Training Murder

He was smiling, happy to be out of the shopping area now. Today was gonna be big for him as he had already high hopes within his own privileged mind while training here. The area he entered was a single field, filled with mist and mist alone. One can hardly see anything yet the sound resonated loud enough that a band could be playing and you can still hear a pencil drop. It was such an ideal spot of Setsuna to train. With brand new sword on back and golden eyes looking around with a calm calculated search and his hair punned up in a spiked ponytail he would gladly be ready to train.

Sadistic in his nature, that was what he would always be, as he would traverse between the timely areas just to kill, to feed, to do well at completely indulging in his self-pleasure. To kill, that was a pleasure to Setsuna that he so very did enjoy and now he would happily perform the indulging of his own pleasure with the aspect of equalizing good. There was so much he could do and now he would with his sword, train on the aspects of knowledge he knew were most dear to him and him alone. With a calm ease he pulled the blade from its sheath and began twirling it. The twirls he made with the blade were there by and here alone perfect. Each one calculated to be a rise in the air and then a soft down fall to the ground with an ease into his hands.

It was a color guard style when performing such a nice maneuver as he would then catch the blade and perform a swipe to the horizontal style directly in front of him. The wave of black residually perfect for him as he trained. It was exquisite to know that he absolutely loved to do this, as he would kindly perform this task. He loved training under the pressure of the residual styled earth that was so kind and soft to one’s one feet. He gladly pleasured his mind with the training performance of his feet. They would gladly go on about their way, as his feet would stylistically perform the twist and turn of one’s own positive attitude as if actually murdering someone with the blade in hand. He enjoyed this and that was all there was to it as he would swipe the sword around some more all in high hope of the kill.

Today was going well as he had expected with the cool breath of the air going through his hair, as it would ruffle in the wind. So fine and exquisite with the nature as he would breathe deeply into the air as his eyes would formulate the sadistic pleasure of the hopes in which he would take all too well with the pleasure of performing the arts of killing someone. His smile widening and his sword ready to slice a being in half as he would only grin and format the style of the blade to match his personal flavor of the task at hand. He savored it, loved it, and took refuge within it, as he would enjoy the company of the blades within the hand of his monstrous self. There was no thought, no pleasurable availability to which he would gather within himself and perform well in the training at hand.

“Doe, a deer a female deer, how one runs and plays while in my sight. How I will gut you, eat you, kill you before you know who it was around you.” He would say while he had spotted something in the thick of the mist. It was a large being, a deer by his thought, as he had rushed forward, sword twirling, and upon reaching destination he did exactly what he had hoped to do, kill a deer. Call it a hunting trip but because the deer made the first sound it had also made the last sound as his sword plunged through the neck to only twist and thus beheading the poor and foolish female. He would smile at this act, as he would kick the deer up into the air and begin cutting at it, formatting his blade to slice and dice at the will power of the energy within him. He so happily enjoyed performing it, as he would take the doe apart with his sword, limb by limb and meat cortex by cortex. Such a shower of blood he received when doing this. He would of course take time to cook the meat.

Upon doing so, he would happily take well to cook the entire deer out in the open as he had with the small amount of fire starter he had. Exquisite it was to him as he performed so well in the tasks at hand, as he would love to look at this fire. It burned with a luminescent love for its own heated passion. Passion that so ideally enjoyed the pleasurable made well to do so within himself and his own kind expanse. He loved this and enjoyed it so kindly took well to be within the kind expanse of the flavor. It was so ideal and so good that it was nice and warm. Quaint as it were he would enjoy the way it felt around his own body. The way the fire burned under his hands, as he would gladly take well to be within the expanse of the warmth.

Warm to him, warm to the pleasure of his hands, as he would gladly formulate the fire under his own feet and pleasurably moving the soul of his feet towards what he would need. The fire so kindly formed within itself and pleasurably he would take note the flames, in their manner of speaking, he would find each flame noteworthy. He sat there by the fire in the middle of the empty and mist filled path, as he would note the squishy grass of the dew in the air that had rained down on him from that time length of the patterns he knew to look for. It was doing so that kept him alive unlike any other as the embers cracked as his passions flared. His emotional sea filling that of the fire as he breathed in, the fire would flicker upon his breathing out.

