stress disorder found in only the most combat-worn veterans. But the way this felt, even if it was fake, well it was amazing. And if a dream was going to give her a chance at freedom, well then she hope it lasted for a while longer, and that she’d get to live an entire lifetime this go around.
She gave a quick smile and looked at the clock, it must’ve broken again as the red hand stopped moving, she just shrugged it off and looked back to the Khan. Who in this moment stood incredibly still, so still that it didn’t look like he was breathing, she moved to check on him but she found herself stuck as well. She was so confused at this moment. She looked up to the clock with her eyes, the only organ that wasn’t seeming to move slower than a disabled tortoise, and saw a tick. The Khan had messed up her time-dilation with a poison that was hidden in the warm meal. She didn’t know that now, but she was soon going too, as she watched and waited for seven days for the Khan to even move a muscle, and the clock to tick again after seven full days, or at least what was seven days to her.
She then watched as what felt like a full year went by before the Khan finally got up from the bed, and another by the time he left the door, and then another by the time the door opened again. She watched as overtime men dressed as surgeons walked up to her, hooked her up to special devices, and began operating on her. Though it was not as unguided as the Khan’s flaying before, it was calculated, precise, but still filled with more malice than anything else before. She sat through this thorough procedure, forced to watch with eyes that could not shut as they operated on her, and she felt each minuscule sensation. From when they began to open her open, to when they started to sew her shut, which in itself took twelve hours of their time. But to her? Five thousand eight hundred years.

A scream echoed from the pits of her soul, she wanted out of here, out of this hell. Whatever she had done before, whatever she had suffered before, it was better than what she was enduring here. Yet it would not stop, another surgery happened the next day and time was still slow, and it continued to stay slow. She began to realize that they were pumping this agent into her body through the several pipes placed all around her, they made her a vegetable who perceived time so slow, that she had lived over a hundred of her lifetimes by the end of the week. And to say that she was breaking, or rather, already broken might not have been that far off. She was prepared for death, she yearned for it, longed for it, all it would take is a single scalpel to cut across her wrist, and a few hundred years to go by.
Oh, a hundred years was so much less time now, especially when she thought about the pain she lay in every night, she thought she would get used to it after so long, but it was her mind that was undergoing the dilation issue, not her body. What made it worse though is that because of this, signals that were sent through her body have affected her in the worst of ways, whether it is from the intense depression she now laid through or the feelings of gnawing hunger and thirst that had built up over time. Oh yes, she was hungry and thirsty before, but now her mind was telling her that it had been thousands of years since her last meal. So each time she smelt the musk of a rodent, the little feet of the cockroach, or even the scent of her own flesh, she wanted to ravage.
The Khan forced her to undergo weeks and weeks of surgeries, preparing her body for the next phase of her transformation, and it was beautiful to watch it develop. While her mind produced thousands upon thousands of years of hatred and anguish, her body was starting to get ready for the transfusion, and it was absolutely beautiful. By the thirteenth week of endless surgeries, she was already placed on a gurney next to the dead corpse of her father, and he smelled rotten. His throat and intestines were still protruding from the sack it emerged from, and it was putrid, especially the one sack which still held his feces. This wasn’t just to produce more negative chakra from the female though, no, it was to do something entirely different.

Though that was yet to come, just a few operations were needed before the final surgery, but it did not matter right now. What did is that the Khan had received an invitation from the mizukage, he had requested the Khan’s presence at his office, and it sort of bothered him. Not because he was brave enough to peek into his mind, but rather he knew better than to summon him like some mongrel pup, so it must’ve been important. Locking the door to Tameri’s gate behind him, the Khan was going to begin his journey up the flight of stairs that lead him outside, passing through endless halls.
Despite each of them looking like they had come out of some form of the medieval period of Shinobi, with torches and stone being what lit the way, it was actually architecturally advanced. Air ducts had been placed all around to get the putrid smell of corpses, feces, and what other scents often lingered around those who have been festering in their own hell. Soundproof bricks also helped too, kept the screams down, granted when there were screams. Most people didn’t know it, but they spent a good majority of the time under genjutsus, given only a little bit of peace when they woke up, only to be thrust into all sorts of new hell.
His best example was Tameri’s father, who believed ten years had passed, but that was nothing more than a lie. He had been in his own psychological hell, one that told him that he attempted to kill the Mizuakge, but in reality, neither one of them did. Both of these people were innocent, they were just unfortunate victims, members of the Hoshigaki who have been fed false lives over the course of years in their sleep. The added bit about having the father killed was an accident though, but the fact that it built up the dark chakra inside the young girl only made it all the sweeter, like fresh anpans out of the oven.


