Nocturn of Shadow -[Private Fight - No Kill]

Time. The line of everlasting existence through events and history? Or was it something more? Fact was, time was not something that could truthfully be explained by anyone. It was infinite. Just like the mysteries it held deep within its roots. Many thought of time as a way to recognize the present...Others believed it to be so much more. A force beyond comprehension doing its work unintentionally and perfectly all at once. The stubborn existence of organization that held the past within a seal. The bringer of the future and the giver of the present. Some believed time to be a god all itself, invisible to the naked eye and unheard through religion. It very well could have been. When phrases are shouted out like ‘we are out of time!’ or ‘Times up.’ To some they are just phrases, to others they are tribute to the all mighty god of time. Whoever it may be weather it was real or not. Or perhaps…for something to be real one must simply believe it to be real? Faith was a powerful substance in many cultures throughout history.

Consisting side by side with time was the gift of memories. A function of history stored within the subconscious of ones mind throughout the period of their lives. Of course…there were always memories better left forgotten. Despite the fact memories would always eventually be forgotten in the downward spiral called time. The memories of the past, of those before us. Never told from the beholder but often from the witness. Stories and legends passed down generation to generation but with each generation only losing more and more of the truth as the line between reality and fantasy grows ever so thinner. It was the same with the beings that traveled the world. Over time ones blood does not strengthen. It weakens. If one were to make a copy, of a copy, of a copy it would not come out stronger. But weaker. This has always been true. The memories that held the truth where lost…forgotten In time.

At this time...Sparda was looking for someone. Someone he had lost recently. It was true, Sparda was indeed a extremely lonesome person. He had no true family, not anymore. No allies, no teammates. No friends...none except for one. And she had run away from the village not to long ago. The only friend he had within his own clan was a girl named Vaati...they shared many of the same traits. Especially their ability to create powerful custom jutsu based off their Keki Genkai that allowed them to bond easily. They often shared techniques...but then she suddenly vanished. Now here he was...a new member of the ANBU black ops sent to hunt her down. But how could he? Sparda knew he could never bring himself to kill probably one of the most important people who had entered his life...even if she had been corrupted.

As he entered the Land of Rain, wearing his custom ANBU uniform. He stared ahead from behind that mask of his and sighed. He could sense her presence here...she was close...Sparda slipped his hands into his pocket and moved on, it was going to be an interesting day...