[COLOR=GRAY][H3][SUB][color=D7BE69]TIMES[/color] IMMEMORIAL: LET [color=D7BE69]BYGONES[/color] BE BYGONES [/SUB][/H3][/COLOR][table][row][/row][row][cell][img]https://i.imgur.com/ie441kj.png[/img] [COLOR=GRAY][sub]INHERITANCE OF RESPONSIBILITY: TELLTALE OF [color=D7BE69]PROPER[/color] HEARTS[/sub][/color] [sub][color=d7be69]Theme: [/color][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbEomdxmJRQ][x][/url][/sub] [sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup] [img]https://i.imgur.com/pPdgKCs.png[/img] [/cell][cell][right][url=https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/73164836][img]https://i.imgur.com/N8ZME5n.png[/img][/url] [/right][/cell][/row][/table][color=gray][right][sup]There circulates a certain distinction between you and the others. You haven't realized yet-- The certainty and depth of your potential. Ah... But with such depth, it will attract the covetous hands of those swept by jealousy. But you are bound to surmount the hardship assiduously... --For you wouldn't be part of the [color=d7be69]family[/color] otherwise.[/sup][/right][/color] [color=gray]The act of having a lofty goal in itself is worthless. To live at the heights of humanity, firstly you must understand what makes you an individual in the first place. To become something great, searching that which makes you excel beyond others is a necessity one must conquer at earliest before time inevitably sets itself on your bones. To hone such abilities, is in itself a gift granted to some, the will to fight an inconsequential circumstance, regardless of the inevitable failures that may come, unending struggle to conquer is what makes humanity shine to those who understand what it feels to drag your bare feet through rugged concrete. And so we as human beings need to understand our own mediocrity, or perhaps even our own greatness. In the face of what's troublesome, of what's uncomfortable or even difficult. We search within ourselves, the strength that bellows wildly for an escape, the unyielding need to be recognized by those who sought to bury us, to the countless of voice who truly thought that their cynicism would quell the agony of a future of a true luxurious prospect. Mediocrity is a sin. That's why those who climb require to clip the wings on those who fly through their struggles. The opportunities they squandered, the choices they've led. Today was a promise of what tomorrow may bring, grief included. Today was but a result of an accumulating pool of bad choices, today you led a life that many other repeated, but also today is a day where all of it ends. Nothing in life is permanent, everything is but a stepping stone for what comes next. And so comes the idea of possibility, but reality stems from a culminations of questions unanswered and repeated mistakes. If humanity is but a cataclysm of ideals and morals, what say that any of us were ever wrong in the paths we chose? What rules really do matter in the grand scheme of things? No one knows, or if they think they do, they fill that void with whatever fits their narrative. Humanity is unwilling, at first, to ever do anything beyond the first perspective. Swayed by our experiences, we fail to truly open up ourselves to the words and minds of others. Mediocrity is a waste. Even though the significance is to stand rather arbitrarily among the ordinary, being a part of the color scheme is seen as problematic mindset, but most of us stand in that limelight, or rather lack-thereof. To live is to constantly compete with others, to live is to understand that you will always be your own worst enemy. Standing among our own problems, perhaps even veiling ourselves with them, taking them in as if it were part of our own personality, of our own being. Giving us [color=D7BE69][i]Proper[/i][/color] understanding of what we lack, and not of what we have. Purpose, it what guide us to greatness. As these men stood before his heels he understood perfectly the role he was given, perhaps it even became customary for him, where his mind no longer registers what he should be doing, what he should be feeling. It was like a numb calmness which embellished his senses, coveted by a sense of excitement. He knew he had the upper hand, and so it was almost like a game. Taking candy from a baby, taking a life from a man that deserved it. Perhaps this sense in itself was his justice, the strength of man he required to proceed. He could almost hear them, the chains that bind him to the family. Shinobi are suppose to live a life for the people, no, if it comes to that, would I be able to savor freedom for the first time? A smile peered on his lip, as he proceeded with an unusual gait towards his destination. Bodies continued to fall, and his target proceeded to move farther and father from him. [color=D7BE69]"You fool. Fighting the inevitable? You squandered your opportunities so readily, for what?"[/color] Before Garou Tachibana knew it, a thunder clap was heard, almost as if signaling his demise. To be in this situation wrought is anger, evoked all kinds of warning signs to his body, his teeth were almost sawing through the bottom of his lip in frustration. He picked up the phone and yelled at the top of lungs, the back up wasn't enough, what was happening!? Proper 12 stood with blithe, looking at that frustration immerse itself deeper into his soul, no it wasn't enough. But this... this was gonna finish it. The orbs began to cicle around Proper 12, his power manifesting into a radiant crackle, chirping its electrical surge to the distance as the lightning traced the earth beneath his heels. Garou Tachibana knew they called this boy the Raijin of the Family, but now he understood the magnitude of it. Proper 12 extended his arm, the orbs, 5 of them in total followed to the tip of his fingers. Cycling in a clock wise fashion, their shape reduced itself to the size of Proper 12's finger tips. Rapidly spinning to form a secular object that speed was indescribable. Gesturing the shape of a gun, the on rapid bullet of a power moved before him. Garou Tachibana reached the vehicle finally, witnessing the power the boy was generating, he screamed it to floor it. [color=D7BE69]"A cornered mouse usually fights for its survival. However... There's no reason for the lion to be concerned by the actions of mice."[/color] [color=D7BE69]"Mystic Railgun!"[/color] A powerful shot, like that of a sniper bullet leaving its chamber, flew across the space in an instance. Before they knew it, Garou Tachibana's head was marked and limp within the vehicles inside, the blood masking the windows and a terrorizing screaming bellowing across the space of the men who he looked after. Proper 12's face beamed, almost as if he knew it all along, the ease of how this would turn out. There truly isn't anything worse than a man with something to lose. [color=D7BE69]"Alright, if any of you don't want to suffer the same fate in hands of the family, I suggest you give yourself up to me. I'm sure the shinobi course is a lot more forgiving than whatever the family has in store for you. Trust."[/color] [/color]