By the time it took the Khan to reach the Mizukage’s office, the assistant and the Mizukage might’ve already had a moment to talk in private, something seldom had for two people of such high titles these days. But they would hear his coming, by the heavy thuds of his footsteps from beyond the door, slowly approaching like the unstoppable force that had yet to meet its immovable object. Phrases such as “My Khan!” or “My Commander!” could be heard from outside it too as Shinobi and Kunoichi alike kneeled on the ground in his presence. Not because they felt forced to, but because many of them wished to, he had oftentimes led them into victory after all.
Due to the way the Khan’s sensory worked, he was able to feel the two individuals inside the office, mainly against his will. So in a small bit of respect, the Khan knocked on the door, but he would not wait to be welcomed in. Instead, he would open the door quickly, and crouch down so that he was able to fit inside. It might’ve seen a bit funny seeing him basically kneel to the ground for a moment just to get through a door, but by the time he got through to the other side, his ten feet in height made him look like nothing short of a monster. His pure white sclera, or rather, corpse-like eyes observed the two and he nodded his head.
He had worn his infamous velvet robe, it was colored purple, and one of his hands hung inside it like a sling. The other was hanging to the side, but they were both wrapped in black bandages, a byproduct of being forced to wield the Blade of Hunger, otherwise known as Samehada, it was the same reason he already knew the two were in here together in the first place. Of course, there were other quality features to him like his beard or his scarlet flesh or even the golden crown and bead he adorned upon his head. But none of it really compared to the crusted blood that ran up and down the Khan’s frame, revealing that he had been busy shortly before arriving, and he genuinely did not even realize it. Still, even if he was to learn it, the Khan wouldn’t care. He had shown up bloody before at the Kage’s side, so why would this time be any different?
Walking forward into the Mizukage’s office, the Khan would be as gentle as possible, his footsteps often caused the ground to shake and with so much paper everywhere, well it was likely that he could make them fly about everywhere if he was careless. Which meant that these two were one of the few to ever receive some form of kindness from the Khan. Even though it wasn’t much, it showed that he respected them some, but if he had to be honest he only gave half a shit about the girl because she helped the Mizukage perform his menial task. If she had worked for the Khan, she would be put to much better use, everyone would. But the vision that the Khan had for Kirigakure was different from what the Mizukage most likely wanted.
For in the mind of the Khan, it was nothing but dark and unholy designs, ones that not even Jashin himself would produce. And the Mizukage, as far as the Khan knew, wanted a Land of Water that was at least approachable. Though if you asked the Khan, the only approach that mattered it the one they did upon their enemies, and the Khan had a plethora of ways to perform that. Just thinking about it made his constant grimace turn into a smirk for a moment, but it was hidden beneath his beard because it wasn’t something important to him.
“You summoned me, so I am here, Lord Mizukage,” The Khan said in a respectful yet firm voice. “How is it that I may serve you?”

 

[Jeriah]

