⌈I am not naive. People die in war. Mothers, fathers, son and daughters. I am nothing special neither are the thousands that have lost their families, we are dust in the wind, cogs in the machine of war, the currency of nations, but I will have my vengeance. I will feel their blood cover my hands, I will watch the light slowly drain from their eyes... It changes nothing. I know that, but I must do it because I need to know the debt is paid. Someday, someone will come for me looking for their own vengeance. All we can hope for in this world is that we satiate our own ambition before our end meets us.⌋
America|| A Horse with No Name
Bryan Adams|| Sound the Bugle
Disturbed || Animal
Korn || Coming Undone
Disturbed | Perfect Insanity
Seether | Truth
Disturbed | The Infection
Live||Lightning Crashes
⌈A debt of blood can never be repaid. It only grows with every new victim until it drowns the world in its red tide. I must admit a part of me, a darker part of me, desires to see it. A world drowning in its own blood.⌋
⌈Nickname⌋
[Ko|Chihasu(Blood Lotus)]
⌈Age⌋
[27]
⌈Gender⌋
[Male]
⌈Village⌋
[Kumogakure]
⌈Clan⌋
[No Clan]
⌈Kekkei Genkai⌋
[None]
⌈Chakra Nature⌋
[Lightning | Wind]
⌈Ninja Rank⌋
[Jonin]
⌈Role:⌋
[That Kumo Jonin Guy]
⌈Face Claim:⌋
[Toshizo Hijikata | Hakuouki ]
⌈These peace talks amount to nothing more then an attempt to put a band-aid on a missing limb. Peace is just the time we can use to gather our breath before our next conflict. It delays the inevitable.⌋
⌈Hair Color⌋
[Black]
⌈Eye Color⌋
[Blue]
⌈Skin Tone⌋
[Fair]
⌈Height⌋
[6'1]
⌈Weight⌋
[193]
⌈Physical Description⌋
[Kosan is not an overly impressive man standing at an average height of only 6'1 and nor is he very large. While, like all ninja, he has his share of muscle mass, he is by no means a model of a warrior god. His body is lithe and toned, with wiry muscles running under his body more suited to agility and speed then pure strength as he is not winning any arm wrestling contest soon. His legs and arms are both very long, giving him a very slender look that he mockingly calls a 'stick figure'. He has no behind to speak off, very flat. His hips are narrow, dangerously close to being called 'boyish'. His redeeming qualities in terms of his physical body is his wide shoulders and large hands with long fingers which he is fairly proud of but does gives him a rather odd figure, almost like a very thin triangle with his body getting thinner as it goes further down.
He is what is described as an 'attractive' man. His jaw is sharp and strong, with high cheek bones, thin arching eyebrows and sharp almond eyes gives him a very refined, almost, regal appearance which is completely at odds with his station at life. His eyes are always what garners the most attention as they are very sharp and clear crystal blue that do nothing to hide what he is thinking or feeling. His very soul and being seems to reveal itself in his fierce blue eyes that are either constantly searching for something only he could see, dulled in memory, or dancing with amusement. His long flowing black hair reaches the middle of his back and is usually tied off into a long ponytail by his Hitai-ate. Two long white strips come down to run along the sides of his hair.
His voice is a baritone that holds a quality of calm and controlled, it is almost soothing as there is a soft rumble at the end of his words. He constantly has the faint scent of lavender hanging about him that comes from a small talisman his daughter made for him wrapped around the silver necklace that his old wedding ring hangs from, beyond that faint smell, is the scent of cherry wood and soil, he has a very earthy scent, but it is far from being over-whelming.]
⌈A man needs nothing to die for, but he needs everything to live for.⌋
⌈Potential Interest⌋
Pass: Kosan has already been widowed. He has no desire to look for love or even flings. He is still haunted by his wife's memory and believes he cannot rest or find personal happiness until his vengeance has been fulfilled. That, and his daughter would have to accept whoever he fell in love with otherwise it wouldn't work, but love has a way of finding someone rather they like it or not.
