Crowlock

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"There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing."

First comes destruction. I Create nothing, Forgive nothing, save nothing, I just erase… completely. Shatter. Collapse. Break.

 

TALE ABOUT A BOY HAUNTED BY
 CROWS

 

 

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     He was born in a poor family in the Leaf Village when the times were unkind, people were dying from the simplest of sicknesses, the sky looked as if it was filled with flames and both law and order didn't even exist in the tales of old and forgotten ones. His home is in the Land of Fire...what an accurate name for a place like this... Perfect for one more story.

     Before he even turned 5 years old, ranks in his village had already been established. The First Hokage was elected and the idea of another war filled the air and hearts of all villagers with fear... except for the little ones. He remembers the day when soldiers invaded his house, hurting his mother and siblings and forcing his father into the army. Since that day his health started to fail and a weird fever started to burn his little fragile body. Days had passed and he was not getting better. Primitive medicines that his family was able to afford couldn't help him much. His mother then learned that her husband was killed in an ambush, leaving her alone with 3 kids - 2 younger ones and the eldest still sick. She had no resources to raise them all...the decision was made. It changed his mother... i na way that he couldn't understand.
     He didn't remember how much time had passed.Maybe days... maybe hours? A cold night and his mother's warm embrace is all he remembers from the time when she abandoned him in the forest. The cold ground and the scary darkness made his little body tremble. All he could focus his senses on were the sounds of birds....Crows perhaps? 

 

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 He was eventually found by some lumberjack that lived alone in the forest near the Leaf Village. He took him in, cured with some herbs which taste he remembers to this day. He raised him like his own son. The old man was strange and mysterious but also kind, so the boy never asked questions. He was much too afraid of losing him too. They didn't even know each other's names. The lumberjack never introduced himself and neither the boy because of the trauma that he had suffered. It was just "Lumberjack" or rather "Oldman" how the boy used to call him, and just "Kid" is how he was addressed by the old man. 

The boy started living with the Old Man. Helped him out with cooking, working in the forest, cutting wood and everything else that a lumberjack does. Years had passed. Kid started to feel alive again. He didnt forget about his past, whenever he was shopping in the village or selling wood, he kept his eyes opened for mother and siblings that he barely remembered. Sadly, he never met them again. Due to his work in the forest, where air is always fresh and clean, his body started to change. He was no longer some weak little kid. He gained muscles and fortitude and was never sick again. Also, cutting wood became some sort of a ritual for him; a way to cleanse his mind through which granted him focus. Living in the forest among wolves and bears sharpened his senses. He was no longer the kid he once knew.

The only thing that he couldnt get off his mind was this weird sensation of being observed...When he focused on it, he could hear that crow from his oldest memory, when he laid there on the ground with the fever eating away his mind. The older he got, more and more crow's nests around the lumberjacks house started to appear. One day, the Oldman got so annoyed by them that he threw a kunai out of nowhere, perfectly hitting a bird flying in the air.  He didn't know that boy was watching him from afar back then. "He had to be a ninja!" - the boy thought. At that time he has set his mind to become one as well, and since the Oldman became softer with the age, the Kid finally forced some basic training on him.
Soon enough he joined ninja academy as a student. He had a good life, he was working, he was studying, training - he wanted to make the Oldman proud. Found 3 close friends Grzesu, Sakurwa and Dzikkusek, but they moved out after they all graduated. When he almost turned 16 years old, he was already a full fledged gennin. That's when Oldman decided to teach him the ways of Gentle Fist. He never stopped surprising him...but still he never asked any questions.


 

