Obsidian Bones

The sun was above the horizon, shining bright, however the village of Konoha was not yet illuminated. For some reason, the light that the sun released was dark and gloomy, dull in nature, as if the sun was surrounded by a thin layer of black haze which dimmed the light. The light was evil in nature, but light was light and people always thought light was good, regardless of how dim the light may be. Even in a darker place, was a man named Yami, the head of the Nara Clan. He was sitting at his desk, staring intensely into a book, his eyes seemingly glued into the page. He looked up, brushed his hair back and looked into the mirror on the side of wall. It was huge, probably bigger than an average bookcase. “Oh, what a handsome devil you are”, the Nara complimented, talking to himself as if he was another person. “Just by looking at you, I get inspiration to continue moving on. You are truly a work of art. That’s right, I need to encapsulate this!”, he shouted.

“Shinzui Nara!”, he yelled, causing his assistant to enter the room almost immediately. He was a man of short stature, glasses and very little build. It was obvious that he was chosen for his intelligence rather than his skill, but the man was indeed useful. An excellent assistant indeed. “I want you to find the best painter the land of fire can offer, no the entire shinobi world! We’re gonna need to encapsulate my beauty, like right now! You understand, Shinzui? Good, no hurry my boy! Time of haste”, he commanded.

“Y-Y-Yes sir!”, he answered back in a confident tone after stuttering after the first statement. “But, I also have some ne—“

“Well, spill it Shinzui! I don’t have time to waste, for it is of the essence”, Yami interrupted, continuing to stare at his reflection in the mirror.

“Well, sir, you have a visi—"

“Send them in! And while you’re at it, get the chefs to bring some tea and cakes for the visitor! We need to welcome them with the best hospitality that any man can offer, you understand?”, Yami questioned, taking his eyes from the mirror and towards his assistant, finally laying an eye on him. "And put on some new clothes. You look like you just came from a one of Tanzaku Town's tailors. They make the worst clothes."

“Yes, sir!”, Shinzui replied, and with that, he was gone.