Agatomori Mizuchi

[GutZ 15]

 

Basic Information

Name: Mizuchi

Surname: Agatomori

Nickname: N/A

Age: 15

Place of Birth: Land Of Rivers 

Height: 1.65 cm

Weight: 63 kg

Occupation:  Taikomochi  in training(Former), Konohagakure Shinobi (Current)

 

Backstory:

Part One: The tale of Mizuchi, the ever coiling serpant

"You cannot keep this secret any longer Makko. If the boss finds out you'll have to get rid of it one way.. or another." A geisha partway through putting on her makeup spoke into a nearby mirror, looking behind her at a young, small framed geisha in full traditional attire. Her hand resting ever so gently over her stomach. "I can't simply get rid of love Aisa. He promised he will come back. I will bare this child and await his return.." her voice was shaken, but confidence overtook her as a gust of emotions filled her heart with courage once more, "So we can run away and be happy.. and live as a family.." . Aisa's gaze said more than any of her words could. She was worried, excited, but Makko wasn't the first to speak with so much love towards someone long ways away from the four walls they now called home.

Years would pass, Makko would bare her first child due to support from her wealthier customers wanting her to stay a part of the Okiya - but her beloved never returned. Deep down she was deeply saddened, but in honor of heir heritage she would name her first born child after a tale which connected her to her beloved home..

 

 

The following tale has reenacted by the geisha of the Land of Rivers for generations:

 

Under the River he dwells. Never lost, ever-seeking. 

Stretching across the river, he rules all who dare enter his domain.

The scales of his body are the waves, the stones of the River the eyes through which he sees.

 

Once, there lived a humble Guide in the Land Of Rivers. Living a modest life, the man was but one of many that ushered foreign folk across the land. Through the river of life, he paddled away and away - never fearing to welcome another day.

On such a faithful day, the ordinary man was approached by a tall, handsome well-built giant. Fine plated armor adorning his towering physique. By his side a fair maiden of petite stature draped in fine silk.  Her locks curled down into unimaginable long vines only furthering and complimenting the astonishing, fearsome size of her companion. 

With a calm voice he reached out to the Guide, beckoning for his services for wealthy amount coin.

Surprise overcame the humble Guide, but in only but a moment as he simply welcomed the pair onto the ship. With a voice as calming as the the gentle sound of the river creaking he conveyed a warning. 

"I must warn you, these coins do me nor you any good. If you wish to safely make your way across this river you will give me three calabash. One for each on the ship."

From within her long sleeves the maiden pulled forth a calabash, filled to the brim with freshly drawn cold water. Entrusting it to the man she remained interested, confused. Why would such a man, with very little to his name, not take the coin that could provide so much prosperity to his life. With a hysterical howl, the giant provided a singular calabash - finding the river guide amusing. Through fits of laughter the armored man spoke once more.

"You're a funny one, old timer. Here, have yourself a drink of the finest sake the Land of Fire has to offer! But we do not have another one, we'll get you as many as you want once we reach the other side! " 

Leaning down on the edge of the boat the giant lowered the large satchel of coin, and began his relaxation. The river guide sighed as he simply nodded away. Understanding that he couldn't persuade the man any further. With a firm grasp of his worn out oar he pushed away and began their journey

Some time would pass, as the old boat made its way down the river. The once lush sounds of nature, silenced by the loud sound of water which mustn't be tread upon.  The river lost its flow, leaving the ship stranded in the middle. Rising from the depths of the water was a serpent like entity with a maw as wide as the river bank, with teeth sharp as the finest of swords.  It scales reflected the very beauty of the water, covered in sea matter of all kinds. Its blue scales stared back at the ship.

"Who dares cross my river without sacrifice!"

The beast roared in anger, shaking the now still water of the river.

Quivering in fear, the maiden hid behind the armored giant who stood tall before the large Serpent, taking arms. The Serpent snarled sending shivers down the body of the towering individual who before the leviathan resembled but the very tip of one of his teeth. Shuddering before the beast, the giant too fell to the fright within his heart.

"Pitiful human, raising your sharp stick at the sight of my greatness..."

Before the beast could sink its teeth into the side of the boat the river Guide spoke with a calm voice, grasping the attention of the beast even if be for but a moment. He'd entertain the cunning beast. 

