[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

It had occurred to Enyo, not long after his meeting with his father following the exams that there were few ways to get to chunin without proving oneself to higher-ups. His father was one of those higher-ups, and so was his eldest brother. It was likely that they both had - to some extent - his fate in their palms. It was thus, doubly angering that they had not pulled strings for Enyo to become chunin. After all, he had proven himself in combat well enough. He and Shiu had played well against each other in battle, and had beaten their opponents as a team well in the next team battle.

It was for this reason that Enyo had taken to his father's word too literally.

Find a way to become chunin? Fine.

He had waited for his brother to return home and take to lunch, and in the midst all of this Enyo had snuck directly into Hideo's room, to take the very well loved Nuibari. A thin and pretty blade that did his eldest brother's bidding. It did more than that, Enyo marveled with a small smile on his face, it sewed people up. It was vile, a vile little weapon for the hands of a vile person.

Enyo did not attempt to hide his theft, he boldly stepped out into one of the training yards of the clan compound and started to train with the sword, thrusting it against some dummies and inspecting how far the thread went.

"He doesn't deserve you." Enyo mumbled to himself, bending the blade against the wood of a dummy as he lunged forward against his practice target. "I could make so many more bleed with you." It seemed a blade suited for a Kuronmeru... Sewing people up was just another form of the medical arts and what were the Kuronmeru if not perfectly capable combat medics?

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[Kuronmeru Hideo]

if you haven't noticed no ne

[attr="class","istbdy"]The gnarled branches of the canopy above shrouded the glade from the sweltering heat of the midday sun. The grass, vibrant and emerald green, tickled the ankles with its soft blades, providing a gentle caress that invited one to linger. The symphony of nature surrounded the glade, a chorus of crickets chirping in harmony with the babbling of a small brook that cascaded down from the main house. The gentle melody of water over stone created a soothing rhythm that lulled the mind into a state of tranquility. The air was heavy with the sweet fragrance of wisteria, an intoxicating scent that intertwined with the earthy aroma of stale blood long soaked into the soil. A howl of despair ripped through the air like a banshee's wail as inside the house Hideo had discovered his sacred space had been violated and his sword plundered. The silence that followed was deafening. Thirty seconds felt like an eternity as he stood there, frozen in disbelief. Then, the compound erupted into chaos. The clattering of furniture being tossed about and the shattering of glass- The sudden yowl of an unlucky cat- the cacophony continued, a symphony of destruction. From the moment he first laid eyes upon the gleaming blade, he knew that their destinies were intertwined. It was no simple katana; this was his prized possession, a status symbol, a precious accolade. This was one of the legendary seven swords of the mist, and he was its custodian. He bore the weight of history and responsibility upon his shoulders, for he knew what a swordsman was without a sword. The sword was an extension of himself, a reflection of his spirit, and he was determined to hear it sing its deadly song. He was on the warpath. "WHERE IS HE?” Hideo roared from inside, "ANYONE CAUGHT HIDING HIM WILL FEEL MY WRATH!!!” Silence. And then the back door slid open and a figure came tumbling out. His hair and kimono were uncharacteristically disheveled. Hideo gripped the railing of the balcony and his blue eyes flashed about erratically as he scanned the grounds below. He spotted his younger brother in the training ground and in his hand- Hideo clenched his jaw and took a deep breath in through his nostrils. He straightened up and exhaled, taking a moment to compose himself before walking down the stone path as if he were going for a casual stroll through the garden. A common servant followed him with a parasol. "I heard about your performance in the exams, brother.~” Hideo’s voice was calm but there was a glint of gleeful malice in his eyes like a cat playing with a grasshopper. "I can see why they weren’t impressed. You wield that blade like a clumsy butcher.” Hideo stopped a few meters away. "You didn’t have to steal that. I’d have let my beloved baby brother train with it. A blade like that deserves more respect; you can’t practice on a wooden dummy.” He raised a hand and turned to the servant behind him, "Gather the kitchen staff. Have them join us here- with haste.”

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[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

The screech of a banshee might have dissuaded another individual, but not that of Kuronmeru Enyo. A screech of a banshee only made the destructive young brother smirk with delight, the corners of his eyes crinkling with that feeling of success. Drawing emotion out of someone so well loved, and even revered not only in the clan - but the village too, Enyo took great pride in it. Especially after the tempest that had befallen him, the cruel twist of his father's fist in his abdomen, the bruising around his pale neck that was still desperately healing. Prominent, dark, darker than any regular person but his was the broken blood vessels of a black blooded youth.

Though the bruises had no aesthetic beauty, there was a sense of pride in this too that Enyo carried in his chest. His bruises were so painfully dark, it was a visual representation of his own superiority.

A servant rushed along with Hideo, desperate as they held a parasol over his eldest brothers body. The eldest brother, the one Enyo had once put a great deal of emotion and love in, before the world crumbled all around him. Before cruelty became the only way in which they seemed to interact. Hideo had become like their father.

Enyo only stopped the jabbing of the Nuibari when his brother had finally arrived near him, the smirk still on Enyo's features tugging at the corners of his mouths, lifting the slightly pink of his cheeks.

The sound of Hideo's voice was familiar, as one would expect it to be. The cruel poke at his lack of success at the exams made Enyo prickle with disdain for Hideo.

Gather the kitchen staff... With haste.

Enyo was surprised though it did not plainly show on his face yet, he only tilted his head.

"I will not fall for such a trick, Hideo, I will not have father angry with me for killing the staff." He spoke with confidence, condescension, and little to no respect for the older brother, not even using an honorific as was custom with their more noble clan.

"Idiot."

Kuronmeru Hideo

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