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on Sat Jun 17, 2017 7:12 pm
Rebirth.

There was a great field in the midst of the southernmost woods in Konohgakure called the Pasture. It was a field of about 1,000 meters  worth of wheat, rice, and farmland of all kinds. Trees were furnished amidst the outsides of this large field all around, and at the end of it was a cliff. Right across the cliff was a great waterfall that fell into the depths of split earth for about two hundred meters below. This small… island, was the most private of areas in Konohagkaure and was for the most part owned by the oldest Senju family in the land. Mithrandir had into the private property whilst a great multitutde of workers tilled the land, there to sell himself into a kind of slavery to the owner of the property. Oita Senju was the man’s name, the wealthiest farmer in all of the Fire Nation. He owned the Fire woods essentially, and the land had been passed down to through his generations from the time of Avalon Senju until now. In the Eastern part of the property, hidden in the trees was a large mansion where this wealthy Senju family resided. They were a good one hundred meters away from the great field in which their workers worked, and thus it was quite easy for them to keep in an eye on their stocks whilst living in the lap of luxury. The home was roughly 10,000 sq. feet, more than enough to hold twenty or more people, and perfectly kept and manicured to the point of flawlessness. It was the kind of place that one could only envision during the most beautiful part of the day, its architecture perfectly designed to look dazzling in the sunlight. Trees protected the tops of the great mansion, and it was hedged all around by well kept plants.

Wearing black boots, navy pants and a white shirt, the blond-haired Morning Star approached the front steps of the palace, awaiting the elderly Senju patriarch to arrive in order to address him. Mithrandir stood in the courtyard at this time, patiently waiting. His eyes glowed an ocean blue, and his skin dared to sparkle ever so slightly as he looked up into the lovely blue sky that seemed to smile down back at him. The sun felt so good on his tan skin, and his flesh drank the radiation as heartily as ever. He was caught up in thought for a moment as he peered into the skies, a dream of Arda captivating his mind.

He heard the sound of a large piece of wood being slammed, and lowered his chin to look upwards at the great doors leading into the mansion. The doors had been opened apparently, and a single guard stood holding each individual door back as a two armed men escorted an elderly man and what looked to be his daughter down the steps towards the alien below.

“I suppose you’re the new craftsmen I ordered from Kirigakure?” the old man said, sounding ever so slightly annoyed.

Mithrandir was a bit startled by the man’s words and was not quite sure as to how to respond; he had forgotten to make a cover story to explain his… origins.
Before he could formulate a reply, the old man, whose face only came up to Mithrandir’s waist, came within inches of him.
Oita began touching and feeling on the arms, pecs, and back of Mithrandir, sizing him up like an animal in the herd would be before being purchased by a farmer. Mithrandir, very unknowledgeable about the customs and ways of humankind, was not sure how to react exactly.

“Ahhh. Well built are you young man. You’re like one of the soldiers I used to buy from Galahad in its prime days. Those rock-men were built like oxes! Some of my best workers you know; though we Senju always have had the goods physically you know. I sure hope you can keep up.”

Mithrandir smiled ever so slightly and nodded as the old man returned to facing in front of him, his young daughter a few paces behind. Oita looked Mithrandir straight in his eyes for a long, ackward moment, almost as though he was looking for some other measurable quality wherewith to verify the worth of the man standing in front of him. Without averting his gaze, he spoke aloud to the girl behind him.

“What do you think, Koibita? Shall we put him to work in the fields or is he better served as a personal guard?”

Mithrandir turned his gaze away for the slightest of moments to the girl five meters behind her father, who certainly blushed when their eyes met.

SMACK

The hand of Oita went across Mithrandir’s face the instant his eyes left the old man’s and went to his daughters.

“Workers’s don’t look my daughters in the face, ya hear that son?” the man growled, his eyes having changed from that of a man to that of a wolf or lion.

Mithrandir looked at the man, unflinching and unfazed, and nodded in approval and understanding.

“He’s the quiet and unfocused kind. Built like a lion, thinks like a mouse. Lets put him out in the fields, that’s where he will be most useful. Only the civilized get to work directly on the property.”

