Vineyard Eradication [PLOT]

[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo would only smile calmly, her eyes coming to a fluctuating close as her own mental note would ease itself and to which she would only think upon her own mental note. Such would become an area of which she would take complete focus of her own mental notation. It was with which she could come to an abrupt thought process of where she would keep a gradual gratification of what she could notate in this. The grace of which she slept, it was nothing more than an ordinary moment of understanding sleep in her own momentary cleanliness of her own self. It was an improbability of which she would think on which she could only assume as a factual evidence, her moment of sleep was more than any that she had had in the time of which she could actually use for her rest that needed her to survive. It was the moments of which she could truly keep a common goal about her very existence into which she would bring her mentality up to a moment of which she could actually use in some may day of knowledge. Her very footsteps were encouraging her to continue, the voice of every step easily making a residual sound appear. The sound echoed in her dream, the sound that bounced off every wall and became that which she could utilize in an effort to comprehend what she could utilize as her own knowledgeable step. It was a step to which she would slowly find herself walking ever higher into which she pushed the doors open and found that her eyes were opening. There she lay, her body breathing slow, steady. Her eyes looking around at the air itself that breathed upon her own eyes. The air that would be etching itself across her eyes and the sun glaring across them as well. It was serene and calm yet hard to see through. Closing her eyes for a second before slowly opening them with scrunching her eye lashes to block out and adjust to the sun she would fund her body rising. Her body rose to look around the room, her long green hair flowing down and in the lengths of the hair itself, she could feel it tickled the small of her back. A hand stroking the green strands as she would twirl it in her hand, waking her body up as she did it. The kunoichi’s golden eyes moved to look around the room itself. A calm morning, nothing out of the ordinary either, that was always the relief she held in her own bodice and accurately held in her own regard as to what she could or could not do with it. It was after all, her own future that she held in the palm of her hands. The factors remained to keep her steadily alert with such common goals. Her hands moving down as she moved the finger tips against her bare skin. Feeling each hole that lay on her body, moving as she could feel each ridge of the one inch diameter holes that held deep within them, a seed of purplish and green color. The bloody seeds that took part inside her body, an accursed kekkei-tota that sent rivets of unnatural power through her. The Zassou’s body of the vine skill that was inherited by her mother. Such was the facts that would keep Jojo in a bay of thought and provocation in which she continued to feel down. Such holes were located at her forehead, her shoulders, her belly button, and more so with three at each palm of hand and sole of foot. It was what she was experimented to become.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Murder notes; Plot Link words; 617/12,500
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[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] The experiment to which she would only assume was not her own choosing. Her own decisive motive was not what she would normally have gone after in her own moment of thought and decision to where she would only think on what she could utilize as her own moment. The hand that guided along the holes along her body was all of which useful to her own moment of knowledge. Jojo knew for a fact that she was an experiment of both body and mind and soul. It was all just one big lie, a second life that followed that of a lie. It was to be stopped though, Jojo did not know at the time, but she would soon be thrust into a world’s war effort to stop the creation of more individuals like herself. More Zassou experiments that would be used and abused to the point of being lapdogs for nothing more but the Mizukage’s own personal guard for that of the Kaguya clan, and other clan members. Perhaps use the Zassou as scapegoats to plunge the world into more chaos and give the kekkei genkei bearers more reason and probable cause to destroy the very sanctity of life that the Hidden Mist holds dear. Jojo would move her body out of the bed, swinging her legs up and over she would be breathing in a simple taskforce of her own innocent breath that pilfered through her lungs. She could breath the fresh air as her body was hit by the air outside the covers of her own bed, the cool air flowed along her naked frame, hitting every part of her as she moved into the showing room and began her shower. A shower of which she would use and happily accustom her body to the wet damp hitting of water pellets against her very skin. Yes, this was very much so the doing of what Jojo needed in her own universal life and with which she would merely contemplate for a second why she was doing what she would be doing. Her body being hit by the watery droplets of shower water that blistered with heat yet calmed Jojo down more than anything. Hot water that affected one’s own service system that had been sent through so many pipes, nooks, and crannies. Without even thinking it, a single vine moved itself out of her shoulder and seemed to have her understand the intentions of such things in her own lifetime. Jojo would need to come to an understanding that her own life was precious one day, not meant to give away freely in which she would pop her neck and move a subtle consciousness out of what she had actually intended to do with her own formularize plans in motion. Jojo would move out of the shower, her body having woken up to the cleaning, and began to dress herself in the single piece suit she always wore. A suit of which was very much like a straitjacket. Only, this one allowed her arms to hang freely, a buckle at each end of the bell bottom styled sleeves while also the individuals themselves would only appear to be that much more in contemplation to what Jojo could ever utilize in her own life and momentary thought process. Jojo could utilize only so much with her own life and she would keep a beneficial though to what it had to be done in the moments of which her straitjacket suit, her long green hair, and the golden eyes appeared serene in the mirror she looked at, followed by the finishing touch of the headband she draped around her neck, she would now be ready.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Murder notes; Shower time words; 1,234/12,500
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[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] Today she had a meeting with the elders of Kirigakure; all of them were non-kekkei genkei bearers. Jojo knew this type rather well, because it was then that suggested her mother create the Zassou clan again. Granted, Jojo was the same mother’s child and was the first test subject. Being born directly as a Zassou meant she had a more probable chance of surviving the surgery than any other individual that would be exposed to the forbidden vine. The seeds of such a vine were an implantation seed, meant to be utilized and connected to the chakra system through visible holes about the body. Such holes were the activation links to the vines that were made to be utilized by the one who knew how to utilize the Zassou style. Jojo managed to get up every day to repeat this same routine without any maintenance yet now she would move forwards, her body heading out of that single pillar of a building she resided in and under that which her own mental state would kick in with wonder, ‘Why am I being brought to the research station again? Have they not done enough to me this month with the residual and privacy destroying experiments?’ Yes, Jojo hated the experiments she would be put through so many times from the analysis of her own judicial skills in the atmosphere that she could only understand as her own probable understanding. The Zassou and the vine that undergoes the treatment that such a thing can withstand and understand with an overbearing idea of what one can or cannot do would also contradict the norm and bring about a hold of control. Control that Jojo did not have when it came to such vines as well, as her mother could control her own vines for up to eighty feet. That in itself was more than two times the distance Jojo can control, and it would only get worse as she was half a Kaguya and with that in mind, she was not pureblood to either of them. Her blood tainted, and following that up with the beneficial factor of knowledge to the aspects that surrounded the highly likely death of her father. She still had no memory of it, yet supposedly she killed him and her mother has not been the same since then. In her deep thought, she did not hear the parted steps that echoed behind her. A hand came up from behind, putting her in a half-nelson-head lock as she would move her eyes and look out of her peripherals, “Who is it?” Then another hand came to hold her mouth, holding her steady as she would attempt kicking from him and biting the hand, “Easy there girly, I have a message for you from the High Council.” This immediately shut her up, calmed her at the same moment. Jojo tapped the hand to loosen from her mouth, “What can I do for the High Council?” Then the order came, an order that absolutely terrified Jojo to the deepest of her core. An order that scared her to the deepest nightmares of hell. It was the very order that she knew would come eventually yet she had found that such an order had come from the high council to completely decimate her soul. Nevertheless, she was a shinobi of this land, a shinobi with a high standard of herself and with that, she listened as his said, “By decree of the High Council, the Zassou research station is to be wiped out, complete blackout with no survivors. Nod if you understand.” Jojo could do nothing else but nod, as she did understand. The young kunoichi knew exactly where that would leave her, “Any materials you find there are yours as the rightful heir, but you are not permitted to continue physical research like your mother. Now,” the man would let go of Jojo and smile, “Do our nation proud and farewell.” He disappeared and she would be left in her own thoughts, her own mind as it came crashing into her own mental wellbeing. She had to kill everyone at the research station, and as she froze there, the day had not rained at all and as it had happened she was crying, her eyes looking to the sky, those golden hues highlighting themselves as she would find tears running down her cheeks and neck as she would be in a mental stampede of a wreck. Her own knowledge, her own code of conduct, all of it was being put on the line to see if she were even worthy to become a ninja, furthermore to have any rights at being a human being as right now she was only an experiment. She had to prove her worth, but at the same time her own code, and as it was crashing down on her soul, she would say one simple phrase, “It shall be done…”	[atrb=width,90] tag; Order 66 notes; Execute words; 2,058/12,500
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[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo had never thought it would come to this, that it would come to her having to end her mother’s research in the most crucial of ways. Jojo absolutely was afraid with what she could understand, as this would to the utmost seem that she could only wonder what could occur next. It was in her subtle knowledge that she needed to continue her concentration and understanding of all she could ever learn. Jojo in her straitjacket only seemed to appear that much more as a mad and crazed individual with such things. Jojo moved her frame forwards, moving out and forwards to which she would understand as a subtle leading of what she had. The fact remained that it was under her code that she had orders to fulfill and such orders still articulated her code of conduct and knowledgeable gain. Such things would always be what she could absolutely continue to utilize under her control. The green hair flowing in the wind that blew past her as she eased herself against an alley wall, ‘I have to kill, to kill…. To kill my own mother and the researchers of my body. That is, just too cruel. Why ask it of me?’ Jojo Kaguya’s mind continued to wonder, the tears still seemed to flow as she lost strength in her legs, would she even be able to carry out such a mission, and if she was able to, would that make her any better than those murderers already outside the village? It was a constant bickering and questioning within one’s own soul that kept Jojo afloat and continual withdrawal of who she was. Such matters were small to the larger scheme of things. Her heart, her frail human heart could not handle the stress of becoming a murderer, so what could she become to which something like this could seem practical. However, the answer was already there, the answer was always there as it willed itself to life by yelling out what it had always been, Kaguya. The very namesake of the demons of Kirigakure, the very bone manipulators that always loved fighting, loved killing, and to the utmost willed him or herself to topple governments if they were sent to do so. Jojo was the most hypocritical of all Kaguya though, for she hated fighting, hated war, and hated performing deaths to the utmost of all things. This is why she wanted to become a medic. However, her orders must be followed, no matter how much it was corroding her body. The corrosion was like a flood, running across the soil of her heart and mind. The erosion was destroying, spreading it thin and disrupting such things as Jojo herself could only assume that such things would make her useless. It was a battlefield, the very same field of battle and disruptions that surrounded her, to which she would only assume that her own soul would be taken. Such a field, such a concentrated disability within her own knowledgeable creation within her own life. Her own mind was suffering as her tears continued to roll down her face, the order she received, it was a orientation to her own life as now she would only move her body forwards, move it to the position as she went away from the alley’s wall that she had leaned against, walki9ng alongside it and moving down that alley path. She continued to walk a steady walk, to move her body slowly, with a hand tracing along the alley wall as she would move slowly, each and every step marking a new Jojo as she moved, the tears all began to slow down.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Tormented notes; Hurt words; 2,669/12,500
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[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] The tears slowing down, the process to which one would find themselves in a center discipline of what she could ever utilize to her own accord. The problems she could assess, her eyes closing as she would walk the familiar steps to the research station. Nevertheless, upon such a trail, upon such a transversal destination as she could ever see in her eyes, she now understood what she could do. However, now she happened to be stopped, it seemed someone in her way wanted nothing more than to keep her from following through with her mission, this individual who stopped her was someone completely different, someone she had not recollection of in her own past or her present. This individual had purple hair, short, and yet Jojo could faintly see the holes adorned on the masculine body that covered such a frame. She could only assume this would be another one of the research subjects, an imperfect model though as Jojo was the only one who molded with the vines for perfection. It was an impressive feat though for someone to remain alive after such a feat, such a creation of vines to the body. Jojo’s eyes opened and looked at this being with a curiosity. Jojo bowed her head, her eyes looking at this individual with a curious glance. “Are you here on a diplomatic mission or an assassination Jojo-sama?” Jojo’s eyes watching it, her fingers twitching, as she would look at this individual and with a weary glance, she would watch with a calm and casual glance. Her very ideal thought process accessed itself and to the available knowledge she had she would merely look at this individual and look at that purple hair, and soon enough the golden eyes. “So they made a Zassou out of you as well? I am sorry but…” her voice trailed off, her hand gripping a kunai now as she would now look at this person with deep darkening eyes, “You must die for you are an abomination. A disciple that which must be destroyed and never again renewed to the life you bear now. It will be my hand that destroys you.” Jojo would watch him and with the eager look upon her face, the demonic eyes and crimson glance having a demonic glance about them. The very thought she had become such a demon of thought, body, and mind was irrelevant now in the conquest to destroy the Zassou Research Station as her mission entailed. “Why do you do this, why do you aim to destroy your family, the very same people that made you human?” Jojo listened to his voice, the boy was obviously afraid and yes, she did indeed understand the fear one child could have of which Jojo could potentially understand as a frail thought. “Your life has led its purpose, however you have no future.” Jojo would then rush forwards with her body, her average speed and grace not being the ultimate greatness of all things however with a subtle brush of her kunai aimed directly into the flesh of the boy, she found the boy having performed a substitution jutsu. Her kunai slid through multitudes of vines as she would quickly dodge to the left and her body spun out with grace, more grace than her very attack she held with her own hand. Jojo only knew how to fight with a steady idealism while she would smile and with a steady look upon her eyes she would look upon such an individual and only amuse her mental thought process with which she would look upon this person, “Definitely going to be a challenge you are.”	[atrb=width,90] tag; Destroy notes; An old friend words; 3,280/12,500
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[Kaguya Jojo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; background-color: #AAAAAA;,true][cs=2] YOUR HAIR IS DANCING IN THE WIND, YOUR EYES ARE BURNING OFF MY SKIN.