⌈Skills⌋
- ★ Close Combat || Kosan is a master of close combat extremely skilled in both Taijutsu and Kenjutsu. He has developed his own style called Hasukiba and is a master in two other hand to hand fighting styles. To keep his foes on edge, he loves to switch between his fighting styles on the fly to keep them off balance and never let them get his timing down. He is an exceptional swordsmen utilizing his own personal style in his swordplay preferring to use a rapier with its quick thrust attacks that most opponents are not used to. He considers himself to be one of the greatest close combat fighters in Kumogakure.
★ Chakra Control || Kosan does not have a large Chakra supply despite being a Jonin, instead, he makes what he has go for a long way. This is best exemplified by his Tempest which requires precise Chakra ratio otherwise it will not work or even turn fatal, but it is also shown in his smaller abilities which he uses to reinforce his skill in Taijutsu and Kenjutsu preferring to get close and fight in a way which uses as little Chakra as possible.
★ Body Reading || He can read the movements of muscles in another's body when fighting. The slight twist of a shoulder, the slight leaning of weight, the movement in an eye, these are enough to let Kosan predict what his opponent will do and react to them accordingly giving him incredibly reaction speeds. He cannot predict ninjutsu as he cannot see the chakra nor can he copy their movements as while he can see what they are doing, he cannot force his muscles to suddenly move in that new pattern. The longer he fights someone, the better at reading and predicting their moves he gets.
⌈Ninjutsu⌋
✠ Fūton: Atsugai || Wind Release: Pressure Damage
✠ Fūton: Renkūdan || Wind Release: Drilling Air Bullet
✠ Raikyū || Does it with his hands by creating a static charge within the molecules in the air. Lightning Ball
✠ Fūton: Ago No hebi (Jaws of the Serpent) || Condensing the wind around him, it takes the shape of a large serpent roughly ten meters long that flies forward and attempts to devour or otherwise bite the target
⌈Taijutsu⌋
✠ Hasukiba (Lotus Fang) || One of the fighting styles that Kosan uses, it is named after the beautiful lotus flower as the movements are fluid like running water almost giving the appearance that the user is 'dancing'. It is a highly defensive form concentrating on twisting and turning to dodge blows with the least amount of effort possible and strike quickly with either an open palm or a nukite (Finger thrust) once there is an opening.
✠ Rakanken || Arhat Fist, a simple yet very effective and brutal fighting style. It relies less on dancing and more on brutal strikes such as palm strikes, elbow and knee strikes at vital areas.
✠ Arashi Gekido (Storm's Fury) || During Third Gate release or higher, Kosan can preform Arashi Gekido, using his boosted speed and Tempest, he rushes them and either knocks them into the sky or attacks them directly unleashing a barrage of Hell Stabs that are faster then the eye can hope to see. The higher the Gate, the more Hell Stabs are sent and the faster they are sent until his arms become a blur of constant stabs.
✠ Kaze Taigā (Wind Tiger) || His third and final fighting style is Wind Tiger, his most aggressive fighting style. Using his chakra, he creates wind claws around his nails. Using powerful kicks, acrobatics and powerful slashes, it is a very chaotic fighting style with no discernible order or form making it impossible to read or predict. It is a very polite way to say the user gives into their primal instincts for blood, carnage and conquest.
This style has two states, Restrained and Unleashed. Few people can ever truly give themselves over to their primitive side and so the common version seen is the restrained form. While it is still a powerfully aggressive form, there is a limit on it and that is the users own mind. The form while still being savage is a controlled savagery which can be read and predicted like any other form. When they entered the 'unleashed' stage, the user has completely given themselves over to primal instincts. The savagery is truly shown and their is no form or reason to the movies making it utterly unpredictable, but the user gets reduced to nothing more then a bloodlusted beast.
✠ Hasu Ame (Lotus Rain) || His strongest Taijutsu technique. It requires Tempest and 6th gate, at least, in order to work. The lightning chakra around his body starts to disrupt the cellular bonding of everything around them causing them to disintegrate, the disintegrated matter flares white for a moment, with it constantly going on and with his wind chakra kicking up, it tends to look like petals floating in the wind. Running forward, he unleashes a vicious combo of hell stabs, palm thrust, knees, and powerful kicks to the opponent usually keeping them suspended in air as it goes. He can only use this once as the resulting force leaves his own bones shattered, and the strain tears his muscles and tendons. He has yet to use it in combat and is saving it for... the person he needs to kill.
