Post by Opticzl on Jun 5, 2013 19:50:46 GMT -5
Am I even normal?
Sometimes, when one has abilities, skills, or even a different appearance to another. They are generally criticized by the majority that don't possess something unique. And even when a group of such beings come together, they still criticize the unique of their own. Some are prodigies in their fields, others are the scum at the bottom of the barrel. Some are considered freaks or saints. Everybody's mind was always changing to stick with the majority. However, some decide to show that even the least skilled, or the least able, or the least "normal" can easily cause a difference as a prodigy could. That was Raijin's way of thinking, that was his motive, to prove to his brother in the heaven's that he could establish his name in the world without hatred or betrayal, and be the one that can bring honor to his half dead clan. Raijin believes that the great leave many "useless" things behind, things that can easily be utilized to surpass others in a heartbeat. And that by picking up those said pieces, one can have the power to overcome any challenge, as long as they are able to connect the pieces. Sadly, however, it was all just false motivation, something to keep the lowers to do their best and the higher-ups to keep up what they're already doing.
The moon was half full as it broke the horizon, creating an eerie, yet calming light to bounce off the night time ocean which surrounded this island. However, it did not take long until clouds started to dance across the sky, creating a grim, depressing atmosphere at this time of night. A young man, Raijin Hayate, was sitting, leaning against a tree, watching the water out in front of him. He watched as the waves danced and crashed against boulders and sand meters in front of him. The wind gave a gentle, tropical breeze which covered the boy in temporary heat, before blowing away deeper in land. The box looked down at his hands which held a necklace in the center of the palm. The pendant, shining brightly periodically as the patches of the moonlight hit against the smooth metal of the pendant, being the Hayate clan's insignia. The boy closed his eyes and tightened his fist around the necklace. He always wondered to himself, why would a pariah, an outcast, a beast try to surpass those whose skill clearly outmatch his? The answer was always the same; The pariah is always destined to surpass it's peers. Little to the boy's knowledge, the pariah generally dies trying throughout history. And generally, the pariahs tend to look up to some of the most hated beings in history. Which was true, in Raijin's case. For he looked up to his ancestors a hundred years ago. Through tales and legends, the clan symbolized them as traitors, and pariahs, tales of them nearly wiping out the clan and tarnishing the clan's name. One would wonder, why look up to the worst of the worst while they were trying to honor their clan, whose name said people have tarnished?
The answer is very simple; If they did what they did to cause the clan to become infamous, one can easily take equal steps to either undermine or glorify the same clan. The monsters of legends, whose tales tell of powerful martial arts users who only wanted bloodlust and wanton destruction, could easily be balanced out by another who seeks to undo the scars that they have caused. To undo the acts of a monster, one must think like a beast, a demon, in order to bring honor to a clan once thought to be saint-like in past tales and legends. And if those few people were able to gain such power as the legends tell, then why can't another easily gain said power? That is what motivates Raijin to strive to raise the clan from it's past scars. He is aware however, that the outcome can lead to being treated just as his ancestors did years ago.
Raijin opened his eyes once again and stood up, dusting the sand off of his black and white blazer. Raijin stood in a lax yet strong manner. The breeze flew by as he let out a small cough. According to his map that he had obtained on Karate Island, he was on Dance Island. Dance Island was a calm island but Raijin had also heard stories of a king that marked his territory along the northern part of the island. He had heard that the king forced his people to unnecessary labor. Dictatorship was very much common in the north part of the kingdom, segregation was also quite common to the north of Dance Island. Raijin had heard that the king resided in a large castle made of stone and was almost impenetrable due to the fact that the castle had over two hundred guards that were trained to defend the king at all times. However, Raijin's main goal was not to cause havoc but steal the throne that the king sat on at almost all times. Though, stealing a throne in a castle guarded by two hundred men wasn't the easiest of tasks for a young lad like Raijin. The sandy part of the beach extended on for only a mere two hundred meters. What could be spotted not far away was a large town that looked like it mainly consisted of wine breweries, it also looked to be a home of many bars, many merchants had setup small shops beside the breweries and bars. Raijin spotted a developing element of disorderly conduct within the town, especially beside the bars and due to the fact it was night, there was a bunch of drunks sitting beside the bars, laughing, drinking and overall having fun, though, Raijin thought it must have disturbed the people who were trying to sleep. More than 3/4 of the drunks seemed to be stupor, Raijin presumed it was not rare to see criminal behaviour in front of the citizens eyes.
Raijin changed his mode from lax to alert. He put on a fake grin and walked down a hill, heading towards the bar.