The Explosive Tale of a Broken Spirit

The Explosive Tale of a Broken Spirit is the first story of the Explosive Tales, a story which tells of Magyaku's life through his defection and rise to power. In this chapter, after stealing Iwagakure's Kinjutsu, the corrupted Tsuchikage forces Magyaku to serve in Iwagakure's Explosion Corps. Well fed up with how Iwagakure is being ran into the ground, he snaps and launches the greatest attack in the history of the Land of Earth. One which resulted in the modern fanon cannon Iwagakure Civil Unrest and Makushimi's rise to power.

Who Is That Kid?
''See that kid over there? That's the new guy. Yeah, I know he is young, but he's lucky to be alive seeing as he is the one that stole from Tsuchikage-Sama.''

''Alive? Hmph! Tsuchikage-sama sent him here because he is nothing more than a potential bomb. As all are who are forced to serve the Explosion Corps. Our bloodline is a curse, and so we must use it to benefit our lord.''

''But he's just a kid. Remember when we were young, how hard it was for us to master our own explosive chakra. I would have done the same thing if I was him. But to think he not only survived the ritual but also pushed it to such an extent...''

''I know. Word goes, he not only works alone, but has yet to fail a single mission. I mean I tried speaking with him earlier, but that kid just stared at me with those eyes of his. Those hateful eyes filled with resent. But for what? I mean it is a blessing to serve Tsuchikage-sama. To die for him. Our lives are nothing but tools for his means. That kid...Who the hell does he think he is?!''

''What are you going to do, Fight him? Ha! Like you would stand a chance. You couldn't even keep your pants on during our last mission. And besides if he is as powerful as they say, that boy will end up blowing himself up soon. That is the fate of us Explosion Release users. And it will be the same for him, no matter what he does.''

''A tragedy indeed. I mean he could have even surpassed Lord Tsuchikage and became his successor. But boo-hoo at least now I know I still have an opportunity. What's his name anyway?''

''I don't know. I've spent the last few days asking around and no one can tell me. He is like a ghost. No one has heard him utter a word since joining. Its like his mouth is sewn shut.''

The two higher ranks sat up from their table. Their eyes locked upon the silver haired enigma. Long enough that he, himself, could feel their presence. As they locked eyes, his presence grew around the room. A large well of fear placed upon their shoulder. And with each and every step, they felt their souls being violated. By the time, they were within speaking distance, the entire cafeteria went silent. Was this their suicide mission? No one dared speak to and of this child. Only in his first year of puberty.

"Oi-Oi, You with the moon-kissed hair," The taller, obviously higher ranked officer screamed to grab the boys attention. His voice echoed bouncing from wall to wall. "What is your name and r-rank!?"

The boy with the moon-kissed hair sat still. Silently watching his soup cool down. His silence sent an eerie ghost floating about. Underneath his dark sleeves, mouths licked their lips. And on his palms, hidden by gloves, a devious smile opened. No one dared step in his presence for many reasons. The severity of his crime usually resulted in the death sentence. So his life meant something deeper. And due to Tsuchikage-sama wishing him to work alone, no one fully understood his powers and abilities. So everyone lacked gull to directly interact. He ate and went back to his room. Someone so young capable of drowning an entire room in fear.

"Magyaku," The Moon-Kissed child spoke. His voice dark yet firm. "And I am the sole member of the Covert Operation division."

Child Born of Insects
A room shrouded in darkness where dimly lit candle flames could not reach. Ghostly hisses whispering horrible truths underneath the boy with moon-kissed hair. His arms chained to walls as he felt them scurry quickly across his bodies. Magyaku remained frozen in fear. This was his punishment, set for all eternity. When not on missions, he would sit, chained to darkness as night creatures used his body as a hive. Constantly squirming all over. The first few months of this torture, he screamed horridly. Blood curdling pleads that eventually ripped his throat to shreds. He hated it. It felt like hell. But it was Tsuchikage-sama's only insurance that he would not use his forbidden art. If so, the insects would enter his mouths. Eventually, Magyaku grew fond of his fear. It became a source of power. A source of energy. Every night, he'd look up to a room littered with lightning bugs and feel his fire burn hotter than ever. An everlasting hatred for the current regime. And during his missions, his Kekkei Genkai took it's own shape and form. Subconsciously, his fear became his power.