⌈Kenjutsu⌋
✠ Hasukiba (Lotus Fang) || Identical to his Taijutsu form, he uses a rapier to parry and thrust into opponents. The strikes are lightning fast, graceful, and deadly accurate but lack kinetic force behind the blows. His style was designed primarily for his blade, he modifies it to use it unarmed.
✠ Hachimon || Eight Gates, he can open all eight, but like everyone else, he will die. He has never gone past six.
✠ Hari Tsuki (Needle Thrust) || Concentrating his wind chakra at the very tip of his rapier, he can use his sword to penetrate nearly any target.
✠ Arashi Gekido (Storm's Fury) || Much like his Taijutsu form. Instead of hell stab, it is Hari Tsuki that is used in the combo.
✠ Inazuma Furasshu (Lightning Flash) || Charging the blade with lighting, he can do two things, he can shock whatever is against it, he enjoys doing this when people put their blades against his, or he can create a massive burst of light to temporarily blind people.
✠ Kaze Tsuki (Wind Thrust) || Using Tempest and after opening the fourth gate, Kosan can use the Wind Thrust. Thrusting his sword forward, it unleashes a powerful cone of wind energy that slices through anything in front of it. They are not very large being only half a foot in diameter, but he can send many at once.
⌈Nintaijutsu⌋
✠ Jigokuzuki || Concentrates Lightning or Wind Chakra (Has to be in Tempest for both) around his hand then thrust it forward with his four fingers out making his hand able to pierce nearly anything he comes into contact with. Power increases the less fingers he uses.
✠ Kurasshu Pāmu (Crushing Palm) || Striking someone with his palm, he releases a large amount of wind chakra at impact creating a large concussive force that can smash iron.
✠ Shokku Haaku (Shocking Grasp) || If Kosan can grab someone or put someone into a joint lock, he uses the technique Shocking Grasp to charge his hands with lightning chakra and electrocute whoever he is holding, if he can maintain the hold, it tends to knock them unconscious unless they have an incredible pain tolerance.
✠ Tenpesuto (Tempest) || Much like Lightning Armor, it surrounds his body with lightning Chakra, but unlike others, his is both Lightning and Wind, due to their conflicting nature, he has to get the exact concentration, 82% Lightning/18% Wind, in order to get them to work together. Note, he is not 'combining' them. It is more akin to using an Wind to power a Fire jutsu rather then combining the two to make a new element. The Lightning fires his neural synapses greatly increasing his speed and reflexes while the Wind oxidizes his blood giving him incredible physical endurance as well as increasing his muscle output increasing his strength. He combines Tempest with his various thrusting Kenjutsu and Taijutsu moves to make it incredibly deadly. This is incredibly draining, and he cannot sustain it for long before depleting his Chakra reserves, so once he enters it, it is do or die. It is called Tempest due to the massive amount of wind that engulfs him and the crackling of the lightning.
⌈All my life, I was determined to prove myself a hero, but instead, I had become a monster. Fate has an odd sense of humor.⌋
⌈Other:⌋
- He uses a Rapier that his father created for him. It is the only weapon his father ever made, is custom fit to his hand and created to suit his own fighting style. To his knowledge, he is the only man within the Elemental Nations to use a sword primarily created for thrusting instead of the traditional slashing weapons favored by other ninja and samurai.
- Has a minor dislike for those possessing Kekkei Genkai. He respects others, like himself, who have no special talent and instead became strong through sheer hard work and determination.
⌈Habits⌋
- ♈ Story Telling || Kosan has a deep love of stories. Whenever he is asked a question, it quite often degrades into some extremely long and pointless make believe story including mighty dragons and princesses. This is one of the reasons his superiors stopped expecting reports from him and why he makes a terrible scout.
