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PostSubject: Initiation   Tue Mar 12, 2013 8:56 pm

So this was the day that he would finally get the chance to prove himself. Here it was either pass or fail for Jacabo to finally be initiated into the clan. It was a tough ride in all honety and in his heart was racing. Make himself proud here is what he wished to do, not just those around him. The one thing that Jacabo couldn't get a handle on was what the test would consist of. He heard all sorts of rumors on what it could be and what it would be. Nobody was capable however of telling him what exactly would happen. Just that it varied from person to person and at the end it woudl just boil down to the type of person you were. So here he stood, waiting for someone to show up and begin to begin the next chapter of his life. The day where he no longer had to wait on others to do this for him would be a great one indeed.
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PostSubject: Re: Initiation   Thu Mar 14, 2013 10:55 am

'Sigh... It looks like it was going to be one of these days' thought the young Konpaku Clan Head. His body lurching up from it's resting place before his hands instinctively went to his face. He had two clan initiations to do today and it seemed like his body truly didn't want to go through this. He could still feel the aches and pains of his own initiation and some days he could even see his sensei's dying smile flashing through his nightmares and day terrors. He was getting better but it seemed like the visions weren't going to pass anytime soon.

Moving throughout his day with a labored gait he approved the clans temple with a sense of dread. The first initiation that he presided over he was somewhat worried he would mess it up, not only would that cause the young konpaku who he was testing to fail but he might even offend his patron god. Sighing once more he stepped into the forum of the temple and noticed the ring of Cardinals seated in the upper dais watching the young male in the center. Looking at the boy he noticed it was young Jacabo, the boy he had met a few weeks ago in front of the compound along with a small group of others. Not having seen the boy in awhile he couldn't tell if he was surprised or not that the plan had actually gone through fruition, but alas that wasn't why they were here.

Stopping in front of the boy under the gazes of the various cardinals he was actually standing in front of where the future pope would look down upon, kind of ironic since he had heard from the cardinals that the boy aspired to be pope one day. "You ready for this...?" he asked the boy calmly, masking his own feeling of apprehension. He could already see the Cardinals preparing the containment barrier as he himself went through the handseals necessary to begin the ritual.

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Iight so for the sake of story and not ooc bs were gonna pretend like we already have the compound because like stated IC the deal worked and no one was being dickheads. So just go with the flow and by the end of today or tomorrow you could be a fully accepted Konpaku.

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PostSubject: Re: Initiation   Thu Mar 14, 2013 5:51 pm

The best way he could describe it is to say that he felt like an ant. It was a feeling of dread when people looked down at you. It was even worse when there was alot on the line. Just imagine what it was like during the biggest game of the year to sports stars. Only they weren't used too what they were put into at the moment. Jacaob couldn't describe the fear he was feeling at the moment in words. He was a small child, barely into his teenage years, standing before the hierarchy of the clan in what could very well be the most important moment of his life. He could barely be outspoken in front of a group of people. Much less preform, properly when being face to face with a group that he could arguably say was his idols. Most of all however he could say, what frightened him was the unknown. Not knowing what to expect burned a primal fear into his state of being. No matter how much tough guy attitude he pretended to take on there was no hiding it. It was obvious as he avoided extended direct eye contact those who were above him.

The way he shifted his position constantly as if his discomfort was physical and not psychological. No matter this was something he just had to push past, and try not to fight against. The paranoia was beginning to get at him however. With each passing moment, his increasing heart rate became more obvious to him. His shallow breathing became louder. A cold sweat broke out over his head, and while he would never admit it to himself he was shaking. "Need to calm down need to stop." Jacabo whispered to himself as he tried to stop his body from going off on it's own little riot. Started taking deep breathes to try and calm himself down before he heard a voice above him. Asking if he was ready for this. A quick glance up would reveal it to be the Konpaku that he met earlier at the clan's compound the night it was purchased.

