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The World Teacher

Dark Moon

On an ill-omened night, with the dancing light of the full moon bathing the frozen boreal wasteland while trekking n a crumbling precipice of the Land of Frost, conflicting influences would soon make their way towards a seemingly inhospitable location. Piercing winds incessantly howled through the abandoned peaks surrounding the temple and a mighty wintriness gnawed at the land. It was perhaps, the coldest region in the shinobi world. According to the intel the Jashinist received from their leader, the area was once inhabited by a nomadic clan with the beatific ability to manipulate the weather as they saw fit. Legend states that they shifted the climate which caused the icy tundra to retreat and allowed verdurous fields to grow. However, the seemingly vanished from this area seemingly without a trace.

The Jashinist were here solely to recover a suspected artifact for their lord and to return with haste and without any incidents. This deteriorating temple was here during the infancy of the shinobi world and although it is unknown whom were the original architects', one thing can be said, it was designed to the tenets of their own vision. The temple itself appeared simplistic in design but it was crafted with the ability the dampen the chakra signatures of anyone with it to the point where they were completely insensible and chakra was unable to be molded here. Additionally, over time, their chakra would be steadily drained while within the sanctum. Even at vast radius of the temple, due artistry and foregone knowledge within the very foundation of the temple, the notion of merely using chakra was folly. Only a prodigious mind could devise such a thing. The temple was adorned with ancient sigils which meaning was lost during a bygone era. It is a complete mystery as who re-discovered it in the first place.

There were no easily travelled routes to get here and the Jashinist were devoted to reach their destination lest they incur the wrath of the one above them. They three members constantly worked towards their lord's cryptic aims. Jinpachi's confounding ways ensured that no subject could simply unravel even a portion of his inscrutable schemes. The group wore an identical cloak with the symbol of Jashin on the right shoulder. Their facial features were skewed indiscernible due to the heavy snow and they bore a mysterious Juinjutsu and their left palms.

The Sixth God squinted his eyes against the violent snowstorm. He had forgotten just how much he had hated this god-forsaken land that was the Land of Frost. It was always so cold; the weather was terrible. That being said, he had grown so accustomed to being freezing cold during his time at the Amanojaku Clan’s stronghold, there really wasn’t any other climate that best suited him. Nowadays, he found himself growing extremely hot in rather fair weather.

‘’It was so annoying...’’

He would have taken his time in the snow and walked so that he didn’t expend and extra Konkaku, but something caught his supernatural instincts’ attention.

‘’Souls...two...three?’’

No, he’d figured out how many.

Keshin had never seen these folk before. He was pretty familiar with everyone that inhabited the surrounding villages. Not as though they were his friends, but more like they were all people he had watched and come across during his travels. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared about visitors, but who in their right mind visits the Land of Frost without some sort of alternative motive? Not something like the need for certain goods or a place to stay; it would have to be something related to shinobi.

When Keshin thought of things like that, the first thing that came to mind...

The temple; they knew about the temple. If they were aware of that, then it was most likely that they knew of the Ōtsutsuki artifact that had been laid there to rest ages ago. It was true that yes, this was indeed within Keshin's possession...

However...

He entered a portal.

An Everlasting Mystery

The ruins appeared even older than the surrounding land and many stone pillars and fragmented walls dotted the landscape. Much like the Tailed Beast Temple's, these ruins seemed to built as an area of worship however, the cultist did not care in the slightest bit. The freezing wind grasped at their forms and as it did, the dry winter air made their eyes water uncontrollably. This inhospitable portion of the landscape held a gesture of mystique and enigma. The snowstorm raged on as the snow relentlessly pummeled any traveler unwise — or unlucky — to tread the path towards the monument. The quiescent, long forsaken temple bore an item of significant importance to those that are able to find. As they entered the temple, self-proclaimed team leader of the Jashinist led the way. Along with being the most experienced fighter of the three, his lust for bloodshed bordered insanity. His name, Gōza Kaguya.

He was brazen-faced and was the most warlike member of the trio and perhaps the entire Jashinist cult. His large size, raw physical strength couple with his Shikotsumyaku mad him a formidable foe indeed. A brute and out to the first degree. As one of the few high-ranking members of the Jashinist cult, Gōza has completed their sacred immortality ceremony and is bound to this world by none other than his leader. Along with him were to newer members to the cult; Funari, an advanced user of the Puppet Technique, hailing from Sunagakure and Karyū whose origins are completely unknown. Unlike most of the members of the Cult of Jashin, Karyū killed in the name of Jashin before he was even a member and some even whisper that he is somehow related to the or is actually from the Hirasaka Clan.

As they entered in the temple, all three members noted that both spiritual and physical connections to their chakra was being drained while being inside the ruins. The end result for being within these underground passageways resulted in the travelers body age faster than normal and fatiguing as soon as they enter. There ability to mold chakra, to even sense chakra was no more. Their bodies would slowly age yet their minds would stay intact in hindsight, Jinpachi knew that their robust lifeforce would aid them inside the temple as any other mortal would perish within half and hour within the passageways. They were merely souls smitten and scourged, but still invested with the gift of immortality. They were selected for this mission for a reason.

In a blathering, scraggly voice, Funari stated — "What exactly are we looking for again? In my opinion, this feels as a wasted of time searching such a trivial scroll. I'm curious to see what kind of information it contains and as to why it has been unearthed only recently". Who else would would even know about?

Karyū responded in a dire monotony of bookish idioms — "The contents of the scroll is not our concern, Funari. You know that we are on a very strict time restraint. So let's conserve our time for aimless banter and let's instead carry out our objective."

Karyū was a skilled swordsman yet, he considered his strongest weapons to be his tongue and mind. He wielded the two just as efficient as he would his sword and kunai. Even though, Karyū was just as curious, he reeled back his interest and was perhaps a tad bit apprehensive to speak further. As you see, Karyū held a deep and brooding fascination of the idea of Jashin and the idea of violence. He was a man who always questioned everything. He had an intense aura about him and his combative abilities were a complete mystery. To call him a "cultist" would be highly inappropriate as he consider himself a scholar of the profane. The world was bleak and cruel, yet he reviled in it. He has been pushed to the brink of insanity and madness many times over. But, he has yet to fully succumb to Jinpachi's dark whispers in his mind as his questions aren't truly answered. The underground passageways were surreal to behold. Baffling sigils covered every possible area. It was unlike anything they had ever seen before. Fortunately, one of Funari's puppet's had a torch-like device stowed within one of its myriad of compartments. The dimly lit halls held secrets within secrets. Centuries of words of wisdom and a harvest of barren regrets once filled the temple but it was not as abandoned as it seemed. They were steadily traversing their way to the inner shrine to location the Jinpachi had described to them.

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