[atrb=width,320] Jojo found the boy having reformed his body ten feet away, already his vines shot out of his body aiming directly for her head with their piercing capability. Jojo had noted which ones were which, their availability to attack, their prowess to destroy, such things aiming directly for her brain and at such a steady speed too. However, Jojo understood that this boy was a prototype to the Zassou creed, a Zassou that was incomplete as well. Jojo lifted her eyes and her single forehead vine etched out and deflected the two vines that the boy sent at her from his shoulders, the yellow green vines of a half breed; no doubt, Jojo would want to destroy him before he utilized anything that she could not defend against with her own skills. Such amounts of chakra were going to be definitely useful while at the same time she could not utilize all of it all at once. She would need to rest enough of the time to just even out her own understanding of how to utilize her chakra later on. Her skills at best would be weak if she did not have the chakra to utilize for such things in her own timely end. Jojo would ease her own individual thought process, her mental capability and her steady mindset consuming one another as she would plot and plan the decisive battle. Her opponent launching more of those vines out of his body to attempt impaling of her body while she would merely be dodging left to right and right to left, each and every direction making headway to move through and dodge effectively from each direction. It was her own decisive thought and individual momentum of thought process to utilize her own figurative thought of destroying this boy with as little chakra as possible. She already deflected his vines as best she could with just the one vine from her forehead while her right arm would twirl around the kunai in her hand, her left hand spewing out three vines and pulling out three shuriken apiece, she would move her bodily frame and dodge to the right, moving away from that dangerous vine that shot from the boy’s stomach. Such an advantageous motivation to the mindset was quite odd and different to her own mental mind and thought process, as she quietly and momentarily moves her body out of sight. Such was the unique use of her skills, moving her frame behind a wall of trees as her opponents vines would launch out and dig into the trees. Her own vines from the shoulders would pull up the body of herself as she would bring her petite body up into the trees as she would utilize her skillful uses of vineyard modifications to send her body up into the trees as she would swing the multiple long range weaponry down from her body as she would only think a small amount on it and with such a intense zeal of thought and effect, she would move her frame forwards, shouldering an ideal momentum of thought as she attacked the boy from three directions with her use of shuriken and kunai. All these things aiming to pierce and strike this boy down as she saw his vines are sliced by such weapons until finally they would bring her opponent into pain. Jojo could only smile as she thought more on her use of such skills and even more so thought about her useful attacks of such chakra constructs as she jumped tree to tree, moving her frame in and out of the trees, surrounding this boy as she could only focus on destroying him if at all possible.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Die notes; Attack words; 3,898/12,500
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[Kaguya Jojo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; background-color: #AAAAAA;,true][cs=2] YOUR HAIR IS DANCING IN THE WIND, YOUR EYES ARE BURNING OFF MY SKIN.
[atrb=width,320] The boy still managed to live, Jojo hating that she had dragged the fight longer than necessary now as she would glare at his soul, this mortal’s body as she would withdraw her vines, bringing them all back into her skin and body as she would happen to look directly at such a being with a calm gleam of her eyes as she would merely look with a calm thought of mind and mental collection as she focused with a calm intellect. Indeed this was the most corrupted fight she would ever go into with which she would move her body and then say, “Enough. You want to keep fighting, and then I will fight you with what you justly called for!” The green haired kunoichi’s frustration enveloped her, as she would rush forwards with a complete and utter need to destroy this male as her vines were swirling all around her, the vines swinging around her with a calming, complete, and utter effect of knowledge behind what she knew and what she could effectively use to her advantage of knowledge. Indeed the very method of madness this being brought into her would be the very factors of which she commonly kept in mind of her own availability. It was this very factor that she kept at her own natural selection and calm decision-making. Jojo’s body pushing forwards, her vines swirling around her, as she would growl a large echoing determination out of her. The vines she had, each one spiraling in the air all of which aimed to pierce, to maim, and to utterly decapitate this human. Her body moved in a flutter, her eyes glowing with the dark emulation of chakra, as she would then prod the vines into that body, the vines shooting like barbs into the arms, the legs, and hands. Each vine Jojo launched, hit its mark, sending the boy into a tree with a pinned down action as if he were a butterfly experiment, Jojo’s eyes gleaming in interest as she looked upon this boy. “Your seeds are flawed, your jutsu are obsolete, and your own self-esteem can need rework. But your time is up, you are no longer necessary to keep alive and for that, I shall remove you from the program permanently.” It is said when one has touched the forbidden vine or its seeds, they are cursed to keep hosting them. However, what happens when one removes all the said seeds. Jojo would soon vine out, as she would dig a single kunai deep into the holes on this boy, pulling out every single seed, as she would only smile, her eyes gleaming with a grin to her face, as she would pluck out such seeds, seeds that were wasted on the poor soul of the insignificant boy. Her hands bloody, the way she removed the seeds was crude, far too crude and unusual for a normal punishment to which she would keep up with removing them. Her smile remained, her hands dancing along this boy’s body as she removed seed after seed. His screams, the screams of which sounded the same, as a lunatic would echo out of one’s face, a face covered in blood, ash, and dirt. All of it, just dusty and yet shiny in the amounts of which Jojo could foresee in the hindsight of what could occur. Indeed such mannerisms could not be understood any more in this mortal life, and this boy’s life was coming to an end. Jojo’s vines kept him knit to the tree, her eyes on him with a casual smile. As she removed the final seed from his left hand, she saw it crumble; the chakra being removed just deteriorated that skin. “Fascinating, removal of said vine seeds, produces harmed effects that of a fungus overgrown. Decomposition to the highest degree. You were indeed a fine test subject to the end.” Jojo would say as she began to dig more of these vines out of this boy’s body. The more she dug out, the worst she became as a sadist, his blood spilling out of every hole until the vines were removed and the seeds put into her hand to where she would only smile and find the boy slowly turning to nothing but decomposed ash. Her hands moving along, after having taken his hands away, listening to that pain, she would take his feet and soon his entire lower body away. Her smile kept at it though as she would listen to his pained screams. Those blood colored tears rolling down his eyes as she would smile, plunging the kunai into his gut, his belly button to be precise and dug away until she pulled the big seed out of there. Everything below his hips would evaporate into the wind. Such an interesting subject, her vines merely constricting around him to keep him against that wall, as she would notice his shoulder vine shoot out directly for her head until she swiped the kunai at it, cutting it in two, “Nice try my dear boy. But you will die much more in pain than you are now.” In addition, Jojo was correct, her blade digging out this boy’s shoulder vines, each seed decomposed the arms leaving stumps for arms and legs, and eventually all that was left was the forehead vine. Jojo smiled, her kunai swirling around that point, “I must be careful here, one wrong move and you will die too early.” She would say, licking blood off the side of her cheek as her tongue came back into her mouth. She would smile and with a casual and almost sadistic laugh, she would place her hand on top of that forehead, and with her three hand vines, she would dig out that seed and once she had all of them she would scatter them to the side, watching the boy rot and decompose to nothing before her very eyes. “Rot, and soon be joined by your brethren.” Jojo now moved out, moving towards that research station while her body had droplets of blood covering her, yes today was a highly interesting day indeed.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Decompose notes; Torture words; 4,923/12,500
