Reflected Darkness: Prisms of Moon

"I remember that day all too well...a little urchin in the streets. Nothing new to me; I had a similar background. A little sadist reject with a big mouth was what you were. In short, you were nothing. You came up from nothing, and remained to be nothing. But you didn't accept that, did you? You wanted to be something more; you made a name for yourself. You used to be weak, but now you are strong."

He couldn't help but come back to this place. ; the place he first learned to fight. The freezing air quickly entered the man's lungs as he inhaled, and was released as a cloud of wisps back into the atmosphere. Barely anything had changed, even with ten years passing since his last stay; his stay in prison, that is. Yes, these people had imprisoned him all those years ago, and for what? Murder; unintentional murder of a hostage. He remembered that day all too well. The wide eyes of his comrades, the terrorized expression of the one he killed, and the beating he took from his sensei. These things would never leave his recollection for as long as he lived. Of course, with him having the nature he did, it was difficult to not kill at such a time. He had been excited, tantalized even; the feeling was unexplainable. But such trivial were of the past now; as of the moment, he was focused on the village.

Keshin had come out from the suspended animation that was triggered after the sudden ingestion of a heaping mass of dark chakra. During this coma-like state within The Yomi, he was trapped within the darkness of his own mind. He found himself tortured by visions of the past and future. Faces he couldn't make out were in his head, all of them whispering something different. One of them was his daughter; someone who he had lost only a week before. She had been abducted by a group of Jashinists, led by Assei-sha, and was held hostage with the hopes of luring Keshin in. His ocular powers were something that the man coveted. In short, Assei-sha ultimately failed, but had claimed Surotiku's life. Her soul had not made its way to the Pure Lands, but rather wandered the world, as if it were afraid to leave something behind. Keshin had come to this village to start his journey; he hoped to find her soul, and find it quickly. However, he had no luck, and didn't find it here. Rather, he would find something, or perhaps someone else.