His absolute ascension to the higher aspects of the world above him would gladly take refuge to the fire as it licked over the cooking meat he killed. It would design itself with the help of his own mind, to twirl around in the joyous feeling of the body. The gracious love of one’s own flame within to die out and then expand in a super nova. He so gladly performed this, as he would happily take good and well within the aspect of the flame before him to expand and train such as he so ideally loved the idea of performing it himself. The love of the fire in his own bosom was one he would find laughable as the fire danced and soon one ember felt flame danced too far and landed in between his open palms to which he would twirl his hands and note the kind and noteworthy expanse of the flame.

The flames were his to enjoy as they danced in the gap between his hands, formulating the chakra feel and loving within his own passionate flavor as he would kindly take notice and destined his own persona to the lovely feel of them under his palms. This enjoyable feel of the flame that heated his hands and his cold calculating heart in an aspect so divine within itself that the holy mother could never rid of it alone. The fire itself did the job and equally well in the paths to which he knew all too well in his joy of them. His smile widening under the pleasure of the fire, as he would smile and lap at the expanse of the joyous hands of the fire that circled around. Confusing itself as it would swirl so happily within his own palms.

Flames, the joy within one’s own soul, as to keep within your own soul. As the fire in his hands began to spread out. Trying to eat away at the joyous air around him yet the chakra gripped it like a hand gripping a throat. So well in its own self that he would happily take that to the expanse to their own joy. He would take well to privilege himself in the flames that so kindly lapped at his hinds in their own formation and eternal glory. Dance to his hands, dance beyond as the fire would begin gripping the meat, but something caused it to not burn. Setsuna wished not to have his meat burned so the fire did only cook it to where the blood was gone and the meat remained good to his flavor. “He who knows nothing can never learn to be himself. However, he who knows many things can still learn nothing as to being himself.”

Something of his own mentality as it were yet entirely unrelated to the belated response of the fire as it would leap out and grip his body, covering him in the flames, yet it did nothing to his body, nor his clothes. The fire danced there, cooling him with the unknowledgeable fire, as it would go around him, licking at him as if it were a dog to his pleasure of owning. He would gladly take notice of this fire and each step he took the fire made an ash foot print to his own being. He found it deplorable and exquisite all at the same time. Such a joy to his passion and love to his knowledge as he would run around, gripping the ground with burning body as he would smile into the flames that danced.

The fire was dying now, he would head over to the cooking meat, fresh and done, as he would sit down, burning the ground beneath him to cool ash, as the fire around him danced back into the fire before him as he would reach up, take a hunk of deer leg meat. In addition, eating it like one would mutton; he began the energetic enjoyment of using the meet under his power and kind constitutional display, as he would love into the fire as it were. The joys of the sword and flame both danced around him as he were quick to his feet and deplorable to his own manner in speaking. This was the life to him and his own enjoyment to which he would gladly take to the sky. Fire, passion, the sword, all three were his alone to keep for the rest of his short earned life.

Setsuna had finished his eating, to what a joy it was for him as well. He so very enjoyed the flavorful food of the fire brand while he wasn’t finished yet no doubt. He had ideas of his own and at the same time he knew what to do and when to do it with how he would be training. Fire was so scary at times but who could say, fresh blood goaded him for more and he would happily accommodate it as he would pop his neck in full readiness of the fact. Oh how he would love to completely rip a body to shreds with his own two hands, douse himself in the sea of blood, and warm his heart with the draining and waning warmth of the body he just killed. A sound directly behind him, to which he would accommodate quite nicely to which he would happily jump upwards.

He would smile, jumping backwards and into the trees was a good idea to which the mist would soon part ways. The sun would soon poke through and that would only cause him to smile every more as he would grip his hands and steady himself. Kill, it was the words that flew through his head as he would happily find that he can accommodate them to their best and most ripe vigor. He would only smile now as he would drain the energy of that which he found necessary to drain, the power in him building up the flames. It was power that retained formation and great power that kept itself under contact and control until he would be ready to discard and kill again. Sword be sheathed on his back as he would glare down, ready to kill as his chakra exerted itself to grip the tree.