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[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo had watched the man decompose, and she liked it. It was funny to her for some reason. The frailty of the life of those around a life that steadily becomes nothing more than an absence of thought and depicted courses of knowledgeable gain. Her style of having to perform this mission was just in addition, doomsday oriented to be anything but the ordered cause and effect analysis. Hell, she still had to make it to the facility and no doubt, they were on high alert there for the actual cause of the death for the past individual and now match it to the deaths of those who may be coming up now. Jojo could only understand so much death was necessary but she happened to be taking out more death and more lives would find their wills and souls on the tips of her vines and kunai by the end of tonight. She knew it to be true and she knew it was going to be rough. Her very understanding was going to be destroyed, her defensive nature itself was also going to be destroyed, and she knew it was going to be if she was not able to control her side of the life and her mental corporation of her own knowledgeable gains. Jojo’s style of living, it had corrupted itself many times however, she moved easier in her life, moved easier by forgetting. She was told she had forgotten her memories and her own life multiple times and even though she had done so with so many instances of forgetting, she was told that her past was too hard for her to comprehend, too hard for her to keep up with and she would keep on attempting it, attempting to stay alive and steadily ahead of what she could not maintain in her own orderly life style. It was odd, she knew she could not maintain a life of deceit, maybe which was why she now moved with the purpose of fulfilling the mission. The rain now flowing down to the earth harder now. She absolutely understood the pains of this torment and now she would utilize it to the fullest of her attributes. The factors of which she could utilize to the highest degrees of knowledge and yet also compatible to the beneficiary factors of what she could or could not use to her best delicate and intricate substances. Jojo would look around at the rotted corpse, the very body that had broken down in front of her and had collapsed into piles of ash and dust. She had moved back to the actual pile of the dead, looking around inside the soot and decomposition of stuff. She sifted her hand around, as she would aim to find some form of identification of this individual. Yes, this would prove to be the kind of thing she needed for her absolutely motivational needs and desires. It was the very idea behind it that brought to mind how Jojo would begin investigating who the familiar person was. It was an old time Kaguya individual, while happening to be also content with now picking up that very grip of the identification card. “So, this individual here is named Jinto…” She would smile, remembering this person better now that she knew his name. What he was about and what he had utilized in her own life and those around which she could understand to some mannerisms of their own utilization. Her thoughts on this individual were calm ones, sad ones, and yet in the midst she also remembered him vaguely as the nicest guy in the facility too.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Solo notes; Identification words; 5531/12,500
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[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo would keep moving through her styles of life, moving her frame of the natural movements, as she would arrive to the place that held all of what she hated now. Hate seemed to be what she had more of now in the mannerisms of what one could ironically call the expansion of the very method of knowing their complete world is turned upside down. The initial ideology of the ones who put her through so much pain in the procedures that expanded and interpolated the notice of such things was truly something other than her own grace. Her eyes forming themselves and focusing on the iconic behaviors of what she could initially find a hatred for in some aspect of the beings that warped their minds over the process and procedures of controlling the Zassou to the point of making more than necessary copies of them. Jojo already had to deal with one of these copies with the decay of the body she put him through, and without a doubt she knew the rest of the Zassou seeds that were cultivated from her body were already in use of the other researchers and experiments. Jojo could just tell that it was happening. The green haired kunoichi would move briskly through the land, her feet making small footsteps of irregularity and uncertainty as she had arrived in front of the facility. The outlying guard stations were empty, her eyes perusing through the materials inside them as she wondered just what happened to the guards. In her general knowledge, there were guards stationed everywhere in this place, all over as needed and in some degree were placed strategically for those who would run away and like the AnBu of the Main Villages, would leave and exterminate when necessary. This core belief of implanting seeds into someone was going to be the very death of what she aimed to destroy, and it all lied with her mother. The mother whom abandoned her, the mother who aimed to undo what should not be. Her hatred for the mother who revealed that she had no memories, that Jojo could never learn the things of her past without destroying herself. This very thing indefinitely made Jojo fearful of her life, to the point that she never wanted to see it in its very true fragile thoughts again. This was her life; she would live and die with it on her own terms. Jojo kept walking, moving into the facility as her eyes traced the walls in its very unnatural formula, looking for clues as to why it was so quiet. She had nothing to go off, her hand moving through the walls, her vines extended to sweep along the ground ahead of her like a blind person. Sure enough, something happened in her eyes, for the lights were out, and the lights being out only meant one of a great many things, the place had come under attack. To Jojo this meant many things, for one it meant that she could actually not kill everyone here, she could be happy with her mother again, or at least partially happy because the experimentations would stop. To Jojo that meant the world to her because then she did not have to deal with the constant screaming, mumbling, and destruction of such beings as herself to the point that she would initially become a potential danger to herself. This was more than a private game of pool though, as she would begin to think more on what could have happened to this place. In Jojo’s eyes there was more darkness shrouding this place than ever let on. Jojo’s features would go into that of a scrunched up face, as her eyes would only widen up with an equivalently arrogant face, as she would look about this place in a natural aspect of thinking as her face would look about with a calm prospect. The very nature of this place would be calmly integrating to her thought of this place. Jojo would look out there, looking at the aspects of the walls as she traveled into the place, her eyes looking around, as she would only smile with a calm collection to her mental ability. She knew very little with this zone of the area around her mental capacity with the aspects of her own integrated mental capacity. She could equivalently smile and understand the natures of what she could think about, and further more what she could maintain in that natural collection of mental stability. Jojo moved and would trip over something in the dark, her