He seemed so calm at the moment, though Jacabo himself wasn't exactly skilled at reading peoples actual emotions. Taking one final deep breath, calming his nerves and finally getting his shaking somewhat under control Jacabo looked up at the fellow Konpaku and attempted his best to hide the fear. "Yea, about as ready as I'll ever be." With that Jacabo would nod one final time before awaiting the start of the trial.
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PostSubject: Re: Initiation   Thu Mar 14, 2013 10:13 pm

Chuckling softly to dispel any last minute doubts he finished gathering his chakra before biting his thumb and slamming it down on the floor. Now note before we continue that this isn't your usual summoning ritual. There was no smoke, no fancy jutsu calling, hell there weren't even handseals, but by being in the room and not being used to the presence of a god one could feel... a little underwhelmed. It was as if the entire room were dipped into a deep freezer, the hot air exhaled by many of the elders clouding up in front of them as Kuro himself sagged a bit under the pressure of his patron god. Slowly a figure began to filter into view, as though he were brought into focus not really there but undeniably present at the same time. He shimmered there for awhile accompanied by a few spirits who simply earned parole or were floating around the compound and were drawn in by the Shinigami's commanding presence.

The god observed his subjects, the men and women who were the descendants of the children who originally came to him, pleading for a better life. Over the years he had watched over and administered a fair share of trials and it seemed that today was no different. Grasping the heavy rosary beads on his wrist he observed the boy who was standing nervously before him, taking a keen eye at the boys on spirit, it blazing slightly to show his unwavering faith. The god smiled at this, a true believer, a pope in the making. He would keep an eye on this boy for sure, but alas he finally turned to the sworn leader of his followers, the young male kneeling before him with his arm crossed over his chest and his head bowed.

"Rise my son..." commanded the god with barely a whisper, yet his voice carried unbelievable amounts of power and knowledge. His voice brought a shiver down Kuro's spine as the gravely tone itched his ear drums before flowing away in the wind. He could idly hear more members of the clan approaching, obviously drawn by their gods spiritual presence. Upon arriving many would bow before him if only to show great praise to the being before taking more seats around the forum just to observe, it was rare enough that the god actually answered the call of a summoning, even rarer that he answered one pertaining to a initiation ritual. "My god Shinigami, I have called upon you this morning if only to judge the soul and worthiness of this young man before us. Should he pass the following trials I ask that you watch him closely as he grows older in the light of your faith and that is unwavering resolve serve only the greater prosperity of the clan itself."

The god nodded in understanding and agreement as Kuro finally turned back to the boy with a grim smile, "Jacabo Konpaku, Son of Fellow Konpaku brothers and sisters. You stand before me, the cardinals, your fellow brethren and our Patron god, so that you may be judged of worthiness to join the full brotherhood of our society. Know that this is not an easy task, nor is it one that should be taken with apprehension. Every task is different and every result is even further from the other. May you soul stay unwavering throughout the process and soon you may find yourself welcomed into the arms of your father. Prepare yourself my clansmen, for this is your initiation ceremony".

He stopped talking for a moment if only to allow the words to sink in before stepping over to a dais that laid a roll of cloth. Unfurling it he pulled out a seemingly ethereal dagger that shimmered with spiritual energy. The dagger itself was curved in a very lax S shape. The hilt was carved from exquisite ivory and had a ruby lain within it's hilt. The blade was heavily serrated obviously used to cause more pain than was possible by a normal blade. Brandishing the blade, he stalked carefully towards the boy, feeling the eyes of his god and of the other members on his back before taking the knife and swiping it across his wrist. The skin parted easily spilling forth in bright red rivers as he held his arm firm showing his unwavering determination. Holding the blade out to the boy he gave him a small yet unnoticeable pained smile. "It is decided by our god that to pass your trial you must match cuts until one or both of us are dead. Seeing as I have made the first cut is your turn to pass blade over your flesh".

As he said this he could feel the blood flowing more steadily than it had before, almost causing him to wince but he knew he would not falter here, he would sooner die than let his god be disappointed in his faith.

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PostSubject: Re: Initiation   Fri Mar 15, 2013 4:54 pm

Jacabo's words would be the final ones said before the trial began. Biting his hand, the leader of the clan slammed his hand down. However there was no sudden immediate reaction. Was that some sort of way to signify the start of the trials, or had he just botched something? Maybe if the young man was a tad more patient he would have understood what was truly happening. The temperature int he room plummeted at an alarming rate. So suddenly, it fell from a comfortable climate to one so close Jacabo found himself shivering. Hell he was so cold that he could see the air in front of his after each breath. Looking up and around he saw something similar occur from each of the elders around him. This was not some sort of localized affect that was only taking place down by him. It was blanketing the entire room in this freezing climate but why, and how was this possible. What kind of jutsu did Kuro just use to have such a drastic effect on the atmosphere of the testing grounds. Soon however he would understand that it was not a simple jutsu. This was some far more amazing, something for Jacabo felt he would never have the prestigious honor of witnessing every again in his life. At first there was nothing but pure confusion as the image began to shimmer in and out of view. The air around Jacabo began to feel tense. All that mental preparation he just did to try and get himself ready for what he was about to experience was suddenly thrown down the drain as the ghostly image finally completed.

