Kazima Lament: In the Midst pt 2.

Circa; The Aftermath

Name:  Zeff Taka & Lady Mayu

Age: 13 / Unknown

Location: Lady Mayu’s Home

                “How is it?” Lady Mayu lifted her cup and sipped a few times from it while staring at me as I ate.

                “It is good, uhm… thank you Lady Mayu.” Shifting in my seat I stared back at her before blushing and looking away. I looked at her again before eating some more. “So Lady Mayu, you said you were going to give me something to protect me from those of my family that seek to end my existence…”

                She sipped from her cup again. “You are welcome young Zeff, and indeed I did say that-“

                “What are you going to teach me? Is it ninjutsu or genjutsu? How will that be parlayed into something I can use? How can it be something that is able to help me stay alive? What can I do to stay breathing until I can prove my innocence!?” I slammed my fists down on the table before clenching my teeth and fists before looking back at Lady Mayu. “Sorry…” I pulled my hands off the table as I looked down.

Kazima Lament: In the Midst pt.1

Circa; The Aftermath

Name:  Zeff Taka

Age: 13

Location: Genjutsu User’s Home

                “Why would they… think that I. That I would have killed my own parents!?” My hands shook in fury before I outstretched them reasoning with my hands to an imaginary family member.  “It wasn’t me! It was, that man with that grin! His grin that smirked as if knowing the pain he was causing and his excitement and pleasure from all of it!”

                “A grin? That’s not much to go on young Taka; I don’t think your fellow clan members would believe you. That alone will not save you from them, no. If you want to return home, you need to remember more…”

                Remember more…“His eyes…”

Kazima Lamentation: Black Clay Forest pt. 3

Circa; The Aftermath of the Last Great Ninja War

Name:  Zeff Taka

Age: 13

Location: Unknown (presumably the Black Clay Forest)

Sighs waking up and peering out of the cave “of course”. Staring out the sky continues to pour rain down like tears from grieving souls left alone at the village. Home.

“No, no time to dwell on how I got here. I just need to get home. I’m sure the rest of the family is worried.” Quickly tossing sand and dirt from the cave floor onto the fire, I gathered myself as I held my hands over the doused flames. I remembered the heat as I stood up and headed to the caves entrance.

“Let’s head straight and see if there is a path or road that way.”

 …

Kazima Lamentation: Black Clay Forest pt2.

Circa; The Aftermath of the Last Great Ninja War

Name:  Zeff Taka

Age: 13

Location: Unknown (presumably the Black Clay Forest)

                “I didn’t sleep much it seems” looking out the cave the rain continues to fall and I heavily sigh “Why won’t it stop? I need to get home but with the weather keeping up I won’t know the direction I am going”. Not like I know which direction lies home…

                Rolling over I placed a few large pieces of wood from the bundle onto the flaming embers, and closed my eyes to conserve myself. I would wait for the storm to pass. I found myself dwelling on what put me into this predicament; a loss I could only understand deeply in my chest.  Every time I close my eyes though I see images of my mother lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood and my father stuck to a post by several blades.

                Shuttering from the recent past I stare into the small dancing flames and curl into a ball closer to the flames. If it doesn’t stop pouring I’m going anyways tomorrow, I need to find a road and some signs. “Something. Anything… A sign for my village.”

Kazima Lament: Black Clay Forest pt1.

Circa; The Aftermath of the Last Great Ninja War

Name:  Zeff Taka

Age: 13

Location: Unknown (presumably the Black Clay Forest)

                “What?” groaning before sitting up against the large rock behind me. Carefully I look around, and then it became clear to me why I was asleep on the earth. Not far from where I laid and now sat up was an entrance to a cave that I was in. Outside the cave’s entrance sheets of rain poured from the sky. Cool wind swept into the cave and brought forth shivers and coldness to my bones.

                Removing my sandals and my jacket and it’s under shirt I ventured out of the cave and started to gather firewood.  Where am I? I picked up bundles of sticks and logs, as many as I could in the cold pouring rain before clambering back into the black walled cave.  “How did it go again?” I stacked some of the sticks and large pieces together and kept several others off to the side. Performing hand seals I then held my two hands out and pushed forth energy from inside until a small swirl of both air and flame were produced between my hands. The wind and fire coursed over the stack of wood until it started to catch fire.

                Huddling against the rock I fell to sleep again, now warm by the fire. I felt safe… despite being lost and unsure where home may lie. Rest is what I needed. Rest…

Kazima Lament: Backstory

Back-story:

Circa; The Last Great Ninja War

Name:  Zeff Taka

Age: 13

                The Last Great Ninja War pitted previously peaceful Ninja clans, villages and even countries against one another. The title of the war as such is a misnomer as many non -ninja units took to the fields and the war devastated all manners of classes and ranks. When the war came to the small Takane village it like everywhere else brought destruction and sorrow in its wake.  During this time Zeff, who had recently been indoctrinated as a ranked ninja into the family school of nin-jitsu. However having been in training for only a few years he was relegated to protecting the non-combatants of the village.

                Zeff having left the shelter after hearing his mother scream he returned to his family’s house to find tit half destroyed and his mother and father in shambles. Their blood was everywhere when the fire in his home broke out and he left the building in a daze then wandered out of the village. Days went by and the villagers assumed he was dead but after cleaning up and burning all the bodies his was nowhere to be found. They placed the blame on Zeff; already a black sheep of the family and considered him  traitor and marked him to be hunted and killed for killing his parents.