The hospital with an Akatsuki

The male sat in the room, awaiting the man's awakening. He read a scroll that covered puppetry theory and technical stance. He had read this ten times over already, but had nothing with him to read. The medics had healed him new, but used chakra to keep him asleep during the process. They said that once he woke up he would have to stay in bed for a day or two before being completely ok.

His right arm rested against his chest, clutching his prized possession, a necklace, from his past, which he always kept, his left arm resting at his side. He dreamed of his past, eleven years before this time, his eyes shut, not moving a muscle, his breathing still going. His past began to flash through his dreams, up to the annihilation of his clan, flinching some, then calmed down a few moments after.

As the man flinched so did the male sitting next to him. Wondering what he was thinking, he went back to his scroll.

He sat up with great haste, his eyes opening immediately, breathing a bit heavily with the movement, the letting down a small sigh, looking around the room with one of his eyes, his right eye covered in a bandage, then noticing the Shinobi next to him, "Where am i?" he said softly, trying not to strain himself again.

"You are in the hospital of the Hidden Cloud. I brought you here after you passed out." The boy said softly, as if his voice would startle the man if it were too loud. The boy then gazed at the bandage over the man's right ocular curiously.

"So i am..." he said softly, twirling his legs from the blankets of the bed, facing the opposite way of the Chunin, "This is the second time I've been in a hospital now..." he said quietly, moving his left palm to his shoulder, feeling the pain back then.

"What happened the first time? If you don't mind me asking?" Kugo asked politely.

"I'll tell you, i guess..." he leaned back, looking up at the ceiling above them, "It was Ten years ago, on the day of the attack..." he said, closing his left eye some, then sighed lightly.

"Attack...?" Kugo whispered, completely absorbed in the story he was about to be told.

"You want to listen to the entire story?" he asked, looking to the chunin behind him.

"If you don't mind, sir." He said, almost awestruck.

He let down a small sigh, "I hope this won't push my chakra..." he said softly, forming various hand seals in perfect formation, "Ninja Art; Shinobi Memory" he said softly, the array of the area turning to a black mist, showing nothing except each other, his body falling back on the bed, unconscious. His spiritual form, his normal structure with eight angel-like wings show, sitting in the middle of the black mist, beginning to glow with a dim white light.

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Name: Ninja Art; Shinobi Memory
Rank: B
Type: Genjutsu
Description: Ninja Art; Shinobi Memory is utilized by the missing ninja, Toshiro Kazura. With his skill in the art of Genjutsu, he can use this to show his memories from all parts of his past, including several memories of his terrifying clan destruction. A black mist envelopes the area, showing nothing but darkness at first, then showing the memories by Toshiro falling into an unconscious state of mind, allowing him full access to his memory, then his spiritual form taking place in the center, protecting the genjutsu from being released by an outside force.

The male looked at the angelic form wide-eyed. He had never seen anything so spectacular, and all he could do was make puppets dance! He gazed at the angel unblinking until it hurt, blinking only once and going back to gazing, waiting for something to happen.

The formation of the spiritual form became invisible, the scene turning to a bright sunny day in the village hidden under the moon. Houses were painted in a crimson and bright colors, the front of the houses had a large symbol above their doorway, in the shape of a dragon curling around three swords in the middle. The scene is around both of the people in the room, oblivious to the outside people, because of the Genjutsu. Flashes of the sun arises above the area, shining against the rooftops of the clan houses, a giant sign at the edge of a great wall, surrounding the area, with letters that spell out, "Kazura Clan Households" in giant letters across the entire board.

The boy gazed longingly at such a peaceful place, remembering the fights he had gotten into, wondering if they felt the pain just like the Cloud, they sure looked more peaceful. He also wondered what would happen next to injure such a great man.

The scene turns black for a moment, then turning to the Night-scene of the houses, the view from high-above the ground. From out in the distance came hundreds of running shinobi from another village, heading towards the clan wall, which was over 100' thick with chakra flowing through it, also made of a tough steel. A blast of a powerful Ninjutsu and Taijutsu blasted through the wall of the clan, the shinobi forming a line across the inside of the wall, looking towards the clan houses, keeping it silent until the guards came to the wall, the shinobi invisible. Moments later, the guards are lying on the ground, pierces through the armor, great and terrible screams are heard from even the farthest part of the housing ring.

Kugo still just sat there and watched, horrified. How could anyone do this? For power? Money? out of fear? Loyalty? What?

The scene turned to the warriors, they all had armor, made of the toughest steel they could find, swords raised, and war cries heard. One of them stepped forward from the crowd, charging a massive surge of chakra, then firing at the nearest house, the wind around it coursing with energy and power. As the chakra impacted on the house, a massive explosion took place, awakening hundreds of the members of the clan, looking at the mushroom cloud that was created. Many of the warriors ran towards every house, swords raised. Yet one of the Kazura appeared on one of the roof tops, looking at the invasion of his clan, with one of his eyes covered in a bandage, the left side of it a bit red, mostly dried up blood.

"Is that...?" Kugo asked in disbelief. No it couldn't be.

The man atop of the roof swept down, a giant 9' blade in his right palm, aiming towards the enemies below, a blast of white chakra blazing across the metal, ready to strike as a blast of lightning surged onto the chest of the man, sending him through the wall of the house. A figure steps forward, a large form of steam raising off it's arms, wearing a large cloak. The bloodshed continues throughout the area. The man inside charges out of the house, aiming at speeds not even the attackers could match, blood flying everywhere with a flash of his embodiment going throughout the area, aiming towards the shaded shinobi.

"Interesting...So this is how they fought back then." Kugo said to himself.

Chakra aroused the unknown attacker as the blade ripped through the side of the shaded male, the man wielding it stopped ten feet away, the blade at his side, blood flowing down the crystallized metal of it. The man's face showed slightly, looking like Toshiro's face now, but much older. The man looked back at the attacker, falling to the ground in death, then he set out to the other parts of the clan, to try and stop the onslaught of his clan. Swords were raised, blood was spilling at every corner, people dying on the spot of any trouble. This was massive bloodshed on one clan, the most he had ever had to face.

The male just sat there, disgusted with what he was seeing. This made no sense, how could this happen? It was so peaceful just a few hours before....The kind of place Kugo dreamed of...And now It was the place of Kugo's nightmares.

A wave of power swept through the invisible angel, making it able to hear what the people are saying now. The man swept past through hundreds of intruders, blood spilling everywhere, "Your not welcome here! This is my home!" the man shouted, "I will protect it with my life!" as he smashed through every intruder he came across. Hundreds of arrows struck forwards, the sword in the man's palm blocking most of them, many of them hit his arms and legs, making them bleed lightly. The man continued to move forward, one attacker, one of the most powerful stepped up, grabbing the man's neck with his right palm, his armor blocking the hit of the sword, tossing it aside, "How noble of you..." he said, "Yet so futile..." tossing the man to the ground, then kicking the man into the wall behind him.

Kugo gasped slightly....The sounds just made it all that more horrifying to him. Yet it was so interesting.