"Oh great Mizuchi, The all devouring, guardian of the Land of Rivers. We may offer you the gold on this ship - but alas the rivers of this land are far more rich then any coin we could offer! But if I may! I would play but a simple game, for safe passage. Surely - you would satisfy a final wish of someone who has very little to lose."

The slit iris of the behemoth opened and closed. Silent as time seemed to stretch further and further with each ongoing moment. Finally his nostrils flared and a thick mist escaped the nasal cavities. 

"Then do tell . . . humble guide. . . what do you offer me . . .?" 

The Serpent coiled its body around the boat, looking at the man with great interest.

What the man had planned was but a simple game. Showing off the calabash, he'd allow the fine sake and water to spill across the deck of the boat. Blowing on them once, he'd place them onto the water surface with a gentle touch.

"You are the master of this path that we seek to cross, you control all within its domain. If you can sink these two gourds, you may bring the final breath upon us! If you can't - simply let us through."

Licking its maw, the tension on the boat was released - the ever coiled beast letting go. Amused by the simpleness of the man and his request, the guardian spirit would play along with his final wish. Under one condition.

"You will place one more item, for each one that sink - I will take away one life. Welcoming your soul to River...furthering the riches of my river banks.."

The guide presented one of the gourds. The Maiden presented the second one. Leaving the armored giant to present an item of his own. Cunning, he'd fetch a piece of parchment, folding it multiple times until he created a vessel of his own. Laying it on the water to float before the serpent.

Raising its arm from the depths of the lake, Mizuchi's claw's swirled in the air. A small whirlpool soon sinking the items which rested before him. The pair of calabash and the paper ship, gone under the river. In joyful laughter the guardian spirit opened its jaw, ready to swallow the boat whole - however two gourds came up from the water, resting on the still surface of the water. Mizuchi's nostrils flared in anger, as a thick fog consumed the ship and then . . . 

Silence.

The flow of the river abruptly continued, the river guide and the maiden allowed passage to the other side. Not many know what happened after, but the tale has been shared for many generations.. thus many of the Land of Rivers inhabits till this day carry a calabash as a sign of protection and good fortune.

Mizuchi.

 

Part two: The Dragons maw

Mizuchi was tasked from an early age to learn the basics of proper etiquette. Being a boy growing in an Okiya meant labor intensive jobs, from cutting wood , mopping the floors day and day out to taking care of the livestock that belonged to the Okiya compound . These chores would take up most of his time in the day, the remainder spent on learning the arts of entertainment - he was to become a full fledged Taikamochi. 

That is until one faithful encounter. Resting after a long day of mopping the floors from the spilled over sake from the last guests that were just leaving, a large hand grasped his small head, pushing his long curly and drenched locks into his eyes. He couldn't see who the large individual was, but his soft voice was more then enough to ensure Mizuchi of his safety. 

"They've got you working really hard, huh kid? Here, come and sit down with me.." the man then sat on the doorframe, just outside the Okiya. He wore a fine black robe, silver flowers adorning the fine silk which draped over his muscular and tall frame. Shy, Mizuchi simply observed for a few moments. He was never treated as an equal. The man was patient, and given enough time Mizuchi slowly opened up. They sat down, sharing in their interest in mythology and tales - something that the young boy never told anyone before. He felt like someone was interested in him. Like someone finally understood. For most of his life he was treated as nothing more but an extra pair of hands to help around with the business. No one showed interest in him aside his own mother. Even with being busy with her work, she found time deep into the night to listen to Mizuchi's wants and needs. If he had someone else next to his mother, he wouldn't feel so lonely - or so he thought. He felt excited. The young boy went as far as inviting the man to stay the night, knowing a way to sneak him in without paying. And so it was.

He introduced himself as Kaido. Once a glorious pirate, now a wondering man exploring what he had not seen on the open blue ocean. He promised to tell Mizuchi more of his tales, but alas as the morning sun radiated its glorious rays across the clay rooftop of the Okiya compound the usual morning silence was filled to the brim with screams of panic and pain. The house was set ablaze, and a cloaked figured slashed his way through the workers as if they were simply overgrown grass, mowed down swiftly with precise strikes.