♈ Sky Watching || The clouds and stars have a way of snapping up his attention. It is a fairly often occurrence for him to suddenly stop in the middle of whatever he is doing to look at the sky as something has caught his interest. He also loves to lay in grass and stare up at the sky.
♈ Left foot first || Kosan always steps with his left foot first. He is unsure why he does it as he is right handed and never noticed till his deceased wife pointed it out to him.
⌈Likes⌋
- ღ His Daughter || Seiko is his entire world. She saved him from himself, and he believes he has been a very poor father to her and intends to rectify that. Without her, he would have given into insanity a long time ago.
ღ Tea || Kosan loves a good cup of tea, the smell alone relaxes him. He always finds time to sit down and enjoy a nice cup of tea no matter the situation.
ღ Cats || He has also had a deep love for cats and other fluffy adorable animals like raccoon and foxes.
⌈Dislikes⌋
- ✘ Konohagakure || All of his hate. He despises it and it's people. Logically, he understands that it isn't all their faults, that he cannot blame all of them for the sins of one, but he cannot stop the feeling that wraps around his heart whenever he sees that symbol on their head bands.
✘ Leek || The smell of Leek burns his nose and makes him noxious. He doesn't mind the taste or the texture, but the smell is terrible.
✘ Murderer || The man or woman who killed his wife will also be the being he hates the most. He will spend the rest of his life hunting them down, he will tear out their heart, he will watch the light drain from their eyes... he will take away everything they love as they did to him.
⌈Strengths⌋
- ♦ Melee || Kosan is a masterful warrior in close combat with few people that can truly give him a run for his money. It is one of the only two sources of pride he has in his life. His ability to read bodies and situations make him incredibly adaptable and one of the best Jonin in terms of straight combat.
♦ Will to Live || Kosan has a very powerful will to live. He needs to avenge his wife, he needs to survive to raise his daughter because of these two factors, Kosan pushes himself far harder then any other and fights with a savage ferocity in combat as he doesn't fight to kill, he fights to live. He is very hard to put down, able to push himself up even when he has nothing left in his tank, even when his body is broken and shattered, he forces himself to his feet. Someday, he will die standing.
♦ Friendly || Despite his old nature, Kosan is a friendly person. He enjoys telling stories and listening to others, he is easily excited and very patient with people. That said, he does not have many 'friends' as he keeps his heart to himself, but he is very easy to get along with and talk to making a perfect traveling companion or acquaintance.
⌈Weaknesses⌋
- ☯ Genjutsu/Fuinjutsu || He understands the theories behind both perfectly, but he cannot do either... at all. He has the control to be an expert in both, but he has never had a talent in them. His seals never look right, and he can never get his head around the idea of invading another's mind. His skill in both categories is a resounding.. non-existent.
☯ Monster || There is a primal rage and beast resting in his heart. It bashes against his walls and cages begging to be let out. To drown himself in their blood once more, to satiate his desire for vengeance on everything and everyone. To become the Chihasu once more. A particularly brutal fight may let this nature come out, or he may even tap into it in desperation, but he is also terrified of this side of himself, terrified it will regain control. He is constantly at war with himself.
☯ Obsession || Kosan is consumed with vengeance. Killing the person who killed his wife. It plagues nearly every waking thought. He has nightmares of his wife dying in his arms, dreams of feasting on the blood of the person who killed her. This can, and does, often blind him in fights and social interactions. If what he has been looking for in his reach, he would not let anything stop him. To hell with the treaty and his Kage. He would have his vengeance.
⌈I know that it will solve nothing. It will not bring her back. It will not heal my soul, but there are some things that must be done. Some actions cannot be forgiven. Sometimes, blood is the only answer. War the only solution. Sometimes, you just need to kill a man.⌋
Dutiful | Competitive | Inquisitive | Patient | Angry |Obsessive |
Among his many traits, his sense of duty has always been a large part of his being. Kosan has always felt a responsibility to someone, in fact, without something to fight for, someone to fight for, he collapses in on himself. His entire existence is dependent on others. He needs someone to fight for, something to fight for, someone to stand up for, someone to live for as he cannot do it alone. Despite losing everything, he still fought for his village because that was all he had left, it runs central to his very being as there is almost nothing that can break his oath to support, defend and die for his village, his kage, and his people. This somber tone, is contrasted by his love of competition. He loves to compete with people even if it is something small and meaningless as there is a certain rush and excitement that comes along with it. One of the easiest ways to earn his admiration and respect is for someone to challenge him and hold their own in a fist or sword fight as fighting a fellow close combat shinobi is something he enjoys immensely.
