Ascending Steps of Hatred

Prelude 

Tree's swayed in a nightly hush. Owls asked questions among themselves, never seeming to receive a final answer. Creatures of night scurried from tree to tree trying to find salvation and safety from their predators. The earth's moon worked with stars to illuminate his path in a silvery light. As long as Lord Muzai walked this path, he remained safe. Mountains surrounded this forest of absolute darkness, shaping pitch black spikes. But his heart remained at ease, matching his mind. The scene almost reached a state of unnatureal serenity if it had not been for his Shamisen, which he lightly strung his fingers upon. Creating a beautiful melody. His music seemingly transformed The Land of Lightning's forest into a unique performance of nature. Leaves swung in circle's. Animals became present and seemed to follow along.

"Leaves from the vine Falling so slow Like fragile tiny shells Drifting in the foam Little soldier boy Come marching home Brave soldier boy Comes marching home"

His grandfather played this song to him as a child. At first it seemed like a simple bed time song. But as he grew into the King he stood as today, Leaves From The Vine took a different meaning. One of pain and loss....Something Muzai wished to end eradicate. A phyiscaly intimidating man, his tall, tightly built body remained exposed. Long spiked hair gently swaying to and fro, below his waist. Scars painted his body in tales of never ending war and strife. Tribal tattoo's givens by a rare and indigenous clan off the shore of Kirigakure also covered his body. His mother's beloved scarf fell down his neck. Royal Blood Bound Apostle symbols imprinted upon his gloves. Besides the usual shinobi bottoms, Muzai covered himself with royal silk robes made to hang over his lower body loosely, with more red scarfs attached. A body caked in jewelry of all sorts. Gold and silver, enough to buy a persons life. As he got closer to Kumogakure, his singing increased.