He couldn't believe it, as if a true believer could ever accept that their god would appear before them. No matter what the circumstance the young man would be awe-struck. Could this be some sort of visual trick. In all honesty he condemned this sort of thinking within his mind. There was no place for thoughts like that when the shinigami was before you as a Konpaku. However the shinobi in him screamed to question him, the Konpaku side was screaming to silence that end of his brain. In all honesty he was more focused on the Konpaku side, for in his mind he was a Konpaku first and a shinboi second at this point in his life. What little doubt existed in his mind was quickly expunged when they spoke to Kuro however. Jacabo looked on as the leader of the clan was told to rise, and he himself then fell to his knees. He was so awestruck that he didn't have words for what this was to him. This was more than a child meeting their idol, literally and figuratively this was a child meeting their God. The presence was overbearing, and he found himself having some trouble breathing. However this was more likely due to his own problems, not an actual effect of being near the shinigami. Kuro would move things along by talking to Jacabo about how this was his initiation ceremony. To prepare himself for a trial that would by no means be considered easy.

However he felt invigorated, by the presence of the shinigami. He would not disappoint for in his mind that would be unforgivable. Jacabo remained there, knelt before those looking at him awaiting the start of the trial. For that he would only have to wait a few more moments, as Kuro went and obtained what appeared to be a ceremonial blade. The blade itself looked like it was from the spirit plain. It did not appear to be one that was for battle, if more so for causing a large amount of pain. More like a ceremonial blade for situations like this. With that being around all he could do was take a deep breathe and gulp and wad of fear down to his stomach. Probably a bad idea as he felt it lurch forward in his abdomen, but he would not allow it to escape. It would remain there until the end of this trial. He looked on as Kuro cut himself on the wrist with the blade. Blood began to run from his hand, as in disbelief Jacabo awaited his instructions. They were for lack of a better word, unbelievable. Him and Kuro would match cut for cut until one or both of them were dead. An ultimate test of faith in the physical and mental spectrum. Only the most devoted would mutilate themselves for their God, and this was a test to see if he was indeed that. Jacabo did not hesitate to take the blade from Kuro's arms.

He would have said something, but words seemed to be locked in his throat and did not wish to escape. However there was still that human primal instinct that refused to allow you to bring harm to yourself. He needed to go against that, and come out on top now. He took long deep breathes as he put the blade to his wrist, and pressed against it. It was no doubt incredibly sharp as this light touch had split his skin already. Alright now to calm down, it was going to hurt there was no way around that. However dragging it out would be foolish, he needed to make a quick clean cut to match Kuro's or else. This was easier said in your head than done, as Jacabo tried to make the cut. His conscious mind allowed it, his subconscious mind fought against it, and instead of a quick motion like he hoped, it was slow and dragged along his wrist. It didn't do much more damage to his wrist than it had to Kuro's but more than likely it was far more painful. It was if he felt every cell on his wrist split open, and now the blood began to leak from it. The entire time his face showed that of one in pain, and upon completion of the cut he held the blade back up to Kuro. "I will not dissappoint. It is your turn, sir." He sounded in pain while he said it, but he push through the pain. This is what it took to become a true Konpaku to prove that one was a true believer. He would die for this right, and gladly die in front of his Lord.
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PostSubject: Re: Initiation   Mon Mar 18, 2013 6:34 pm

Well it looked like the kid wasn't ballsy enough to do it after all. Watching as he took it and placed it to his skin, Kuro could see the slight hesitation even as he drug it across his skin instead of swiping it like a normal cognizant person. The pain the boy must have been going through was intense enough to almost cause Kuro himself to shudder, but he held fast. It took almost thirty seconds entirely for the boy to finish cutting his wrist. Which in all honesty should have killed him if it weren't for the fact that the Shinigami himself was using his own power to keep them both alive if only to see how far the boy will go before he dropped. Kuro checked over his shoulder to see if he was correct in his assumption and he could tell by the slight nod that anyone who wasn't attuned with the god wouldn't notice that he was right on the money.