And with those words, Oita dismissed Mithrandir and returned to the inside of the house. His daughter, Koibita, made eye contact with Mithrandir once more before returning with her father up the stairs and back inside of their great home. The two guards who closed the doors after their entrance then went down the stairs and would escort Mithrandir off the grounds of the property where they had brought him, and back to the fields where he would find his new home and workplace. Several hundred meters across from the woods that encased the Senju mansion, were the living quarters of the workers. It appeared there were various small homes where four men a house stayed. The homes consisted of an enormous living room, an upstairs, a kitchen and a bathroom. Two lived in the room downstairs and two upstairs; the kitchen and bathroom were shared by them all. The houses were made in a splintering fashion out into the woods for some ways, and in the center of these homes was a town-square if you will. A meeting place in which trade, drink, dance, and fireplaces would take place. It appeared the workers had a small village of their own in which they would commune and even exchange goods. Mithrandir found it quite fascinating that so many were given to a life such as this; it excited him nonetheless.

A year later…

Mithrandir had made something of himself on the plantation. His physicality had given him, no doubt, the ability to work at an astounding pace, such that impressed all around him. He had never given his name and thus was called “Kenta” while there due to his massive strength and how well he was built. It was soon discovered that he also had a certain talent with being a craftsman as well. He was very formidable at building and repairing all manner of things, as well as tending to animals. Something of an animal whisperer, he was used to tame those beasts which were the most difficult to bring under subjection, and soon was indeed given many a job to do on the mansion grounds. During this time he had developed something of a silent relationship with Koibita, the daughter of the plantation owner. She seemed to always be watching him when he was working on the mansion grounds. He of course avoided speaking to her or even making eye contact, but nevertheless noticed.
His favourite part of all of it was nighttime in the workers village. There, in the town square, all workers would sit near the fire and tell stories over beer and burgers. Mithrandir had done his best to convince his fellow workmen of a vegetarian diet, but his healthy soups hadn’t exactly caught on too well. There was one time when many a worker fell ill due to a virus that had come in from the north, leaving almost 40% of the workforce bedridden. Oita had spent a pretty penny on doctors and the like to treat his workers but to no avail. Mithrandir, or Kenta as he was called, had almost magically healed them all within a week due to his healthy soups. Since then he was often nicknamed “Doc” or “The Spring Angel” by his fellows; but soon after their health returned, so did their desire for the beer and burgers. The feeling of laughing, jeering, and even fighting with comrades was unlike anything Mithrandir could ever remember experiencing. He felt for the first time… like he belonged somewhere. His destiny… no longer mattered. It was an event that was in the past, as were all characters associated with it.

At this point in the story the reader is likely wondering what on Earth the Aeserian god was doing selling himself into slavery in the southernmost part of a Senju province, and getting slapped clean across the face by a 90-year old man…
Well, Mithrandir had left the cave after speaking with Kurotsuchi and Theophania, and gone straight into the outermost parts of Konohagakure. He was not hiding, but simply moving. His soul had not been downtrodden by the words of the Oracle, but rather a period of purification was he going through. A time in which he would, for the first time, choose what he wanted to be instead of beliving that he was indefinitely whatever it was the ancient words had told him. Instead of a belief in destiny, he began to believe in his will. It was against Aeserian culture to doubt one’s place in the great play of the gods, but he dared to do it. The Aesir were gone; and it was by his doing. He murdered almost everyone he had ever loved and grown up with. One could almost consider him to be much like Itachi in this regard. He had done it for what he believed to be a good reason; for the embetterment of the universe, or so he thought. In truth, he had been brought to the darkside and lost his way. Then he had been ripped from the dimension of his imprisonment to Earth. Confused, he had walked about the Earth as a lion seeking whom he may devour. He had thought he’d come to the Earth to rid it of the evil of the Vanir, to subdue mankind and make all things in the world subservient to the will of the Aeriopax. But this was nothing more than the remnants of an idea planted in his mind by Abraxas Ootsutsuki; echoing through his soul like a song one cannot forget due to hearing it on replay for so long. Mithrandir had been brandished with this wicked desire by the dark lord, and had indeed succeeded in doing it to Arda; thus devouring the world and its star essentially. Now, he had awoken from his slumber, and the only thing he knew was to rinse and repeat. Never had he asked himself, however, why he was there to do it. Nor did he question the false memories he had of the past, his mind so warped and twisted as to have been reading the wrong record of his own life. But in hearing the words of the oracle, of Theopania, his sensibilities had returned to him, and he was once more the Mithrandir he was before Tifa had led him down the path of darkness. He was who he was meant to be, in other words, and not who he had become. This was a second chance for Mithrandir, the son of Illuvatar, the Morning Star, to become something that represented light and goodness instead of darkness and ruin. Repentance was comely for the prince, and his countenance had lost the luster and glory it once had for the time being; only to be later replaced by an even greater and most powerful gleam to which the eyes of man, Vanirian nor Aeserian has ever seen.

