Ozarami Mizuumi, The Red River

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Red River is a secret area in Hidden rain, created by me. In Mizuumi's storyline, there will be allusions to an particularly important event that hapenned there, which gave Mizuumi the nick name of: Mizuumi of the red river. Something ocurred there, something big.

THis is an everything-thread
Training
Storyline
Random Events, whatever

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???: Aaaaah!!

--The blue, viscous looking blade passed right through the pink, soft flesh of the man facing the attacker. Although it looked like water, the sword was solid and as keen as a brand new, sharpened katana. It created an deep, red opening in the man’s shoulder and a river of crimson liquid came out of it.—

Sliced-Man: AARRGGHHH!!!

Man-who-seems-to-be-the-leader: A sword made of water, and which can slice an uncaring man’s arm in lass than a second, there’s no doubt about it. He is definitely Mizuumi, of the red river.

Mizuumi: So are you done already, or must I cut down the few of you filthy bandits who are still alive??

Bandit#1: He, he’s a demon, what should we do? What the hell should we do??

Bandit Leader: Attack him, all at once, he shouldn’t be able to deal with you all!

--There were 5 of them, 6 including the leader. They were about 16 to 21 year old, maximum, some were small and cocky, only one of them was rather big and seemed strong to Mizuu. The boy smiled while looking around him, staring into each one of the burglars’ eyes. They were laughing and ready to charge, but it was already too late, they were all caught in his trap.--

--Mizuumi was melting; he was just becoming an inconsistent puddle of water, which the dry sand of the road drank entirely. Another puddle of water appeared not far from there and Mizuumi emerged from it. One of the bandits rushed and sliced him in half. All that came out was strange, sticky water. After a moment, Mizuumi reformed himself and water just formed a brand new, unharmed ninja.--

Bandit#3: What the hell?! What is he??!

--Another puddle appeared not so far from one of the bandits. One more Mizuu appeared out of water transforming itself. Suddenly, the thugs were facing a complete gang of Mizuumi, it was impossible to tell which one was the real. They were all talking at the same time, with the same tone, same voice. Everything was perfectly similar.--

Mizuumi: You guys are trapped into my haunted house now. I do whatever I wish with you. If you try to run away, I will let you live, if you try to fight back, the only thing that awaits you, is a bloody, violent, sadistic death. So what do you chose?

--The gang looked at themselves alternatively. Without even consulting, they all took off on the opposite way Mizuumi was heading, hopefully for them, we presume they didn’t want to meet Mizuumi of the red river on the road once again.—

Mizuumi: What a loss of time. I have to get into Konoha as soon as possible, I’m starving and can’t wait to see uncle and Kaishi… Kaishi, I wonder who’s stronger now…

--Mizuumi was standing there in the middle of nowhere, his clones were all gone, it was only an illusion created by a genjutsu technique. It always worked to take care of stupid bandits. He was now in front of the big doors giving into Konoha village. All he needed to do now was run to his uncle’s house and meet them there. After dinner, he would finally have the fight he trained for since he was gone, the fight against his cousin, Kaishi.--

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Mizuumi: Aaaaah! Feels good to be home!

--Mizuu looked around to see if any town guards would come to him to identify him. The two chuunins usually in charge of the gate were still in their little gazebo, but as usual, sleeping tight. He thought for a second, should he fake something to wake them up, or just let them dream about their probably perverted fantasies.—

Mizuumi: Hmm, yeah, better let them sleep…

--After his little stop in front of the guard post, the rain ninja followed his path along the road. He passed on the main street in front of many new genins training their bunshin and kawarimi skills. He remembered himself at that time, and his training was a lot more rude. Hidden rain village was known for their radical methods to train their shinobis into blood drinking sadists. Although they did brutalise Mizuumi a lot, he didn’t become quite the sadistic shinobi they would’ve liked him to, but he sure as hell can kill anyone without remorse, only, he doesn’t like to stain his clothes.--