Taking that as a sign he accepted the blade from the boy before glancing down at his own outstretched arm. He looked over his shoulder again as if to ask "How far do you want me to go" but with the Shinigami's stony face it was no telling when the god would demand them to stop mutilating themselves. Looking down at is already soaked sleeve and arm he placed the blade to his skin before drawing a diagonal line down the arm the skin once again splitting open with no resistance. He could feel the blood vessels popping open, spilling even more blood down his arm. Even though his face was some sort of calm, his heart was racing sending more blood than would be normal to the floor. He could feel himself growing dizzy and lightheaded but quelled the feeling knowing it was just the adrenaline.

Letting out a small but unnoticeable gasp as the blade finally slipped free of skin he held it there for a second, simply trying to keep his arm from clenching before he looked up to the boy and held the knife out for him to take. He could already tell this was going to be a long test, and Shinigami only knew whether or not he would be able to stand throughout the entire process.

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PostSubject: Re: Initiation   Mon Mar 18, 2013 7:01 pm

The amount of blood that was running from Jacabo's arm was enough to send most people into a panic. At the very least mot people who weren't doing this knowing full well that they probably would not be walking out. Jacabo himself simply tried not to look at it. He felt the blood gushing out of his wrist and down to the floor below. He could feel it leaking towards his feet as Kuro took the blade from him. Now it was his turn to find another location on his body to cut for Jacabo to copy. To the young man this was astounding that he could do this without any hesitation what so ever. Was it because he was older than Jacabo and had been through this situation before. Maybe his trial had been something similar, or had it simply been because he had more resolve than the young Konpaku ahead of him. For a moment Kuro looked over at the shinigami, prompting Jacabo to do the same. He was curious as to what, Kuro was looking at exactly. Maybe some visual or verbal cue intending for them to stop and find something else to do. Or maybe he was intending to seriously keep them going until one of them finally died. When Kuro looked back around, Jacabo would keep his eyes fixated on that blade. It was all important to see where it went, how he cut his arm for Jacabo's injuries had to mirror his in severity atleast to his understanding.

Once more Kuro went for the same arm, and this time he would cut diagonally down the arm, as quickly as he could once more. Still the cut made Jacabo cringe just a little bit, it was already running through his mind how he was going to do such a thing. When it was placed in front of him once more, Jacabo took the blade in his hand. Another deep breathe, before he looked down at his arm. That primal fear was returning, he was terrified of what his arm would look like. The glance down, cause for lack of a better word his heart to drop into his stomach. Jacabo didn't understand that the shinigami was trying to keep them alive. When he saw how much blood he had lost he felt that for sure he was going to be the first one to drop. As if nothing could be done to stop the imminent death they were going to face. After his last experience Jacabo had learned his lesson. Dragging this out would only make him feel the maximum amount of pain. He needed to get it over with as quickly as possible. Placing the blade which for some reason up to this point remained clean against his skin Jacabo pressed down. With that he began to slash into his skin, while not as fast as Kuro did before it was without a doubt at a blistering speed compared to the half an hour from earlier. This time it took him just under a minute, quite the improvement. However the pain was no different, and he seemed to be somewhat hyperventilating as he handed Kuro back the blade. It was the Leader of the clan's turn once more, Jacabo would not disappoint.
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PostSubject: Re: Initiation   Tue Mar 19, 2013 4:51 pm

Arm slightly trembling as the boy drew down his arm again, Kuro could feel himself get a little light headed. This wasn't your average every day run of the mill exhaustion ether, this was pure blood running low about to pass out exhaustion. Eyes a little droopy he observed him make the last of the cut before accepting the blade keeping his eyes open if a little unfocused to show that he was still there and somewhat alert. Knowing that this was supposed to continue until one or the other passed out he put the blade to his skin again, not even registering the pain due to the endorphin's swimming in his brain at the moment. To be honest with himself he could have probably kept this going if this is what a pain induced high felt like, drawing the blade down his arm absentmindedly, he never realized the blade wasn't cutting straight nor was it even cutting shallow.