But tonight, for the first time ever, hatred had not cursed his mind. But instead, love. Magyaku had not seen his family in a year or two and wondered if the rumors were true. That the Tsuchikage ordered his families execution for defile. He prayed for it to be nothing more than lies. He loved his family, absolutely. Magyaku watched vivid memories of his father coming home from dangerous missions and telling tales of how he helped the Tsuchikage ensure his wealth and carnal pleasures. And little Magyaku would wonder how could such a "King" let their own people suffer for selfish reasons? And his dad would retort under his breath, of course, that he was no king, but a tyrant. After the previous Tsuchikage died, Tsuchikage-sama stole his throne through cheap tricks and clever ploys against Iwagakure's elders. A selfish, stubborn, evil spirit in human form. He was willing to let Magyaku, the son of his greatest Shinobi, die! Simply because he wanted to keep his power secured fearing someone would usurp him eventually. Magyaku laid his back against the wall as insects crawled up and down his spine. Coming closer to his mouth and even making a home atop his head. This torture, his mind escaped. He became something dark. Something filled with anger and hatred.

Punished for wanting to live, Was his mantra. ''Punished for wanting to live. What is done in the dark, comes to the light.'' Magyaku opened his silver eyes and continued to watch the lightning bugs flicker. A dance he long recognized. A mating ritual of males who thirsted for female affection.

The next morning, a knock on the door awoke a sleeping Magyaku. Despite his punishment, the Tsuchikage found use for Magyaku's immense powers and often sent him on covert missions. Kill this person, assassinate that person and even destroy the evidence. All fell under his jurisdiction. And to ensure Magyaku returned, a seal had been burned onto his back. A custom Kuchiyose which would summon Magyaku if his mission took longer than it was supposed. Erasing all hopes of escaping.

"Tsuchikage-sama has your next mission bug boy." His higher rank tossed a paper. On it, a families picture had a black circle drawn around it. Under were names and locations as well as certain objectives. "Tsuchikage-sama says your mission begins ASAP." His officer entered and smacked the bugs off with a piece of clothe before freeing Magyaku. He also gave him his signature pouches of clay, which Magyaku fitted with trembling arms. "You have until three days from now, or the mission is a failure. Do not make us look bad!"

Magyaku did not respond. Instead, he pulled his hooded cloak above his head and slowly left his prison. One of few times he was able to enjoy sunlight. He had to protect his eyes from the Sun's holiness. It burned with everlasting joy in an instant and died down, allowing him to continue forward. He loved freedom's smell and walked barefoot. Earth felt wonderful under his skin. Cold yet warm at once. From darkness, his eyes picked up color contrast better than average. He could see with absolute beauty and grew to loved every minute of it. Although he had been tasked with murdering people he had no relationship with, Magyaku still loved his missions. It was like leaving Yomi for the first time, every day. He spoke to those who passed by and assisted everyone who needed it. No one knew of his name or origin. Just that the child was an Iwa shinobi of a different rank.

Why won't my legs take me home? He asked himself. ''I need to see if its true. I need to see if dad and mom are home, and little....Is home.They have to. They have to. When I'm done here I will go back and there will be a warm bowl of Ramen waiting for me.'' Magyaku stopped and looked at his map. He could reach his destination in a day with Dragonfly. Leaving a half day free for messing around. "I have to go!" He declared. His palm opened, revealing a mouth which licked its teeth. He flickered towards his home which he knew was not to far off. Thoughts of his mother tending her garden and father painting filled his heart with warmth. Little sister running into his arms after seeing him!

When he arrived, his house, which was always on the utter end of Iwagakure looked just as it did the day he had been taken away. "Mom! Dad!" Magyaku screamed. He dashed through an open door and ran up his mother stairs. "Mother! Father!" He almost slid into a wall if not for grabbing onto a door post. But when he peeked inside, what Magyaku saw brought tears to his eyes. A beautiful woman laying against her husband in their bed. Strong arms gracefully cuddling her. "Mother...Father." Magyaku whispered before screaming once more, "Mom! Dad!" And he launched into their bed. Arms wide, body soaring until he landed flat atop the women.

"Mother! Father!" He roared.

"What! Who the hell are you!?" She screamed in absolute fear. The Husband also awoke and kicked Magyaku off his wife before grabbing a broom. "What do you want?!" She screamed while covering herself. "We do not have any money!"

Magyaku's head clicked in confusion. "Y-you're not..."

"Mom! Dad!" A little voice screamed from the next room. Magyaku stood in a rush and dashed towards its source. His feet actually sliding once more.

"Get him!" The women commanded her husband while she rushed to put clothes on. The husband darted after Magyaku with a broom, trying to swing at him but missed every shot.

Magyaku stopped in front of a little boy who started to sniffle at his sight. "W-who are you? What do you want with my mom and dad?!" The child bawled his eyes out. Tears capable of sinking a country. Magyaku was shocked himself and took a step back before feeling a broom knock him unconscious...

''Mom! Dad! It happened again!" A child roared. He sat in front of a smoking crater which obviously had been the leftover of an explosion. What was left of a training dummy had been scattered across his front yard.

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