Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Journal #15: A New Rage...
I asked my attendents if they could tell me what happened, and he told me that the ninja that got away from me had turned my squad to dust and took them from graves. I went berserk, and began to search for the ninja that did it. But I couldn't find him. Now I have to fight the ninja, as well as my own squad. It's not something that I'm willing to do. Any thoughts?
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Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Journal #14: Painful Illusions...
Yesterday, I was walking to my office, when something caught my eye. Three ninja that appeared to be stiched together seemed to be walking towards me. I asked who they were, but I got no answer. As I reached out to them, they turned to dust. Apparently, the phantom ninjas are back. But, the scary thing is, they looked just like my fallen squad. I hope I was just seeing things. And on a side note, RFS, your poem didn't suck! I thought it was good! Any thoughts?
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Monday, October 6, 2008

Journal #13: The Aftermath...
The funeral went pretty well. I didn't summon my squad like I thought(stupid beer), and everyone was moved by the song I sang. Doom's mom came up to me after the ceremony, and hugged me. I wasn't sure why, since she was one of my harshest critics, but she said that Burn was Doom's favorite song. Reki's parents apologized, and Emi's big sister said she'd live both of their lives. (I just hope SHE doesn't begin stalking me!) Later, Miru came up to me and said that my singing moved her. She was messing with her hair the whole time, so I think she was trying to flirt with me. Weird... Any thoughts?
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Friday, October 3, 2008

Journal #12: A Double Edged Idea...
I was at the bar last night, when I had a twisted idea. It may have been the beer, but I was thinking that instead of hiring other shinobi to play the instruments, I could use a summoning jutsu to bring my squad back for the ceremony. Any thoughts?
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Thursday, October 2, 2008

Journal #11: Final Preparations...
I made some final preparations for the funeral. It will be the most honorable ceremony I've ever been involved in. Afterwards, I'm going to the local bar. My methods of burying the memories vary from time to time. This is just one of those times. Any thoughts?
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Wednesday, October 1, 2008

   Journal# 10: An Early Performance...
Yesterday, Emi's big sister came to me and asked if what everyone said was true. I told her in a since, it was. But, thanks to my friends(RagingFlameSprite and Shinigami Shinobi), I'm back on the up swing. I've been considering training more Genin, but that's not a definate. I've made the final preparations for the funeral, and RagingFlameSprite and I will be tributing the squad(RFS through poetry, and I'll perform Burn, as I've said before). Any thoughts?
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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Journal# 9: Unfit...
I've been getting tons of hate mail from the parents of the deceased. They said things like, "How could you let my child die?", "If you can't protect them, how do you expect to protect us?", "You're a terrible Hokage!", and so on and so forth. Now that I think about it, they might be right. I haven't left my office since that night. I now have entered a state of deep mourning. I told my attendants that they could leave if they wanted. They'd only become targets themselves. One of them asked why I didn't just help them bring them back. My reply, I'm unfit to help anyone. Not my friends, not my family, nobody. After they left, I began to pratice singing Burn for the funeral. It will be this Saturday. Any thoughts?
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Monday, September 29, 2008

Journal #8(extra)
I'll be singing the song Burn, by Mad at Gravity, at the ceremony.
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Journal #8: The Phantoms Invite Death...
Two days ago, my squad and I went to search for the phantom shinobi. We ended up at an abandoned cathedral in the middle of nowhere. We went inside, and started to look around, when the doors slammed shut behind us. They leapt out of the shadows and began their assult. We fought bravely, and it appeared that we'd win. But, one of the ninja pinned me to the wall with a pillar of stone. I watched helplessly as Doom, Reki, and Emi faced them. They held their own against them for a while, but it was no use. The first to fall was Reki. A kunai had found its way to his heart. Emi cryed out for him, but she fell next. At least six shuriken sunk into her back. Doom was shocked, he could barely move. Suddenly, he went berserk on them. He slashed at every side, with blazing kunai. But, he only left scratches. The phantoms pulled out giant kunai, and crucified him, once for every scracth he left on them. He fell limp. At that point, I couldn't stand any more. The demon within me became angry, and I didn't fight its influence. I hit the pillar with a blast of air. The phantoms looked shocked, as I lunged towards them. I pinned one to the wall with my sword, and turned to the others. My hands were a blur, as I made hand signs for my jutsu. A ring of fire surrounded them, and the wind picked up. I raised my hand in the air, and the fire rose with it. The fire swirled like a tornado around the phantoms. Their screams of pain was like music to my ears. As the dust continued to burn, I turned to burn the last one, but it had disappeared. I pulled my sword out of the wall, and left. The cathedral burned brightly in night as I walked back home. My squads funeral will be this week. I don't think I'll train anyone else. I'll just send them to the Leaf Village. Any thoughts?
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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Journal #7: The Heros Have Returned...
I spent all of last night going over my fire based jutsu, in case I ran into the phantoms again. I think I'll pack a flame-thrower, just to be safe. Earlier yesterday, I had to attend a fund raiser for our ninja academy. They needed so more performers, so my students and I volunteered. Emi danced, Reki read poetry. Doom and I went out with two guitars and sang Anthem of Our Dying Day. We raised well over 1,000,000 Ryo. Then, after the show, I walked back to my house, when I ran across some old friends. They greeted me, and we began to talk. Their names were Dark, Miru, and Grey Fox (we just called him Fox). It was a monumental reunion. We were once called the Four Shinobi of the Apocolypse, the most feared squad in the world. I told them about my phantom problem, and I've got some reenforcements. Any thoughts?
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