At this point the god of death took notice but didn't say anything, deciding that this would be the final test of Jacabo's faith. It was obvious Kuro needed a bit more guidance if he was so eager to lose himself into the bliss and pain of mutilation however he would not fault the boy for taking joy in worshiping his god. Finishing up the cut, he basically ripped the blade from his skin, letting the cutting arm hang loosely as he almost had a glassed look in his eye garnering him a few whispers from his fellow clan members. His heart was pumping faster now, the excitement damn near causing him to ejaculate in his trousers, a soft groan escaped his lips before a switch flipped in his head and he snapped out of his self induced high, a soft blush covering his face as he came back into focus. Sadly as he did this the pain and knowledge that he basically severed every major artery in his arm crashed into him and he clenched his teeth and hissed as to prevent the knowledge of the pain affecting him majorly out.

Holding out the blade he gave the boy a crooked smile, "Same cut, just not as deep alright..." He gave a soft chuckle and let the endorphin's take over once again, reveling in the bloodlust that consumed him.

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PostSubject: Re: Initiation   Tue Mar 19, 2013 5:41 pm

How long could this possibly continue for? How much longer could Jacabo stand to continually mutilate himself like this. With each passing moment he could feel the mentality of the situation becoming easier to him. Each passing cut was just less damage to his psyche than the last. That or he really just had broken from the moment the blade touched his skin. Or maybe he had just passed out and his extreme need to please kept this illusion going on in his head. It would be impossible to tell until it was all said and done. When Kuro had the blade, what happened next would for lack of a better phrase make Jacabo s*** himself. He almost cried as he watched Kuro bury the blade deeply into his arm and just completely mutilate himself. He was trying his best not to break down and cry. The worst of it all, he couldn't help but feel like Kuro was enjoying this. The face of absolute euphoria that he had just made while he slashed himself was dumbfounding. How was he finding pleasure in all of this, was he a masochist.

Was this nothing more than foreplay to him, maybe Jacabo was just unique in the fact that he couldn't enjoy what was happening at the moment. When Kuro went to hand him back the blade, he would tear up a bit inside. Looking right into the eye of the leader of the clan then back at the shinigami. Is this what they truly wanted, is this what they expected. Did the both of them truly want for Jacabo to die in the name of his faith here and now. Such thoughts were not tolerated in his household. If his parents had heard him say or even thought he was thinking such things he would be whipped mercilessly. Without any doubt they were in the crowd right now. Looking down at their son, crossing their fingers and saying prayers. Hoping that he would pass this initiation, not because they wished the best for their son. But in their minds if Jacabo fell here and now, failing to become a full fledged Konpaku they may very well go home and commit suicide. The thought of his parents killing themselves for his incompetence, weighed on the young Konpaku far too heavily to hold back now. Each deep breathe felt like it flooded his blood with oxygen, waking him up slightly as his arm leaked like a waterfall. With one thrust in which he put all his hopes and dreams into, Jacabo dug the blade into his arm and began to drag it along. Every single cell along the cut screamed for it's life as the merciless blade plowed through. Every single inch of cut spouted more and more blood. Jacabo could feel it fountain forth from his arm as he continued. It made his stomach churn, his instincts scream at the fool to stop and him want to vomit all over the floor in front of him. He could feel the blood vessels pop, the muscles tear veins be sliced. It was an experience that no person should ever be subjected too, it was absolute torture. Eventually after an agonizing five minutes he had finished replicating the wound that Kuro inflicted upon himself to the best of his abilities.

It wasn't quite as deep, Jacabo didn't have the physical strength for it. At this stage he was fighting to stay awake long enough to even get the knife into his arm, much less match that insane mutilation that Kuro just committed. However this was not a conscious fail from Jacabo, he hadn't known that Kuro's damage was more than his. When it was all done, the pain was absolutely immense. More intense than any feeling he had felt before, it was precisely the opposite from what Kuro had experienced. The intensity of the sensation was equal, only it was pain instead of euphoria. Jacabo went to hand the blade back to Kuro, but considering his vision was beginning to blur he would probably only hand it to thin air. The voices around him were becoming distorted, the world was spinning and his vision was growing progressively darker. He could feel it in his bones, he was beginning to pass out in his parents eyes he was moments away from committing an unforgivable sin.
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PostSubject: Re: Initiation   Tue Mar 19, 2013 6:40 pm