vines had not accounted for this of what she tripped over as her legs caught under herself as she fell down and would widen her eyes interested in just what there was in that intellect of what she could have tripped over in some manner. The young kunoichi’s eyes looked around, then back at what had tripped her, as she would peer at what it happened to be, her eyes picking up traces of blood along the ground in the lowlight of illuminating thought. She just did not know what there was around this place in her mental aspect. Most of this place was covered in blood; she just did not notice it now when she would look about and think calmly in such mannerisms while moving her frame back and forth around here. She happened to think upon things, recon and contemplate them as she would think of what was around her in this place of places, this area of complete and utter death in what she understood and completely what she knew what her eyes could look around what happened to be around this area. Jojo understood that this place was covered in blood, but she could not tell just how much there was in the recognitions of what her footsteps of walking through the paces of what was around. Her eyes looking about, as she would feel with her vines extended from her hands as she found a pool of liquid. “Blood, unknown bodies on the ground, and I think more so that these are from the guards that are missing. It is interesting what happens around here. Yet I wonder, just who could have done all of this?” Jojo would question, asking herself as she retracted her vines, moving about outwardly, as she would look at the expanse of the air around her. Figuratively moved her frame mobile to those that held her mental stability during the experiments that held her in the conceptions of what one could do with the dangerous vines of what she could interest herself in this ideology. The very idea behind what one could figure out in the forms of what she could interest her in such curiosity. The interest she held in her mental capacity would allow her to figure herself in the formulations of what transpired here. The blood that coated the floor to which she would move through; traveling into it with a grimace in such things. Her mere tranquility of mental stability held together as she moved with the format of her footsteps echoing through the coated bloody halls of her temperance and diabolical amusement that was unknown and unrequested of her self-esteem. Jojo would relinquish her mind though, for she was on a mission, a mission she would perplex herself through fully. Jojo knew that she herself had to do this for she was asked to go through with killing the place of Zassou, the researchers and her mother and for what purpose, what could possibly be gained through the killing of these people. Jojo could not understand just what the prospects of her own universal situation of knowledgeable gain and falsely accused individuals could hide out here yet she knew it not to be so. There were reasons to be executed, horrid as they would be or can assume to become disgruntled by such inefficient things as this could happen to become, she knew there were reasons and to question orders were of no consequence or could ever become to the absolute formulation of such things. Jojo could only understand the deaths of the researchers while her mother’s was unjustified but as she moved more through the research station and the controls of everything around her she would only assume that certain majestic things could be accounted for in the divinity of what her eyes could utilize or at least see under the correct digits. Jojo moved more, her body excelling in moving with a swift movement as her eyes would only accustom themselves to viewing everything around her as a potentially equal target. Just as she would only hope and maintain the distance as she moved to what she could potentially interest herself in the aspects of her eyes maintaining a systematic pull of her mental strain and scientific breakthrough as her feet moved faster through the underground’s passage. Her eyes looking and watching all that would occur around her. The bodily frame she had with her illuminated thought process as she moved with a speed of fist and foot and a few slippery footholds around the ground. The movements of her hand and foot, bodily posture and excellent form as she moved with a slip as her body fell down. Sliding underneath what felt like twenty desks as the room she entered now was large and white, panels everywhere while in the very center was a body, a decomposed body as she would mutter under her breath. “Removal of the Zassou seeds, even they experimented on such beings here?” she questioned as a clapping sound started. Jojo would whirl around with her leg doing the main pull of swirling on a pivot in the stretch of pooling blood. Jojo’s body continued to move, her eyes looked for where the clapping was coming from until she finally spotted where it came from. Exactly as her eyes narrowed in and spotted as she would look and notice the individual, the person who is the usual night guard but also the person who happened to be one of the elders for the Kaguya. Her eyes instantly went to him and widened her eyes as she saw the lightly illuminate the field or room from all the panels. Where the blood was, there would be red light streaming through it as she would glare, her eyes looking with a complete and mental recap of what she would hold herself up and look at him. She looked upon his body seeing none of the visible Zassou holes as she would try to formulate an exact plan as to what there was in such an individual of her eyes looking upon him. Trying to figure him out, to try to formulate some manner of natural knowledge as to try to think and understand just what he was doing in this place to begin within that very uncouth behavior behind himself in such a manner of in genuine behavior. Jojo watched him, his white lab coat stained with blood as she would recognize the name in the manner of what she could utilize in her mental cap. The being before her was named Kaguya Riko. Yes, the individual she had met many times had a few good conversations with him as well and none of which had wound up with her thinking he would be like this. Jojo knew that he killed the guards, or he would be dead as the guards she passed just moments earlier. “What happened here Riko-san?” She would ask with a calm intellect with trying to detect and thoroughly understand just what he was saying. Her question reverberated through the walls until she would assume Riko was ready to answer her questions. Her questions of life and death, why individuals had to die and why some had to live while she would be looking at this place and try to figure just what this place had to offer in such a factor in her own interest. Jojo knew very little about this man is fighting styles aside from the fact that she knew he was a damn good surgeon in the medical fields of battle. Jojo would move her frame to the left, her eyes watching as a series of bone bullets sank into the wall beside her as she would widen her eyes and looked back at him, “Oh is the little girl of the Zassou actually asking me that? Why does a murderer kill, why does a rapist rape, why does a thief steal, and why do the victims all die? To all these questions I have a single answer, to feel alive!” Riko rushed forwards now, digging a bone from his shoulder as he would already be swinging as Jojo would widen her eyes and back flip away with her frame moving in similar motion. She dodged with a narrow escape from the crazed man’s blade swinging about. Jojo personally could not figure this person out, nor his attack patterns in the same manner. Her movements all calculated as she would move away with narrow escapes from his blades. Forwards and backwards she moved, her eyes watching the blade with every movement as she would move her frame and looking about with a casual look that was always being one for calculating, her frame directly proportional to her momentary guidance of her frame and smile. Jojo would be watching his moves, catching them as she would move side to side to a rhythm as her eyes watched and her body adjusted itself to every push, pull, and fragmented beauty of such things. She ultimately could not be furnished the ultimate and adjusted beauty of the movements as she could have possible churned up with her past. She could not win this fight at all. If she were a head on fighter, her arm pushing vines out to capture the man’s wrist to disarm