For the moment… he was something he had not been in centuries; content. He had won the favour of his fellows, the guards, and even now Oita. The daughter of the old man had eyes for Mithrandir, and though he did not have his Galagan, he could feel it whenver near her. Her loveliness was something that he admittedly found to be a comfort to him. She had a kind of innocence and purity that he knew he was now wise enough to appreciate. He was not one of those who was super guarded now that he realized he had been so harshly beguiled by the woman whom he fell in love with - Theophania. Rather, he had forgiven her and chosen to simply move on and look for what was best. Things on Earth were so much more simple than on other worlds he had been on. He had always been rather disappointed by the dullness of Kurotsuchi’s approach to his ways of living on the planet. However for the first time he understood that to live among a people lesser than oneself was in many ways better than to subdue it. It is lonely at the top; especially when one no longer has a people to reign with. The Senju were his people now, and his new regenerated heart was now capable of accepting that. And so now he walked among men - as a man. He worked and toiled, as men work and toil. He began to have feelings for a girl, and desire a life of nothing more complicated than work, service, and time alone with that girl. Perhaps he would even start a family or become a city man. He cared no longer to look into the future and divine it with perfect accuracy has was the Aeserian way. He was in heaven now, and there was no need to go elsewhere in time to find it.

So begins the next chapter in the life of Mithrandir...

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on Mon Jun 19, 2017 6:50 pm
THE CROWNLESS AGAIN SHALL BE KING;
FOR HE IS THE END OF ALL THINGS.
The sun began to rise in the sky, and the moist green of the Pasture came to life ever so gently. Mithrandir, the most diligent tiller of the lands, walked about the golden wheat stalks as he headed back towards his quarters. He was shirtless and wore on himself dirty green work pants that told the tale of a long day. Back at his cabin, he unclothed himself in preparation for his usual cold shower in the morning. As the cool water ran down his body, the warmth of the sun could finally be felt as he looked to his left and the sun rose just above the trees of the forest. He closed his eyes and thought of all he had up ahead of him that day. He had been called in to fix and even create some fountains in the back of the mansion today. Oita had taken notice of his knack for craftsmanship and his legendary work ethic; today it would be put to use to help re-create a thing most sacred to the old Senju landlord. You see, Oita’s late wife had loved the garden they kept in the back of their home. When she passed a few years ago, Oita had sworn to himself the garden would stay immaculate in her absence, kept to the degree of perfection she demanded while the world’s breath still ran through her. Mithrandir could tell it was a delicate matter purely by the way the topic was presented to him by the messenger. He’d been given the option to bring a team if needed but he’d declined. The work would best be done by his own hands, and those were worth the work of ten men at least. After showering he put on a white v-neck complemented also by white working pants and gloves. Only white was to be worn in the garden apparently, so he acted accordingly. Mithrandir showed up around 8 A.M. in the morning and not a moment later. He was thirty minutes early, and he showed up completely alone. There was not a guard in sight as he entered in through the back door of the mansion, and he looked carefully around himself to ensure he was in the correct location. With a house that large and surrounded by that much land, it was very easy for one to literally get lost. As he came from around the right side of the house to view the entire spectre of the backyard, he knew he had come to the right garden.