He couldn't tell how long it had been since the test started, and in all honesty he didn't want to. Mind too far gone to even tell his own name. His arm still held out only by the stiffness of his elbow at this point as his body slouched itself slightly, not so much that it was noticeable to the outside, but had someone who knew him, seen him at that moment they'd have known he was just as gone as the boy before him. Since he himself couldn't watch the process the Shinigami observed and nodded at the boys progress. He could tell Kuro was scaring him slightly, he himself only slightly surprised at this new development in his followers psyche. The boys teacher would definitely have a few words with him if the man were still alive. But alas it seemed the boy had passed with flying colors. Clearing his throat softly his ghastly hand rose up and a small glow emanated from it before the blade the boy held in his hand glowed as well.

As if magic the blood that had spilled on the ground would disappear and the twos wounds would vanish before the bystanders eyes. Kuro would jerk awake at that moment the lightheaded feeling left him. Looking down at his once mutilated arm he almost could still feel the scars on the arm he had brutally ripped open. Looking over his shoulder to the god you could almost see the question in his eyes in which the god replied with a dull monotone, "You are not fully healed my boy, I can only close wounds, however you both should take it easy due to the extreme loss of blood you both suffered". Kuro nodded to this as he could still feel a little lightheaded but not enough to be loopy. Taking the blade from Jacabo's hand he prepared to make another cut before a cough from the god behind him got him to stop. "I do believe I've seen enough..." he began. Kuro cursed softly knowing that he was in trouble for getting carried away, but in all honesty it wasn't his fault. It just felt... so good. To be able to honor his god in such a way gave him intense pleasure and in some way... that scared him. He got off to causing himself harm? Was he a masochist? The thoughts gripped his heart and mind tightly for the moment but kept an open ear as the god continued his speech.

"Alas I've seen many things in my existence Young Jacabo. Not many has withstood the test of a pope and stood to tell the tale afterwards however. That was something truly special to observe" the god stopped for a moment and thought of something before reaching to his wrist and grabbed the beads wrapped around them. Sliding them off slowly he floated over to the boy before placing them around his neck. "For passing your Konpaku trial with flying colors as well as garnering my attention and maintaining your parents honor I grant you with the Tamashī shōhi bīzu". The beads looked like simple black and silver rosary beads. Considering the width of the gods arm they easily fit around his neck and seemed to form a necklace or chain. At the center was a pendant in the shape of the faith's symbol.

"These will increase your spiritual power immensely and in times of need will guide you in the right direction. Should you ever feel lost or simply need to express how you feel, pray to the beads and may a well knowledgeable spirit guide you along your way". Turning his gaze to Kuro one could almost see the disappoint in his eye which caused Kuro to visibly flinch knowing he was in trouble, "As for you Kuro... That display disgraced your teachers name. I won't ask you to explain your actions, but know that you will have to work twice as hard to re-earn my favor boy. Do not disappoint me..." With that the god simply turned to regard Jacabo again leaving Kuro to his own devices.

Sighing Kuro walked back over to the blades resting place and laid it down until it was needed again before wrapping it up in cloth. Turning back to Jacabo he nodded at him with a somber smile before clasping his hands behind himself. "Well then, I congratulate you Jacabo Konpaku on passing your Initiation trail. Understand that your hardship and dedication is not over nor has it even begun, may you live prosperously in the eyes of our god Shinigami and may you serve him twice as well as you have served us. Good luck in your life ahead of you my brother". Ending his monologue he stepped past the boy to continue on with his day as well as to gather some lunch if only to recuperate his strength from the ordeal, he had much praying and soul searching to do after that display.

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PostSubject: Re: Initiation   Wed Mar 20, 2013 7:17 pm

Thank the lord, literally. The shinigami had seemingly seen enough as he stopped the inititation. Closing up the wounds of both people, so that they were no longer bleeding. However apparently to Kuro, the Shinigami would tell them that he can't heal them completely. Being told that he had managed to completely win his initiation made him feel truly on top of the world. No need for Shame, no need for regret, at the end he had managed to accomplish everything he needed too and become a full fledged Konpaku. The feeling was so amazing that he didn't even feel like he was going to die anymore. As everything unfolded he could only look on. Awaiting the completion of the event.
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