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| - Among the barren hillsides, a figure stood solemnly. He existed with a strange sense of ecstasy surrounding him; as if he enjoyed the solitude. A slight whistle echoed in the winds, as they picked up and danced around him like flies in the midnight around a white light. The man's name? Few knew it, and those who did, were probably dead. But he was known far and wide, within the depths of darkness, a madness that has frozen in all of time, the insanity regarded as Tōya Santōshi.
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| - Among the barren hillsides, a figure stood solemnly. He existed with a strange sense of ecstasy surrounding him; as if he enjoyed the solitude. A slight whistle echoed in the winds, as they picked up and danced around him like flies in the midnight around a white light. The man's name? Few knew it, and those who did, were probably dead. But he was known far and wide, within the depths of darkness, a madness that has frozen in all of time, the insanity regarded as Tōya Santōshi. He appeared to be a skeletal man, no real physically defining features that could be shown underneath his toe-length navy mantle. Aside from this, the man's facial structure was quite sharp; his jawline pronounced through a constant grin, it shifted...he had sensed something, something so perplex that even he could not identify it correctly. He attempted to use his unique breathing method; as a means to lure closer this strange presence that loomed, but he was unsuccessful. The...energy...that was being released was unorthodox, unconventional by the standards of mortals and Shinobi alike. And though he was unsure, Tōya felt something...closer to the grip of death than he could have ever imagined. Glimpses of crimson lashed at the superior of Sorane. “I’ll be taking the first leave then.” It spoke in an unwavering tone that preached of nothingness. The terrific stitched smile never left the mask of the unknown and often referred as he by the recruited members of his organization. He whom is nonexistent in the world of living chanted the words to travel closer to the locked target, the last recruit. He whom is the mysterious creature of the growing threat is renowned as Shihakushi. The heatless, blue flames engulfed around the masked creature that breached through them. He disliked traveling in this manner. But no choice left it had to be done. The thick restless atmosphere darkened as Shihakushi paced forward into the provided shadows. “Sagiso, follow the trails that the insatiable desires of us has left. It will lead you to the recruit.” “We’ve something interesting in our catch, ya know Shiha-kun.” The slim thin creature said as it nestled around the neck of the masked. “He reminded me of yar mask and his desires are… indescribable.” “Then let us see if he can overthrow the spirit that sinks into his mind. It, who can possess a soul like a little doll. Bring me the proof that you can win over your own insanity. If not… your soul will become ours, mine.” His tone of nothingness now filled with excitement. He had found an interesting toy and Shihakushi wouldn’t allow any failure in the first test.
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