The colors of the flowers exploded at him as though they were radiating stars. He had not seen plant life like this on Earth in all his time here; it reminded him of his home world naturally. Grass fixtures, granite fountains, and a large gold field in the back of the house for about two hundred meters made it clear this place was unlike any other in the land. The garden itself was large enough to host a party of one hundred at least, and certainly was the home to one too many birds and small creatures that scampered about as Mithrandir walked into the center therein. He looked outward towards the field, his back to the house, as the sun rose to full flare in the midst of the sky. He loved the sun so much, and not only because of the vast powers it granted him. The star of Arda, Enya, had been like a mother to him. He grew up with no parents, nobody like him or who shared in his nature. The only thing that people seemed to see that was in his likeness was the sun, and he felt so as well. It was almost as if he could feel the heartbeat of stars, solar pulses they were called. A connection absolutely incomprehensible to any other life form save for himself. The Aesir also absorbed rays from the sun to nourish their powerful cells, but his experience was far different. To him, the sun was like an image of his heart plastered across the skies for all to see. He got a bit lost in thought before he heard a rich voice from behind him.

“Sir Kenta… I assume you’ve brought your own tools correct?”

Mithrandir turned to see a tall slender man who was clearly the house butler. He was very well kept and an obviously neat man; studious as well as meticulous in all his ways. He eyed Mithrandir with a kind of restrained awe as he viewed him. He wasn’t the same kind of rugged that most workers were. His muscles, skin tone, and brazen eyes were something of a piece of art, much like the garden. He looked as though he might be part of it in fact, and the butler had a silent appreciation for it.
Mithrandir nodded softly and let out a small smile as the man looked around him and saw not a single tool in sight.

“Very well then. Lunch shall be provided by noon, and I believe lady Koibita will be bringing refreshments before then. Be very careful with the Daffodils will you? If you need anything or have questions, don’t hesitate to knock.”

And with that, the gentlemen disappeared behind the black gate and towards the first door that led into the house.

Mithrandir turned and walked towards the center of the garden where a large statue of what appeared to be a mermaid of sorts reached up about ten meters in height. It was made of sapphire, this statue, and it was clear that it was leaking as well as lacking in a few important features. It was obvious that a storm or perhaps large rodents had chipped away at some parts of the architecture, and left it in a somewhat shammy condition. It was still gorgeous, something that anyone he knew would be more than happy to have in their own garden. Nevertheless, this garden was a homage to the deceased wife of Oita, and nothing less than perfection was acceptable.
Mithrandir’s body was comprised purely of midichlorians and light, a fact not well known about the Aeserian. Attached to his cells, and acting as a perfect conduit of that light was the Chrysanthemum armor that had been bonded to him long ago. One of the best aspects of the armor was that it was able to manipulate his own body more fluidly, thus making him a walking weapon to a level greater than already pronounced. He had told himself that he would not show any of his extraordinary abilities, however, while on the plantation. Only in private would he work any true “miracles”, and even those would be minor. Mithrandir could see with naked eyes the problems with the fountain and that it was scarred all around with wounds from all kinds of birds and various predators. He placed his hands on the vessel and began to rub them all around, releasing his chakra ever so gently inside of it as he used the alchemist within himself to re-arrange the makeup therein. Within seconds the statue had been transformed from a mermaid to an angel of light. The angel, now standing erect with outstretched arms, was angled so that the light from the sun beamed straight through her, illuminating her bluish glory. It reminded him of his Kaisers in the last meeting he had with the Hokage and Mizukage. The sparkle from the statue was complimented by the now fluid water flowing through its hands, mouth and from beneath the skirt the angel wore. The holes through which the water flowed were hidde, adding to the majesty of the artwork and splendor of the purpose. Coming down from it, he then turned to look at the plants all around. They were so well tended that he felt the only thing that could be done was to make them worse. Reminding himself that he was from a planet with advanced plant species help rewrite his perspective, however. The Aesir were the universe’s greatest gardeners, and Mithrandir had literally grown up in a garden. One of such astounding majesty that nothing within this garden would have even been allowed in it; nothing was lovely enough. That was beside the matter, however. He fought himself to remember that the garden was made for a woman and to be kept to a theme that the creator felt suited.