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He still feeds his mind on the day when he has lost it all again. He was returning back home from the village. Setting sun has painted the sky all fiery red, just like in the old times. By the time he had entered the woods it was already night. Walking down the path, he noticed that forest became quiet, darker than usual. There were no signs of animals around. Then he noticed a dead bird on his way. Little broken animal turned to be a crow, with his wings eaten out. He stopped to look at his sorroundings but there was no sign of any predator. "Born of the night" - was the silent, prolonged whisper he heard right behind his ears. He instantly took a fighting stance and prepared himself for a fight. Moments have passed and there was no sign of any threat...also dead crow was gone. Strange... He didn't really have any time to comprehend when he suddenly heard some metallic noises....clashing kunais? A fight! Near his house!
He ran as hard as he could, sometimes forgetting to properly breathe. He was so worried about the Oldman. When he reached his destination, his eyes embraced a dreadful view. Whole ground around his house was covered in blood marks and ninja tools. One spot was especially outstanding... Two bodies drenched in their own blood, one was extremely broken, covered in multiple cuts and kunais. It was the lumberjack laying next to a ninja. His hand was still holding tight some head protector...with Leaf Village sign on it.
At that time something broke inside the kid. He didnt even think, he just acted. He took one of the kunais and followed the trail of enemies that lead to lumberjack's cabin. Inside of it, he had found a secret passage that was wide opened and lead to the sewers....where he has found remaining 3 leaf's ninjas and killed them in his madness. He kept cutting their bodies untill that one kunai he held so passionately, finally broke on their bones.
He sat all night at the Oldman's body, and buried him in the morning. Once he put a tombstone on the grave next to that cabin a strange thing happened...all crows from the woods gathered and attended to the funeral, watching and observing. Once they covered the whole area, it all turned black from their feathers, until their blackness merged with the light of a rising sun, painting the scene purely black and white. Once the sunlight warmed up the boys posture, he also felt a crow sitting on his shoulder. When he looked him in the eye he felt something...he heard something... 
silent words going over and over again...
 "Love...your hate....your....faith lost....now...you are....one... one of US!"
Soon after that he packed his things and left somewhere, no one knows where.  Some people claimed to see him among missing ninjas, some say that he left to Sand Desert. What really happened to him? Maybe he fights his own siblings for life and death, and none of them are aware of their bloodlines? There's no answer to those questions. Although there are many stories about him....Some are good, some are dreadful. What's known is that people call him Crowlock, because wherever he goes...crows follow... 

"Because EVIL...will always find it's way!"

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LONG LOST JOURNAL

Few months ago, leaf scouts were exploring system of caverns, deep in Dark Forest. They were all connected to the central cave that turned out to be a hideout of someone...someone who abandoned it long ago and left his journal behind. Few entries are especially worrisome...

 

"First time you kill a man you come to a crossroads - you learn something about yourself.
You don't learn what you are capable of, or how bad a person you are or any of that 
bullshit. You learn you can sleep at night after or you learn you can't.
You are either haunted or you not. I was 17 teen years old the first time i killed a man
and i slept like a baby every night since."

"That one time when i was recovering from my last fever, my Old Man said to me,
he said : Kid, you can't outrun your fate, but you sure as hell gotta try.
I didn't really know what he mean't back then. See, there was something inside me,
something "terrible, waiting" to get out. And when it did...It made me watch
the only thing i ever cared about, drenched in blood, dying in pain. Then it gave me the power
to make things right, the kind of stuff you only see in your worst nightmares.
When i joined Red Lotus the killing only made it stronger, harder to control.
My water chakra nature became tainted, i can feel sickness bursting in my veins..."

"Pain became constant and sharp...i can barely cast any jutsu, I'm slowly losing it. Since weeks it has been invading my dreams. A giant crow's figure, with halo made of smaller black birds. It speaks to me in my dreams and I always remember it's words clearly :
"People die but it doesn't matter to you, it doesn't.
I'm not wrong. Everything is yours to toy with.
Release it. Open up. Kill...everything.
Until everything disappears from before your eyes.
Don't defy me...I bring forth nothing, I bless nothing. I save nothing.
I just erase, completely...."".

Next few entries are almost impossible to read. They don't make much sense and they look like words of a madman written ina great hurry. Only few of them could be deciphered

"(...)It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
It lays behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills,
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life and kills laughter(...)"

"...Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. 
No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, 
and is waiting for it..."

"All i have dies by days
All i want has your face
All i see has your name
All i love dies in pain
All i dream of does fade
All i love hides away
All i touch begins to rust
Creaky castles in the sand
All i will my will knot
All i live with will rot
All i knew leaves my brain
All i am dies again"

"Last night i have sacrificed all crows that followed me in a ritual to summon it's avatar. I managed to connect it with my water nature and seal it within my body. It feels almost as if i made a peace with myself. Although i cannot use water jutsus anymore, i have planted a seed in my body that grows within me as i will become more compatibile with it - granting me power in future. I shall rest few days and find Niti..."

"There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing."

 

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