Kosan is very inquisitive, he loves and adores stories as well as learning. Nothing vexes him more then a mystery or a information he wants to know that is just outside of his grasp which he will chase until he finally finds it and learns all its secrets. Because of his nature, he tends to ask rather personal questions easily and it also makes him easy to lie to as he loves a good story and as long as the lie is more interesting then the truth, he will not push the matter. Kosan himself adores giving stories and if questioned about himself, he will often hand out a fake story that he believes sounds amazing. It does lead to some amusing situations when he tells someone two different life stories in a row without noticing it.
Along with this inquisitive nature is a very patient one. While he often pushes himself to exceed and tears his hair out over things, he is a very laid back and relaxed man. He loves to sit down, watch the clouds and enjoy a nice cup of tea as much as he loves running around. This patient nature makes him very easy to talk to as he has no problems with waiting until someone is ready, even if he does constantly nudge them to tell him to amuse himself, but as his dead wife used to joke, he should have been born a fisherman.
Hidden behind his half smiles and patient persona is a deep seated rage that is a monster within his soul trying to tear its way to the surface. It can often appear in his eyes as a flicker of intense heat and emotion before disappearing again to slink back to the dark cellar in his heart, and out of all his emotions, his rage is the one that breaks his patience the most. A simple fact is that he enjoys killing, while he does his best to control it, killing 'enemies' especially Konohagakure Shinobi makes him feel alive. Their pain brings him pleasure, and he knows just how sick it is, how close his mind is to shattering and diving into the bottomless pit that is his hatred and losing himself in it again. There are some moments when he wants to, wants to lose himself again, to forget the world and take solace in the bloodshed, to become a mindless beast until he finally runs into someone who is capable of putting him down, but he holds back his rage with ever weakening chains of duty to his home and love of his family, but the beast is there. Waiting at the very edge of his mind for the chains to weaken more, for his mind to shatter.
Constantly feeding and feeding off of his internal rage is his obsession. He needs to find the man or woman that killed his wife. Needs to. It doesn't matter the cost, it doesn't matter what will happen as a result, it must be done. The blood debt must be repaid. It is not uncommon to find him brooding over the details, trying to recall any detail about who killed her. Or him suddenly zoning out in the middle of a conversation as his mind is drawn back into that dark corner to bask in the inner rage and addiction that has gripped his soul. His obsession fuels him, empowers him, helps him push on, but at the same time, it is destroying him and tearing him apart from the inside out.
⌈In my life, I have one small candle that I hold to my heart. It's flickering flame is more then enough to keep my small world bright and warm.⌋
⌈History⌋
Kosan was a not born into some great ninja legacy or with great natural potential, he was the only child of a lowly chunin for a mother and a smith for a father. To call his mother mediocre would be an incredible understatement, she could barely gather her lightning chakra and spent most of her time doing C and D ranked missions to help his father who was... far from a good smith. He normally did cheap repair jobs and other menial task as he was not nearly skilled enough to dream of creating Shinobi weaponry. But despite living in a tiny house in the poorest area of the village, Kosan and his parents were happy. Growing up, his mother was his hero. Sure, she wasn't the Kage, sure she wasn't the strongest ninja in the world, but no other ninja scared the nightmares from underneath his bed, no other ninja carried him on her shoulders as they ran across the water, as they flew through the skies and through the trees. She was the strongest ninja in the world as far as he was concerned, and it was her that inspired him to take up the military traditions of Kumogakure and join the shionbi academy.