A man of the watchful eye and a soothsayer of sorts, nothing went on in his homeland without him knowing. Being born of the Chinoike Clan, Isamu inherently gained the power of the legendary Ketsuryugan dojutsu. His ability to manipulate liquids with high levels of iron and capture foes in indomitable genjutsu scared even those who held the position of Mizukage before him. Within the walls of Kirigakure, it was common knowledge that his Ketsuryugan was on par with the Uchiha clan's mangekyou sharingan. To make matters worse, he also was a descendant of Ranmaru, sharing the same dojutsu as him that was able to counter Konohagakure's Hyuga clan byakugan. The red crimson orb illuminated a scarlet aura that granted Isamu abilities similar to that of the Byakugan and outclassed in many ways. His mysterious dojutsu revolves around extrasensory perception, including viewing and hearing events from vast distances and clearly seeing through obstructions. Within his arsenal, he has been granted the power to counter another's visual prowess as it can completely hinder the ability to see chakra and an individual's ability to overcome genjutsu. The power complemented his Ketsuryugan as it evolved genjutsu to another level that had not been seen in decades. Isamu was also gifted with heightened perception and analytical powers, being able to uncover and thoroughly comprehend hidden details. No one was safe from Isamu's judgment as he admitted that he could read one's innermost thoughts. Also capable of detecting changes in an individual's chakra or seeing one's life force, which he can use to predict the opponent's next move or accurately determine if someone was alive — well beyond the Byakugan's power to detect life through their active chakra networks. Already stacked in sensory and illusionary arts, the Eel King was also a follower of Jashin and was granted an immortal body after assisnating hundreds of innocent people including his parents. Isamu's power was incredibly admirable and it was no brainer why he was the Mizukage, but his most notable ability was recognizing the amazing capabilities of others. He had not challenged others' resolve and their intentions to help gain vigor but navigated and helped them gain unimaginable strength that helped Kirigakure gain a militaristic might.

With his hands folded behind his back, Isamu's silence continued to fill the room as a small part of his focus traveled miles away from his current location. Clearly seeing through obstructions, he reviewed and monitored the torture that the Khan applied to the Taremi's body. His breathing grew more and more intense as he breathed heavily and released streaks of laughter. Just like her father, Taremi lived in psychological hell, which excited the Mizukage and transformed his mood from content to cheerful. The kage's facial cheeks had separated and formed a smile that now seemed to be permanent for the rest of the day. Having already concentrated small portions of chakras into both of his eyes, Isamu tracked his assistant movements. Following both the scent of her blood and the blood flow from her body, he was able to sight the blood traveling to her legs as she closed near to the office. Upon signing the summoning contract with the Eels, Isamu offered up his body as to host home for Eels and created a symbiotic relationship with them. As the Eels had poor eyesight they made up for it by emitting weak electrical signals that they used as a radar to navigate and locate others based on their electrical pulses. Rekka's traversal of blood within her body, electrical pulses, chakra, life force, and her breath had all helped Isamu pinpoint her location. The Mizukage was a natural-born sensory ninja and was often praised for his tracking ability. Before she could knock, Isamu would have verbally invited Rekka Terumi. Adjusting his body he now faced the woman who was in charge of the hunter-nin division. While no one dared question the Chinoike's Lord's decision to appoint Rekka as captain of the hunter-nin, elders of the village did doubt his decision. Ultimately it didn't matter as Isamu ruled with an iron fist when it came to the protection of Land of Water resources. "Why Rekka? "one may have asked. The question was actually quite simple. Hunter-nins were responsible for hunting down rogue ninjas, especially those who resided in Kirigakure, and obliterating them. With her lava release style, Rekka never disappointed melting her opponent's flesh easily and hiding the secrets and precious kekkei genkai of Kirigakure. In addition, to her usefulness, the Terumi clan descendant also was a student of Isamu and she dare to him. Like Muteki, Rekka shared a synergetic relationship with Isamu and they got a lot done.

Rekka's presence grew stronger as she decreased the distance between the two. Nowhere near angelic, the bloodlust zombie greeted his assistant with a bright smile. Upon entering the room she begin shuffling through the papers that stood high on his desk and categorized the papers that were complemented and the ones that weren't. Isamu's statue-like stance only observed the kunoichi before speaking. Partially expanding his lips to begin his sentence, he abruptly stopped as his sensory abilities that helped locate Rekka now transferred over to his jonin-commander, Muteki Khan. The Mizukage observed the humongous man practically kneel in order to fit into the small office. His footsteps were softer and not as conspicuous. This gesture was not noticeable to the naked eye but symbolized the friendship that they shared. Clapping his hands together the sound bounced off the walls due to the acoustics and withholding out his right hand a stream of wind had formed behind both Rekka and Muteki closing the door behind them to shield their voices from outsiders.