Mithrandir began to walk around then, to look carefully on all around him and see in what ways he could add to the garden without taking away from it. He tried to get more… in tuned with it all. To feel instead of think; after all, he was better at the former. In Aeserian culture, the heart was where thought happened in fact, and it was the place in which true wisdom and empathy resided. In the silent breeze, he began to feel within the garden a kind of feint heartbeat of emotion. Even without the Galagan, apparently, he could sense. Strange though it were, seeing as nothing living was nearby, the feeling grew. Mithrandir began to feel a bit uncomfortable as he was quite well aware that living plants were not something that should be… possible for humans. He began to look around somewhat frantically before turning behind a small tree in the garden and coming face to face with… a woman.

“Hello?” Mithrandir said, a bit uncomfortably. He knew in an instant he was not talking to a human being.

“Hi there. I see my husband has sent you to tend to the garden has he not?”

Mithrandir nodded and smiled faintly. Perhaps this was a maid that normally tended the garden. It seemed strange to him that he had not sensed her presence up until now, and thus the feelings of discomfort continued.

“You’ve done a lovley job with the fountain! It hasn’t shimmered like that since Oita first made it! I see it was accomplished in record time as well, you have some… magical hands there my good sir.”

The woman smiled innocently, though Mithrandir knew instantly that she had been aware of his usage of chakra. Such usage was forbidden to workers as far as he knew, due to the fear that ninjutsu could be used as violence towards the land owners. There was something else in the woman’s eye however, that gave him the impression that she was passing through in a sense.

“Who are you?” Mithrandir said firmly, beginning to distrust the woman.

“I’m the wife of the owner of this home, my dear. I’ve been dead for about 23 years, my daughter Koibita was an infant when I passed. My spirit is capable of lingering here in this garden because my husband put a special seal here years ago that was mixed with my DNA. Thus, I’m a kind of apparition that carries in it the feelings and memories of my old self, but continued on in limited consciousness. A ghost, if you will.”

The words almost set Mithrandir at greater ease. She at least could not tell on him for what she had seen him do.

“I don’t want to do anything to this garden that you wouldn’t… like.” he said respectfully.

The woman drew closer to him and smiled cheerfully.

“To tell you the truth, my husband had more love than he did creativity. What he has done with the garden is quite… lacking. I loved it because there was love here, that was always more important than anything else.
I can see in your eyes this is a truth your heart is coming to understand. Let me get out of your way now, I can see you have much work to do. My daughter is coming soon, I can sense here near; be gentle with her heart.”


The woman winked at Mithrandir and he returned her innuendo with a blush. Then, right before his eyes, the woman walked off and disappeared into thin air. Mithrandir went back to the center of the garden, where he was within view of the highest windows of the house, and looked up to see if any were watching. After securing the premises to the best degree the naked eye can, he knelt before the statue. Placing both hands on the ground, he began to pour greater and greater amounts of chakra into the ground. Like wild smoke, it began to scamper off into the plants and stone fixtures until all was within his ephemeral grasp. He closed his eyes and imagined, only in glimpses, of various features of the great gardens of Arda. The plants slowly conformed to the will of his mental imaginings with deafening speed and liquidity. It was almost as though his chakra was the composer and the garden the orchestra. The music continued and if one was looking on, one would think a great wind had overtaken the garden for the swaying and moving of features of all things present was obvious to all. Mithrandir took a breath and opened his eyes. For a flash of a second, his eyes were white and filled with radiant energy, quickly turning back to normal. The Galagan was off limits for him, but every now and then it would appear with emotional triggers.
Speaking of emotional triggers, just as Mithrandir arose from his work and turned around, he came face to face with Koibita...



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