him, yet she found that her momentum was still too slow. Her body captured with her own vines and thrown to the side with a coughing out of her mouth as all the air was knocked out of her body. The widening of her eyes when it occurred as she would find herself being dragged now, a sword sticking through her clothing as she would find herself thrown into a deeper pool of blood. Her body covered in it now as she would thoroughly stand up and look at him as she would growl, her vines extending from the palms of her hands as she would watch and listen with a calm divinity to her mental assets. It was time to kill; the very moment one had ever noticed that time coming, that it had to be now. The genin’s blood-covered body would initially get back up, the vines forming out of her as she would look at him with enraged eyes. The blood soaking her body was far more unnatural that what one could normally say was the average account of what she could utilize in the nature of what she could see in her future. The future that could not be what she had ever hoped for in neither her life nor the manner of being in her own useful territory. She could only do what had to be done, no more and no less to the actuality, this fighting was bringing about. Her body flying forwards, propelled by the vines of her feet pushing like springs as she would rush forwards and ideally spin as well, the sword coming in while she would spin up. Around that blade that swung around to lop her head off until she would push her belly button vine out, this vine springing out with a fully loaded shotgun effect as it would shoot through that face, the vine cutting into and through that direct skull of a man as she would smile with the vine crushing the man’s skull. Jojo had sent the vine directly through the eye socket, having driven the crazed man even wilder as she would groan in disgust of this individual with the sound reverberating from her lips. She would pop her neck and then retract her vines as the body of the man fell, her eyes watching him as she would shake her head and move out and away, too disgusted to deal with a man that was as crazed as that. Her eyes closed as she would shake her head and then move her body forwards, stepping over him as she would open the doors and begin moving through the grounds as her eyes followed a momentary presence of clean in this entire place. Her feet making soft padded steps as she moved through the facility faster, more steadfast with the accounted stepping she had to take thoroughly making headway through the passages that assumed some pillar of control over the structure of the entire building. Jojo herself did not understand it all but she knew she had to do something about this place or else she could quite effectively die by the hands of the one who ordered her to undergo this mission. Jojo’s footsteps soon grew quiet, her eyes opening as she would appear on the other end of a door, the room darker yet lit by candles. Candlelight being the main illumination here in this room, she could only assume that whoever she would fight, if anyone, was a fire based ninjutsu master. Her steady frame shaking lightly from the heat of the flames around her, pathetic for a Kaguya to do such an act yet at the same instance she would merely find a congressional manner of perfecting her momentary disgruntled rage she healed within her mind. The moment when she would appear here, she knew that someone would die, and she knew it would not be her, it almost appeared as if the last of the researchers would each have taken a room of research for themselves. Something she did not foresee yet she knew was quite possible given the identities of each of the individuals that perpetually persisted on stopping Jojo from successfully managing her mission, her exploding tags all in her pouch but she had to get to the center, to make sure that the building would collapse in on itself. To destroy the remnants once she escaped and was home free in the clear of this building and everything else here. The next individual was meditating; a Zen style of meditation as Jojo could see from the stance the individual took from her meditation of such a manner. Jojo herself could understand that this was going to be difficult to undertake if such a calm person was the fighter, yet Jojo knew that fighting with fire beget blood, and blood that was beget would eventually boil and become rage. Jojo herself already killed two of the individuals that were affiliated with this station and its very useful concentration of the design behind the meager destructive forefront of this manor. Killing the rest to her was mere Kaguya nature, yet to her she understood few had the powers of Shikotsumyaku and the man she just killed may have been the only one but she could not be certain. No, it was rather she just could never be completely certain of this culture of what one could or could not do. In the mean time of what she undertook in her wings and understood what one could or could not perform in any regard of the nature she followed suit in and under of which understanding could occur with her steady and sturdy thought process. Jojo understood a good many things, the very moment when one brushed the pathways to heaven or the trickery deserts of hell all corresponded with one another to the points of what Jojo would see as a code, a code of which one could ultimately see and overthrow as a deceptive death to her own utilization of life. Jojo could only know so much, where the woman who rose from her position held a long history of being a holder of much knowledge, and as Jojo suspected she noticed this woman also become fluent in the arts of the Zassou culture as well. “They have gotten to you now as well I see. Here to kill trespassers as well I can see or are you here to merely interrogate and leave as was your purpose from the beginning of the experiment of the Zassou I was told. To dig into the minds of those who are lost and drag them out to the deaths of the world around us would it not be such a similar fate?” Jojo knew nothing of fate though with no real moment of knowledge about her own self in such manners and doctrines of things. Jojo’s own words flew through the words like kunai, the political debate of someone’s own duty was a fluid conversation that held many backtracks to the point of which one could ultimately see and undo their pasts of undisputable powerful old age that resounded and reverberated within the hallowed halls of knowledgeable background. However, with such a terrifying hold on one’s own momentary insignificance to that of a life of solitude and ballistic data, one can ultimately see their lives becoming nothing more than an illusion. A moment to believe one would truly be alive to find themselves dead, “Is the little one trying to be polite to start a debate with me or is she merely trying to save her own skin and stride away from death a many times over. You should have died a great long time ago, back when you had your chuunin trial with the traitorous father of your worthless Kaguya ass. However yes, you live. Breathing and occupying the space of the pureblood Kaguya, and I had to be dragged into this mess to watch over your green head, to make certain you were not harmed by your own incompetence. It must feel truly good to let go of all those memories, of all the initial points of solitude and death you pushed onto yourself in this life of yours. “You are pitiful, a child with merely birthright to the council of Kaguya. You are nothing more than trash to those of us that deem it so. Not only that but you know full well what the Kaguya do to those who cannot hold their own in the styles of war in this day and age.” Jojo had stood there, listening to her voice and words fill the air that surrounded her and the pitiful noises she heard when she looked out past the woman to spot a hostage as well. Jojo had to think what would be best to do in this situation. Allow an innocent to come to harm and to eliminate those certain individuals by the futile plot. Of which she could not fully see reason in dying for if it were her own fate to die in a place like this. Her hand would lift up a kunai, holding it steady and true in her grip as she would extend the vines, allowing them to wrap around the kunai as she would shake her head and effectively spin the kunai around and around in a repetition circle of her hand and a smile spreading from cheek to cheek on her lips. The spinning of the kunai with the vines holding it were altogether ultimately useful in