"I've summoned you for an important mission that needs attention immediately. If my suspicions are correct, I believe that the tailed beast has resurfaced. I'm unsure of their location, but I'd like Rekka to send out her best trackers to gather more information on specifically the whereabouts of both Saiken and Isobu." Isamu's voice was stern yet shared a voice that was gentle. When medicated his speech was not maniac nor disorganized, allowing for the man to be an effective leader and teacher instead of a mass murderer. Pausing briefly his attention temporarily shifted to Muteki. "Once the three tails are located, I would like for you to capture and seal the beast. As the wielder of Samehada, I believe this shouldn't be a problem." The Mizukage's requests were straightforward and he soon refocused his attention on his assistant. "Your growth is exceptional Rekka, and because of this I also want you to face off against Saiken. You'll be accompanied by my other formal pupil Tsuchigumo Sumato. He will meet you by the village gates when you are ready to head out. Oh, and by the way, failure is not an option". Within an instant, the Mizukage's voice darkened and gave chills to those who had not possessed a powerful killing intent as he did. Lifting his head upwards, his hexagon-shaped hat had stopped blocking his physical features and looked at both his assistant/hunter-nin captain and his jonin commander. Isamu hoped he had not had to answer any questions but was not opposed to doing so if he had to.

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[Anoesism]

It came as no real surprise that Isamu didn’t waste the breath to respond to Rekkai’s statement. Yet still she curled a brow and pursed her lips while tidying his mess. Her hunters wouldn’t have dared leave their captain in silence - a harsh lesson they learned years past. But Isamu was not one of her hunters, and he more than possessed the strength (and thus, respect) to behave as he pleased in her presence, free of any pushback. While she was curious as to the pot from which his thoughts stewed, asking again would leave her no better than a stray pup groveling for scraps. Her pride a double edged sword, never would she lower herself.

However, her silent standoff did not last long. At the singular knock upon the door, her chin tilted lazily to keenly watch the door out of the corner of her eye. She watched the red beast of a man kneel to shuffle through the entrance with a perverse glee. There was something so curiously entertaining about the sight of this ferocious warrior having to crouch like a child to enter through a meager doorway. Much as she tried to stop it, the kunoichi couldn’t prevent the malevolent smirk that coiled at the edges of her lips. He tread lightly, carefully through the room in a placated show of respect to the Mizukage and the precarious piles of papers that would so easily be felled had he not. While an iota of respect may have been extended to her, as well, Rekkai snubbed her nose to it. She knew he did not respect her to the degree she believed he ought to. His extended mostly of her use to Isamu and no more. But in time she would prove her true strength to Muteki, just as she had to all others who doubted her before. Before long, he would see her as an equal. This she vowed.

Settling the final pile of reports she, too, crossed the room. Off to the side between the pair, she leaned her back against the wall and loosely folded her arms. And there it came: the answer to what was on Isamu’s mind - none other than the tailed beasts. Listening to his words and watching for Muteki’s reaction, her sea green gaze floated between the two until her name drew full attention back to the Mizukage. Though he wasn’t talking directly to her, Rekkai was used to his way of handing indirect orders. She gave a curt nod, “consider it done.” She tipped her head back against the wall and closed her eyes for a few moments. Faces flitted along the inside of her eyelids, seeking out the hunters best suited to tracking the beasts - and those who could deliver results post haste. Porpoise, maybe, or Manta. Squid? No, he’s still away. Tuna’s still recovering, that daft bastard. Walrus and Urchin should be available. Clam should return to base soon, and Whale… no, Whale has that other mission…

Her eyes flicked open at the sound of her name again, and it took a moment for Isamu’s earlier words to process - his speech nearly drowned in her own thoughts. Her shoulders squared back and she smirked with a nod. Oh, how good it felt to also be assigned a beast to hunt when in the presence of one who didn’t yet possess the correct level of respect. But with a single name, that smirk fell to a sneer. Tsuchigumo? Her jaw tensed. In all honestly, she couldn’t stand the guy. He was too reserved and modest, too positive and gung-ho about teamwork. With his students, he reminded her far too much of her first sensei. Quite frankly, it sickened her. The Mizukage’s speech came to a sharp close and the ebb of his murderous intent rolled over her. Her hands uncrossed and draped behind her, resting each on hilt and scabbard of the sword hanging across her back. Her own eyes sharpened, alit by the thought of blood to be had - a hunger never to be sated, amassing exponentially further by the frustrating, intrusive thoughts on her new, temporary, parasite of a “teammate”. What a joke.