Redemption of the Shadow

The wind blew the dark-brown shoulder-length hair of the young man, firmly standing atop the head of a large and peculiar reclining statue. Around him were damp crimson soil and that stretched as far as the eye can see. The statue's body traced its way to a large body of water, where it's feet dipped in the water. Such an area would not be one which the young man was usually at, as he has endless duties as the Kage of Kirigakure, but he chose it on his own free will. He chose it as a place worth using to defend his honor as a shinobi, honor that a certain man had insulted a few months ago, and he sought to fight till his last breath to redeem himself. Dressed in a blue kimono that outlined his physique, tied with a black ribbon that covered his torso and waist, along with black sandals, bearing resemblence to those worn by his ancestor. In his back, white bandages wrapped a monstrosity from view, with a skull at the top visible. It was a blade that left all who cross paths with Heiwa in horror, the great Samehada of the mist village. In his left and right respectively were two scabbards that kept his prized dual katana. Crimson eyes draped his eyes, forever stained by the history of his own brethen. Three tomoe decorated each eye, which had a demonic reflection of the full moon in the clear skies of the night, shining the earth and the heavens themselves. Calmly and silently, he waited for the infamous master of the Blood Prison.