their endeavor to hold and withstand that of most fatal things, her body shuttling to the side as she immediately saw several fire balls flying at her. “Damn it, is everyone in this god forsaken place crazed or what!?” She would question with her eyes wide when she noticed an individual shunshin past and behind Jojo, using multiple hand seals throw Jojo off what would be coming about. That was until she noticed the one thing that made this jutsu more useful than others did, fire spreading out of those lips as she would widen her eyes, Jojo swinging that kunai around while ducking under the fire. The kunai grazed the woman’s face, a cut deep into the cheek while the fire that she blew out of her mouth seemed to close the wound with a terrifying fire that would destroy the ground underneath her in an outbreak that Jojo knew all too well. The knowledge that one could or could not utilize the happiness in this justified act of death and destruction of many Kaguya in her own mental world to the bliss of the calm that can occur. Jojo only smiled, her eyes looking with a completely and utterly run of the mill attack as she would spin out and watch this individual plotting and planning as her eyes looked and whirled about with her eyes looking at this foolish woman. A woman too confused with the manner of what one could or could not believe in their useful mannerisms of what one could usefully utilize as her attacking pattern. Her kunai attached to vines was spinning with a swirl around her head as she would only smile with a genuine grin about her face. It was such a manner of what one could or could not utilize in such a manner. The kunoichi with a very poor excuse of a genuine dial of her own mental stability to the manufactured forefronts of the mental stability and possible joys of what one could or could not organize in the timely demise of natural fortitude of life and death. It was the fortitude and momentary affection of their own mental stability as she would use her own against an individual who kept attacking with a forefront of definite and decisive battle experience. Jojo’s own was not the best in the world nor would it perfect itself in the manner that she had to have by the night’s end. Jojo’s behavior of this fight was natural; it was manner in its own belief while she would look about with the very behavior of what she would or would not manner in such a consultation of certainty behind such a thing. The personal and mental capacity to this individual was quite unnatural as Jojo would watch this woman attack yet again; mixing speed with indirect formulation to their own perfected favors to their own natural belief and narcotic attack pattern. The very brief moment that Jojo had spotted an attack that she could get through finally would appear itself and show itself through her mental stability and very imperfection of knowledgeable gain and perseverance of thought. Jojo would giggle and grin with a moment of gaining and maintaining her mental identity of thought process through which she would perceive a grander thought process to her mental capacity and capability to the importance behind her mental gain and finish. The things in her mind were similar to the belief that she would use her significant thought and perplexed thought to which she would utilize and maintain her use of complete and corrective attack process through this point. The point that would ideally be what she could utilize to the directive. Directive being the extermination of these foolish beings, Jojo could only use so much against this being of fire and she would duck down once more. Her opponent having that fire flow out from over her head as she would release her vines on this individual. She would find herself being flowed out from the disruptive and casual flow of the natural wonders. Her eyes watching the fire flare out as she would struggle, “No way will I allow the fire to catch me.” She would say as her vines shot directly through the legs of this woman, penetrating and driving through that woman’s legs and bones, destroying that body for its bones that related to Jojo’s clan with this individual. Her attack was sustained, her destructive ability flowing from the vine as it latched and would fling from there on up and around this woman as she would lift and pulverize this person with a great many attacks in this individual. Such attacks that all perpetuated and disintegrated this individual, into that which quite decisively shows the terrifying death by fire in a person’s own rank. The attack that would make fire destroys fire as she would widen her attack range. Her thought process to which she would ultimately find a way to destroy and kill this person; Jojo would only smile and with it effectively fulfilling her own natural order of calming thought process. This person found a kunai driving itself into that heart soon after as she would feel the splatter of blood from this person’s heart flutter out as she would only look out. To blink in the manner as she would smile and manner her mental thought as she would run repeatedly through the place as she would find this person falling to the ground with a direct confrontation of a deadly prospect of concentrated thought. Jojo would only smile though, her mental capacity coming through her moment to moment and effectively flowing from place to place as well. Only Jojo could use her mental capacity to some manner as she would pop her neck and try to fortify her skills to the utmost effect as she ultimately had to manage and partake in the gains and losses of her own usefulness. It was something from a long time coming that would gradually try to become something quite unreasoned in this place of destruction and utter absolute death. The dramatic styles of killing someone thoroughly had never crossed her mind until now as she would move through the final rooms of the building. Her eyes watching and formulating the pathways of what she could ultimately formulate her mental capacity to that of an absolution in the matter of days in which she would ultimately find her way through the night of nights, the day of days, the end of the beginning as it were. All of this formulated into that which completely opened up to Jojo as she entered the main research lab. Jojo herself knew that she could ultimately maintain in her mind and decisively entered the knowledge and formatted belief that one could always trust and maintain in useful serenity. She would watch the woman she had just stabbed spill a pillar of oil and fire, the oil rushing down onto her body as Jojo would watch that fire captivate that body into a destructive force. Jojo noticed and maintained this form as she would quietly notice a death that was captivated by fire. Jojo would only smile as her eyes watched with a consecutive formula to which she would notice and ideally perpetuate herself over. Jojo found herself searching through the very different formulations of different aspects of her mental stability. She could only usefully use her matter of words so many times in her line of thought and momentary process of dynamic fighting capability to which she would understandably suggest her mental consultation to prescribe and utilize her useful deceptions of mental and formulated capacities in a single and utmost description of decisive battle plans. Her own useful and thorough concept of understanding portrayed and mentally came about with a very significant view of standpoint behind that which she could understand as something she could always maintain in some manner of being. This very great and outstanding individual had ultimately sent her so many grand vibes for training and sent her into that of what she could utilize to a degree of momentary belief and select knowledge of ultimate and prospective understanding. Jojo kept at it thought, her mental correspondence to the ultimate and formulation of mental understanding that she would completely and utterly maintain herself to the aspects one could maintain and utterly simplify a grand and average simplification and utter usual thought process to one own modification. She read over all the documents, maintained the knowledge that could be gained from doing something like that when it came to the very destruction and momentary finish of their own mental corresponding game and thoughtful delicacy of destruction. This ultimate sacrificial and momentary turnouts and destructive thought process to their own usefulness. Jojo knew so much of the clan already however when she read these papers, the