Hanging upside down while looking down upon the foes he would smile, the grip of his sword ready to kill and that would be ever so much better for him as he spotted them. Three children walked into his rage, fire and warmth exerting from him as to act as a beacon though none of these three noticed him. This only severely pissed him off making the fire ever brighter as he hung there upside down. His hand on the hilt of the sword until finally he would make head way and divulge into the main theatre of the rage he would perform for. “You have come to die, prepare yourselves for you will never see your loved ones again, you shall be buried hear underneath sand and blood due to my painful blade.” He would say it with a passion, as he would descend upon these three foolish teenagers.

This allowed him to smile into the kill as he would jump out of the tree that he gripped with his chakra and descended to make his kill. Unsheathing that blade of his he would meagerly cause more panic and mourning upon the faces as his eyes retained their formatted selves while his own successful killing would go out with a loud ruckus. He loved to kill these children and would never forget the horror on their faces as he descended upon them with his blade to which he allowed fire to embody and burn along side. Each cut and slash drove deep into the body of the being to where he would happily seer their wounds with the blade until ripping up the bodies he had originally cut. It was a joy to kill and the joy kept growing with the more strength that he used to kill with.

“Kill them, Kill them!” Setsuna’s mind would scream as he would unravel the blade’s doom upon them as his own face never gave in. He would slash the blade to a tight circle of where the cut would be made into one to where the blood drained would catch on fire from the chakra emitted. He would gladly smile as one ran up a tree and the other ran for water. He would run up the tree first, utilizing the tree stepper technique, to where it was a matter of good foot holds and racing. It was not just these punks that he would kill. More ninja would die by his blade in the near future as he would no tallow such hopeless being to live. They can’t under her eyes as he would kill them soon. The one that had ran up the tree was standing there, horizontally aligned to Setsuna with a lone kunai.

“That will not save you bow. Now die under my swift hand!” And to which he would indeed charge forward to take care of and kill off this being, slicing through skin, blood, bone, marrow, tendon, and veins as the body would fall to her knees onto the earth and the head landed in a bird’s nest. Setsuna just killed a young teenage girl, how cold he was yet the fire burned within him as he would race after the being whom would soon stand one water. Sheathing his blade he would smile, “Come to die on the grave you built?” Setsuna would ask until this third, a boy, would be panicking. “I… I just finished and graduated the academy. Why must you do this?” The boy’s panic was relevantly noticed as Setsuna would smirk and state his nindo, “I will kill you if you get in the way between me and my prey. You just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

A quick memory, him as a young boy being taught something. Or rather read it. He had been bullied at that time and would find himself in the thoughtful excursion to make leave and find peace within his own troubled mind. The boy was Setsuna and the teacher was his own father. A mastermind behind fire techniques but highly disappointed in Setsuna for not acquiring any fire knowledge for the longest of times. However the father found it prudent to teach the boy one jutsu of the utmost importance. This was his own life's work and the jutsu at hand was something forced into his memory, jogging it to outlay something other than one's own imperative mind. Setsuna never forgot the lessons that were spent on him night after night, "Breath in deeply, and mix your saliva with chakra. Upon doing so exhale the saliva and increase this output to then ignite it of your own flame. You can either do so with repetitive spits or a long jet stream, it is your decision son." The father son memory shattered as he would be brought back into the realm of reality.

Such words rang true and he would only smile as he stood on the water and would raise his hands, puffing in his chest as he would then perform the snake to the ram to the monkey to the boar to the horse and then finishing with the tiger hand seals. Six hand seals all united as she would smile sadistically at the being, “Burn for me will you.” And thus the burning would ensue and with that puff of the chest and release of energy he would smile and fire out the beam of fire, constantly showering out as it would engulf and soon char the body unreasonably so. It was a joy to himself that he would gladly now have killed. “You three wasted my time. Rot here and perish as you have.”

Enjoyment that was what he got today and beyond anything else, he enjoyed the pleasure of killing an animal. That much only thrilled him more as he would leave the area as he had first found it only the addition of ash loaded ground, and the blood of the deer. He found that he himself only enjoyed the presence of being in that of blood while he would sheath his sword onto his back he would smile and walk away in a calm appreciation of what he had done to his own enjoyment of the training he had performed. He would drain the fire to the death of ashes while he would move away with an ease about himself, heading back into the town of the village.

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