Shrine's Empty Revelation

Walking a Path of Light
''How could it rain in a Land of Fire? He found himself asking. Grey clouds blanketed Konohagakure. Light winds pushed trees to and fro. Creating a harsh melody gently whispers. Mothers and fathers closed their windows and locked their doors behind children who scurried inside. For once, Konoha resembled its ghostly silence held during its second destruction. Only nature's woes filled the air. Rain fell with such a ferocity, he remembered his days within Amegakure.''

''A full year since his rebirth has passed, and the young Savior spent it searching for answers. A priestess once sent him on a journey covered in darkness and vengeance. Hatred for those who slaughtered his clan and a drive to bring them back, even at a cost as great as destroying the Saṃsāra. But a man who shared her godly eyes bathed him in holy water, cleansing him of all sin. And as a parting gift, sent him on a quest to follow his foot steps.''

''But Magai could not do so just yet. To help protect something, one required a full understanding. And so, he embarked on a journey of self enlightenment. Furthering his knowledge on his trademarked philosophy, Trinity of Existence. Which ultimately lead to him indulging further into spiritual understanding. Not to long ago, a great shinobi offered him a prize for surviving one of man's greatest trials. A piece of information spoken by Izaya enigmatically. At the time, Magai lacked all value of his words. Why would he need information on an Uchiha shrine? Izaya promised him all his answers within. Told him its location and of course of a seal requiring destruction. Why? No one said a thing. In fact, Izaya could not have been more vague. But something inside of him created a connection between his teachers eyes and the eyes of his savior.''

Magai reached the ruins of a great family. A family whose blood reached a beginning long forgotten. Magai only heard about the Uchiha through his twin. Or better yet, what Shinen remembered. A massacre caused by an unforeseen threat. Close to Magai's own family. ''This place has not been touched for ages. Must be to protect its dignity...Well what's left of it.'' Magai lifted the hood of his cloak over his sapphire hair and eyes. A cloak which covered his unique clothing and expensive scarf. His third eye stretched far and wide, grasping every chakra signature it could and analyzing it. Alerting Magai of its frequency and size. Morphing multiple profiles for surrounding shinobi. He knew everything from strength to personal feelings. But nothing stood out as harmful. Konoha shinobi focused solely on the upcoming storm.

He continued deeper through Konoha's forgotten memories. He took note of everything. All signs of murder gone, but somehow death lingered. Maybe it was the ghostly silence accompanying an already gloomy morning. Or perhaps Magai could feel the spirit's eyes watch his every move. His spine tingled. His hair rising and body shivering. He started to walk faster, picking up pace. Breathes hastening. Magai started to look hectically from left to right. In constant fear of a surprise attack. Invisible eyes constantly staring him down. No matter what corner he took, or alleyway he cut through he felt it...

Magai finally reached his destination. A destroyed house with a stone tablet over a hole. This tablet had a unique seal branded atop with a sharingan symbolized. The young Uzumaki's eyes started to glow. Radiating a flaming blue aura. His eyes scanned left to right. "A pass-code," Magai's hands started to form the required seals. "You'd think they would add more than such a thin level of protection." He bragged as the massive stone shifted. Revealing a large corridor. Magai entered fearlessly. Blood pumping.

When he reached the infamous tablet, Magai removed his hood in its candle light, and started to move his finger along its lines. Reading everything word by word until he reached its ending. And in a silence, it all became clear.

"What the fuck is this?! I can't understand a word..." Magai sulked, his hands hanging low. "I spent all this time for this. You have to be kidding me. Why me!" But something stuck out. His eyes started to radiate once more. And suddenly, a small portion lit up towards the top. Various words started to leap out to Magai. Dancing to inaudible music. Chants in a forgotten language swirling Magai as he read. His incantations came to life. His words picked up speed, despite him only knowing half of what he spurred. Something about a celestial warrior, a true hero and savior to this world.

But his flow ended at a blank spot. But it was different. Although it lacked words, chakra rested deep within. Something drew Magai towards it. His finger glowing bright, flowing with vibrant chakra. Soon he touched the blank spot....