--After going by the ramen shop and book shop, he was in the poor residential area. Passing in front of abandoned kids and guys who thought they were badass thugs. They threw some electric looks at Mizuumi, as if they were trying to scare him. He winked at the biggest of them and didn’t stop walking. Not a single one of the bums even attempted to move, afraid that he would turn around and take care of them.--

--Finally, he arrived in some little secluded woods, still in the walls of Konoha, but it was left away from the center of the village, where all the action took place. Mizuumi always preferred hanging in the streets, having some little gang fights, he and his friends always rumbled trouble in the poor district, always fighting every gang that tried to make their own laws. One day, Mizuumi got jumped, the day after, the gang that jumped him got assaulted by Mizuumi’s whole group, as a revenge for jumping him.--

--Kaishi, on another hand, preferred staying in the little secluded woods where he and his father decided to live, this side of the Ozarami family had always been calmer and wiser than Mizuumi’s side.--

--Mizuu found the old little house he used to live in with his uncle and cousin. Nothing had changed, maybe some trees grew a bit bigger, but the difference was benign. He was finally home, after all that happened, he was back. Relieved to be home again, he smiled and walked to the door. It had been so long now that he couldn’t just enter and do as if nothing happened, after all, he DID leave for a reason.—

Mizuumi: Uncle! I’m back *Knock Knock* It’s me, Mizuumi!

--Nothing. No answers, no single movement, it was unusual for his uncle not to be home.--

Mizuumi: Kaishi-San?? Kaishi! Are you there??

--Kaishi wasn’t home either, something was not right, he grabbed the handle and his hands started shaking, he was stressed. What happened, what if both left Konoha and forgot about him, or what if… He turned the handle and pushed the door. His first time terrified him, the whole room was bloody, the walls, the floor, even the ceiling was covered will blood splats.--

Mizuumi: What the hell happened here?

--Mizuumi followed a track made with blood, it led directly into his uncle’s bedroom. The door was shut, but not locked. He opened the door and stayed frozen. He could believe what he was seeing. His whole body started trembling in fear and rage. He fell on his knees, still looking at the horrible scene, a terrible painting immortalized in the room.--

--The old man was laying face down on his bed with two swords stabbed in his back, the whole room was filled with blood and the blankets were entirely red. Nothing moved, not even Mizuumi, all he could do was think, and even then, he had trouble.--

Mizuumi: Who did that… Ju-Just who in hell can do this, to such a man, and such a strong shinobi. Wh-What in hell is happening… Wh-Why, why would that happen. It’s… Impossible… KAISHI!?!

--For a moment he thought about Kaishi, was he dead too. He started running everywhere in the house, trying to find his cousin. After a moment of blind rage, he noticed Kaishi’s belongings were gone, so he probably ran away when his father had been killed. Mizuumi didn’t know to do now, his only fear was that Kaishi wouldn’t come back, he didn’t want to travel everywhere to find him.—

Mizuumi: Dammit Kaishi!! You’d better come back!! We’ve got things to settle!!

--He stopped shouting, he knew it was useless, instead of waiting there for something happen, he went to Mr. Ozarami’s room and took the swords out of is body. It had been a while already since no blood came out of the wounds, the body was dry and even the decomposition already started. Blood and dead corpse wasn’t something disgusting for Mizuumi. He brought the dead body outside and started digging a hole. This man was worth of a decent burial in front of the house he had always protected until now.--

--It took a while to dig a hole big enough but the boy managed. He placed his uncle’s corpse in it and started throwing earth back in there. When he was done, he did a cross with two branches and placed them where Mr. Ozarami’s head was in the hole.--

Mizuumi: Farewell, uncle…

--Mizuumi Kneeled in front of the cross and shut his eyes, he honoured the memory of this great man, and strong shinobi, who had always given all he could for Kaishi and Mizuumi.--