It was not easy as Kosan suffered from his mothers low chakra reserves, every day was a challenge with him always skirting the lines of expulsion for not being adequate. His mind was sharp, and he understood the theoretical parts perfectly, his written exam scores were always in the top three of the academy, but he nearly passed out when he created one measly clone. Would nearly faint if he held a transformation longer then ten minutes. The mocking of the other students, the pressure of the teacher... was almost too much for his young mind, and he would have dropped out if it was for his mother dying in the field. A mission gone wrong was what they told him and his father. A mission gone wrong. One... little mistake had cost him his mom. It didn't seem real at first. He would wake up every morning and run downstairs expecting to see her on the chair reading a book, he would sneak into his fathers room at night to try and see if she had come back.. but she was never there. His mother, his hero, had been taken from him over night. A week later, he overheard her old teammates, both Jonin, talking about her, reminisce, both joked about how she had even managed to survive so long given her pathetic talent. Kosan exploded, screamed at them in the middle of the street that he would prove them wrong. He would become strong, and they would regret their words. They would know that Kosan was strong and he was strong because his mother taught him to be strong.
The Jonin, having been caught by her child, tried to play it off as a joke. A joke between old friends missing their own teammates, but Kosan, even at such a young age, could see it in their eyes. They were trying to cover for themselves to save their image. His mother meant nothing to them. They had forgotten her, wrote her off as useless. This new found determination pushed the young Kosan to exceed his limits, to push his body to the brink every day until he finally passed the academy and became a Genin. He still was far from being in the top of the class, but he was no where near the bottom. His was assigned to team four under the watch of an old Jonin by the name of Hakuri. While very experienced and wise, Hakuri was far from war and loving, but that was fine, Kosan could take it as his soul burned to prove them wrong. He wasn't living his life for himself, he was living it for his mother... A fact his Sensei would later point out to him before his 2nd Chunin Exam.
The blow to his spirit was... huge. His Sensei followed up with claiming his mother would not want him living for her but living for himself. In one sentence, his Sensei had stripped away his motivation and left him defenseless and hollow. He knows now that his Sensei did it to force him to stand on his own and become stronger, but it crushed him back then. He failed that Exam in the first round while his two other teammates passed to become Chunin. After this, he was left... empty and hollow. His urge to train died down, his urge to become great had all but disappeared as he tried to find out who Kosan was. It was during this time that he met a newly risen Chunin, a prodigy who was a year younger then him and seeking to become a Medical Ninja, Shizu. She was so full of life, so full of wonder and ambition that it was nearly overwhelming. Despite her name meaning silence, she was far from it, instead she was loud and bright like the sun. He did not know it at the time, but he fell in love the second she looked at him with her bright emerald eyes.
They quickly became 'friends' with Shizu constantly pressuring him into being better, into training with her, and he couldn't say no to her emerald eyes. He could never say no to her. Thanks to her aid, he rose to Chunin after his 4th exam, but he had fallen behind as she was already on her way to becoming a full fledged medical nin. It was under her advisement that Kosan start working on Taijutsu instead of Ninjutsu, to start honing his elemental ability now instead of later, and he did so because she always seemed to know best. When Kosan was 16, on a rainy august day, he asked Shizu to marry him. It seems odd to marry so young, but Shinobi live dangerous lives, there was no guarantee that either of them couldn't die tomorrow. He had been so terrified, his long black hair sticking and masking his beat red face, her shocked wide eyed gaze as he had never even asked her on a date, but to his surprise and utter joy, she said yes.
At nineteen, he was gifted with a baby girl, who he named Seiko after his mother. She was so beautiful with his and his mothers bright blue eyes and Shizu's bright blond hair. If he could pick a single moment that he will cherish forever, it would be holding Seiko for the first time in his arms. Determined to make more money, he tried to advance to Jonin... with little success. Shizu had no problem becoming a Jonin, a very respected Jonin at only 17, while he was still just a chunin with low chakra reserves, but that was fine because he had a wonderful family. He would not make Jonin till after he created the Lotus Fang style and learn the Eight Gates technique, something he never uses unless under great duress, at the age of 22. He would enjoy three more years of peace, three more years of his family, three more years of watching Seiko learn to walk and talk before it began. The war.