destruction of one’s own body when their seeds were ripped out, their life forces were exponentially linked to their own body’s growth hormone control. These papers proved ultimately grateful to their own prospect of usefulness. Jojo knew only a little compared to the scrolls that represented what would exponentially force her to think on and utilize their own corresponding presence of the sensual prospect of being a Zassou. It was the personal beliefs that were in the way though, as Jojo foreseen in the papers itself. Jojo would frown when looking over these files, her eyes looking up and over with a purpose behind her useful crisscross to something she would never know something in which she would prospectively use her enhanced and momentary beneficial mindset of understanding and wonderful conscience behind her own self-esteem. She knew little yet as she read these papers, her knowledge grew. “So all subjects over the past few years have lost their memories due to the procedures? This only shows that one cannot believe in the terrifying aspects of a place like this. Initially something like this can only show how a threat can be made. No wonder I was ordered to destroy this place, the more Zassou that are made, the more mindless terrors that are made and used to fight in the war.” To Jojo she could just find that it was morally wrong to make mindless and memory lacking soldiers that just ultimately provide no guidance to the war that happen to appear quite deceptive in nature too. It seems that only a few have kept their memories and yet as it seems only one subject lost all memories as well that seemed to happen to be a direct descendant of Jojo. Jojo understood very little about this matter. Her mind was blown as this was while she would create a posture and momentary guidance software of a thing that ultimately appeared and denied itself to the fullest abilities. To which Jojo would appear having only understood so much of the low blows and this would be one of them as she would utilize the momentary passage of thought process and guidance systems of mental concern as she would hear something snap underfoot. A matter of decisive thought and process began to form in her mind as she would notice what had broken was a vile. A flask as she would whirl around, the person standing at the door was her mother and two beings instantly appeared to the sides of Jojo. She would look side to side seeing two of the first experiments aside from herself in this manner of moment and perplexed belief in something she would ultimately use to her fullest extent of the word. She knew very little in such manners yet she would perfect and mannerly maintain in her utilization of momentary mental stability as she would notice who these two were while looking at her mother. Jojo’s eyes widened as she saw the vines string her up, wrapping her arms up and her legs, lifting her up into the air as she would widen her eyes and look around, “What, what are you doing?” She would question as her eyes peered at the two and then to mother who happened to be dressed in lab coat stained in blood like these two. “Well it is time for your monthly check up and was wondering just how you got in here without alerting any of the guards.” She would have a sick smile on her face, something Jojo just was not used to when it came to her mother and Jojo was frightened. For once in her life she was afraid she would not be able to live another day with these people holding her tightly with the holds of their vines while she would look at her mother’s perfected form. Jojo knew little of her mother, yet she knew enough to tell that this just was not like her. “I must have not done well enough if I was to be caught like this then, granted I had the facility layout to fall back on.” Jojo heard the woman laughing, or rather cackling as she would see her nodding, “That you did my little Jo that you did. So what brought you here if it weren’t for the dreadful checkups because clearly you were avoiding detection and killing all those poor doctors when you came around as well?” Jojo would shake her head, “I came because I was asked to destroy this facility and kill all the researchers.” She would reply her orders firm and her belief strong in such natures as she would only grimace when she felt a vine groping her as her mother seemed to disapprove as well. Her mother’s vineyard dance shooting directly through the man’s head soon enough for Jojo to see his name tag reading Dororo before he fell to a crippling death, Jojo about to fall before she noted the other person, the woman she knew all too well as a bunk mate named Himikata take up the slack. Jojo understood the will to please, it was one she knew all too well as she would look at her mother and shake her head, “You will die mother, you and everyone else hear will be buried beneath the rubble of the bullshit you all hold sacred.” It was then that Jojo would feel the slap to her face, the slap of an angered woman smacking her face as she would feel the blood flowing down and dripping as she would only smile and with a conscious thought, she would smile. Allowing her sleeves to open up and allow kunai to cut her arms free, “Too slow,” Himikata would say as she used the vines for Jojo’s feet to boulder slam Jojo to the ground, but it was a slow gesture for the strength as Jojo would already have throw the two kunai directly into this woman’s gut and chest. “You were too slow Himikata.” Jojo then moved her face to look at her mother directly, gripping a single syringe she would look at her mother and smiled, I will cut you dry mother, cut you dry from the very fact that you would have done the same to me. Over the course of the next thirty minutes Jojo had constructed and utilized electro therapy to keep her mother from using her vines, the one weakness her mother had ever had at all while Jojo would cut her mother apart with the syringe, cutting every vine out of her mother and watching her decay to death, “Die. It is what you deserve.” Jojo went on though, placing her many paper bombs onto the main building’s pillar of alignment before rushing out of there she would watch the place crumble. The rubble shaking and the entire building were becoming nothing but a crater fallen in on itself as she would bless the earth to keep it held and the sky to make foliage cover it quickly. Jojo was not a completely religious person, but a connection to all things made something futile and utterly complete in the moments that she could understand at that time. “Mother… Why…” And the nights that followed were a brand new set of nightmares that flowed out of Jojo, her directive finished and yet her mental stability further from the aspects of the full truth. What will become of Jojo now that she wiped out the links to her mother, what will she do with her bloodied soul that may not live to see the next light of the full moon, only time and healing can predict this without a helping hand she cripples herself in suffering. The days passed, the moments of the nightmares coming to rest while Jojo still had her personal ghosts to deal with from the accidents there in folded between them and ultimately she would find her mental capacity formatted to adjusting her knowledge around all things known. It was such a thing as knowing one who could perceive the death, it was another to know that you have killed but will do it again, which left Jojo with a great many questions. Is she a killer or an ally of justice? Her mental notes of such things all led to the fact that she was neither of these things. She was a puppet formulated and used by her village as they saw fit and now she would only have to keep this up, to become a true shinobi and a true puppet of the village. Her feelings, her dreams, her hopes, all of it had to become one with serving the village and her mother’s death only strengthened the fact as those too weak to serve will turn on themselves, to become something far more dangerous and evil that Jojo herself could never admittedly do not believe in herself in becoming to the utmost of her knowledgeable gain, she opened her eyes and a new day would spring forth for her. Her body moving with the utmost of jovial knowledge and gain to the aspects of knowing where such a road may take you. Jojo herself knew not where this road would lead but where it would end up on the other ends of the far spectrum of her life.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Death notes; Fin words; 12,507/12,500
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