White Crown

He sat on a rock, gazing up at the rising sun as it barely stood above the horizon, barely illuminating anything enough to give off actual color. Everything that you could see was simply a silhouette, the very basic outline of an object’s shape whether human, tree, rock, etc. His silhouette, monstrous in size to such an extent that he just looked like a big blob of nothing. All you could make out was his enormous body, and that alone was enough to intimidate most people. He turned away from the sun, pushing himself off with his incredibly powerful hands, forcing his body several feet in the air. When his feet danced with the hard earth beneath him, they crushed it, creating footprints in the tough rock terrain. Just as his height was incredible, his weight was even more so.

Sannoto Senju, once a very kind and warming man, had succumbed to reality. His only true lover dying, and the wish she wanted him to keep was broken; he had thought he had killed his daughter. However, several weeks passed and he discovered she was indeed alive, but had revived the Akatsuki organization and was intent on throwing the world into chaos. Nevertheless he had failed as a father, and as a peace advocate he had failed yet again to convert someone over to peace, even his own flesh and blood. His peaceful nature, while it still existed, would no longer rely entirely on words. Force was sometimes needed, only when the opposition is extremely stubborn and demented. Black Crown was such a force and he was intent on stopping them before any more damage could be done.

Black Crown, a terrorist organization intent on capturing the nine tailed beast and reviving the extremely powerful Shinju to conquer the world yet again, had already taken three tailed beast into their possession. The Nine Tails, the strongest of the nine beast. The Two tails, the ferocious fire breather. Lastly, the four tails, the portable volcano. With the capture of these beast and the devastation brought by trying to capture such chakra forms, people began to convert and join black crown to rid the world of chakra all together. Sannoto wouldn’t let this happen anymore, thus commanded that the nations join together and send their elite shinobi to join a single organization to stop black crown specifically. Consisting of twelve powerful shinobi of their own right, they will travel the land and limit Black Crown activity. Dubbed the white crown by the citizens, viewed as heroes and saviors of the shinobi world, today was the day that they would all meet in a single spot.

The neutral territory of the Land of Noodles, they would all embark on a journey across the ocean to head to the Land of Demons, where Black Crown was seemingly mobilizing. Sannoto would be the leader of such shinobi, commanding them using his vast experience. He waited by the cliff, his eyes open, scanning the area accompanied by a rather serious demeanor. He would stop Black Crown, then he’d stop his daughter. Then, the strip bar. Despite his rather realistic personality, Sannoto was still a pervert regardless. Though he hid it more than ever, he plays his perverted nature off in a more coolish sense. One woman was chosen by him to become apart of White Crown, not by him targeting her. No, he met her in some bar in the middle of the desert, a small town that was used for transportation. With his charms, he attempted to tempt the woman, but didn’t work too well. Regardless, he waited for her and the rest of the members to arrive, so that they all could embark on the journey together. “So, will be the first to arrive?” the Senju inquired to himself, patiently waiting.