The Wraith's Icy Heart: Brightening Light of the Kaleidoscope

Cold, dark, and dreary described the weather atop one of the frozen peaks in the. A robed figure, however, seemed to be unfazed by the horrendous conditions. The ensuing blizzard beat down upon the face of the summit, and the wind howled all around him. Keshin had come to this place to overlook his former home; the place he had grown up in. It all started here in. From his position on the mountain, he could barely see the village through the swirling snow. Clenching his fist, he would catch a large snowflake in his hand, and crush it with the force from his grip. He wondered what life would have been like if he had stayed in Shimogakure; would he be able to go back if he wished?

However, his thoughts would be interrupted by the sudden presence he felt. Turning a bit, he could feel souls; four of them to be exact. They were closing in on his location. Perhaps they were shinobi from Shimogakure? He was unsure. As he squinted his eyes, he tried to see through the blizzard, but was unable to. His malignant chakra would begin to waft out into the area, and his Konkaku would cause the snow around him to swirl about. Closing his eyes for a moment, he would reopen them. Now, a purple glint clouded the once blue area of his eyes. Whoever was coming to meet him didn't belong; he'd end them quickly.