At first, it seemed romantic. He would fight with his life on the line to protect his family and nation, and Shizu would save his life when he was ultimately beaten up. But, it was far from romantic. Not even three months into the war, Shizu was killed in an ambush. He ran for hours until he got to her side, he can still see her eyes draining of light, the blood that didn't seem to stop, her beautiful blond hair stained red, she had waited for him, the medic told him, held on to see him one last time. She held his hand... and smiled at him. Just.. smiled. Kosan begged her to stay with him, he couldn't survive without her... but she just rose her arm and stroked his face, smearing her warm blood along his face and told him that she loved him then she was taken from him. Why? Why had she died? She was a medic... she didn't like fighting and yelled at him for killing insects, she was kind. Why did she have to die? Why? Once again, he was left empty and hollow, he did not cry. Not a single tear fell from his shocked core, but his emptiness was replaced with one emotion. Rage. Pure, undiluted, all consuming rage.
He became little more then a beast. Kosan would be sent into battle and he would butcher his way through his enemy, he showed no mercy, killing the wounded and those that surrendered ignoring his own injuries. His Jonin Commander kept him on a tight leash, and it was during the next two and a half years that Kosan would earn the name Chihasu, the Blood Lotus. Once he bathed himself in their blood ripping their flesh with either his blade or claws, he would sit in their blood for hours. It stained his armor, stained his clothes, his hair, his skin. He did not speak, barely moved, and his eyes were always dead save for when he was fighting that is when he would come alive again, howling his rage at his enemy as he tore into them with the zeal only a blood lusted beast could have, with no fear for his own life.
In his time, he faced a few Shinobi that matched him, his most memorable fight was against a Hyuga, he doesn't know who, hell, he doesn't even know if it was a man or a woman, but they fought for hours. Their gentle fist vs his lotus fang, it ended in a draw with them bleeding heavily and Kosan not able to move his left arm. That mystery Shinobi is the only Konohagakure Shinobi he respects as they fought... magnificently. It is an odd feeling to appreciate an enemy, especially one he despises with his entire being, but their fighting style was beautiful and their fight felt like a dance.
Finally, after his latest bloodbath, he was sent home to recover. It was... an odd sensation to head back 'home', but there was no home. His home died on the battlefield with Shizu. When he got to the gates, he found an old man and a young girl waiting for him. At first, his blank soulless eyes did not recognize him. The young girl that was hiding behind his father, peeking out at the man who wore her fathers face until he saw her bright blond hair flutter in the wind and it all came back to him. Seiko. His little girl. In his blind grief, he had forgotten about his little girl. She had to face the death of her mother alone because he was a coward. Because he was a terrible father. Now, she was afraid of him. He had become a monster.
The strength in his legs went out and he fell to his knees, and for the first time, he cried. All the pain, the fear, the anger... all melted away, and Kosan cried before the gate of his village, before his daughter. He isn't sure when his daughter started to hold him, but all he remembers is holding her back, crying into her shoulder and whispering he was sorry. Over and over again. He was truly pathetic as it was his daughter who was rubbing his head as she whispered it was okay now, he was home. His eight year old daughter shouldn't have had to be the one who comforted him. Seiko had saved him from himself.
In the months to follow, he slowly became who he once was, but a part of him still burned. He couldn't forget it. His thirst for vengeance, his desire to kill the person who murdered Shizu. He wanted, no, he needed to avenge his wife. No matter the cost. He was preparing to return to the front when news of the peace treaty reached his ears, and he was struck with a mixture of anger and happiness. He was happy as it meant his daughter would get to enjoy a brief time of peace, but he was angry because it would try to keep him from his rightful vengeance. More surprising, he was chosen to accompany his Kage, but given his record in the war, perhaps it should not be, but he was no longer the beast that waited to be unleashed, he was Kosan, a man desiring revenge for his wife, and a man who loved his daughter. Nothing more.
⌈I have seen darkness, true unending darkness, and it terrifies me. If it does not scare you then you are either a liar or a fool. There is a darkness in man's soul that cannot be changed, but it constantly seeks to change us. The second we allow it, we are lost.⌋