Makko covered Mizuchi with her robe, hiding within a nearby closet - closest to the exit. The fire was getting more intense with each passing moment. The air was unbreathable, as she clenched the boy tightly to her. However within the small boys heart, there was no fear. There was no panic. He had seen death as a usual encounter. Be it a moth straying too close to a flame, a guest with a bill unpaid. If anything he stood silent, clinging onto the only thing that brought him joy. A small porcelain mask in the shape of a fox spirit, a reminder of the tales his mother performed. He had lived his whole life till this point simply wanting to explore outside the Okiya. To find the truth to the endless myths and legends he heard so much about.. Without noticing he clenched his mothers dress with one of his hands more and more, seeing bodies fall one after the other through a small crack in the closet. With each body his grip tightened, only to abruptly loosen as his mother's weight pressed onto him..

Before he knew it. A warm sensation covered his black locks, pouring down onto his face and over his hands as he attempted to wipe it off. Red. All there was - was red. Lifting his head gingerly upwards, his mother stood motionless. A blade thrusting out of her still breathing body, as she collapsed over him and out of the closet, hiding Mizuchi within her robes from the assailant till her last breath.

When the screams finally came to a close, Mizuchi grasped onto the porcelain mask and calmly made his way out of the household. Taking but a single glance back as the flames grew like a giant dragons maw and consumed what remained of his mother. All he could think about was "All fairy tales have to end.. momma.. right? But why this one..", as faint trickles of tears ran down his bloodied cheeks. The bright flames licked up the house, just as he took his final step out. Crossing the threshold where Kaido and him once sat, there rested a reminded of what transpired that day. A burning black robe, a silver lotus etched into the back of the design..

 

Part Three:  A will to live.

Days. Weeks. Months. Time wasn't something his young soul could keep track of after his latest experience. For quite some time, Mizuchi kept roaming the Land of Rivers. He'd walk for the majority of the day in a straight line, finding berries to sustain himself as little as they did. By night he'd climb the tall trees, hiding within their lush branches - awaiting a new morning to come so he may continue on his path. But where was he headed with such dedication? Even he himself did not know. He felt as if the world around him was fading, finding himself slipping into deep thought and reliving the countless tales and performances he saw. Fantasy and daydreaming, it had occupied him from delving further about what had transpired some time ago. Yet, restless nights and horrific images plagued his youthful mind at night. He'd dream of a large onyx snake, slithering up and whispering into his ear.. it's cold scales rubbing up against him and squeezing tightly around his neck as the night progressed.. "If you were strong and brave as the heroes in those countless tales, you could have stopped the fire.. even if you had a fraction of power as some great evil spirit.. but then again why would you care?.. You weren't anything special.. just a boy.. who's whore of a mother was left to take care of.. you were free labor.. a lost and unwanted soul.." but before the snake could further crush his spirit, warm rays illuminated his pale dirty skin. 

In time, Mizuchi gave into the whispers. Blaming himself for what had happened on that fateful day. However there was one thing he would not allow. He wouldn't allow himself to sink further, and completely succumb to the voices at night. The ocean of sorrow and its strong currents tugged him onto the deepest reaches of its sea bed. The snakes who coiled and slithered with grace on the sands of other people's misery - they were but insignificant spirits feeding off of him. Leeches. This is what he had led himself to believe at least. 
In days to come, the boy would change himself. Bathing for the first time in a long while, the mud and blood which adorned his snow white skin peeling off, much like skin shedding from a snake. He'd step out of the cold and refreshing waters with a new perspective in life. He had found his reason for survival. 

It was exactly a year from this moment, when a small group of people made camp near the river Mizuchi set up his newfound roots. The group consisted of two kunoichi with long black hair, and one shinobi who had a short messy white haircut. He was covered in scars of all kinds, but most of all what set him apart was the way he carried himself. He was confident and cheerful, and he spoke as such as they made their way deeper into the forest.  It was in fact his voice that scared off the nearby abundant flora and fauna, leading countless animals running through Mizuchi's home. A makeshift hammock, a large bonfire and countless strung up meats and vegetables protected within a hollowed tree husk made up his sanctuary - however he himself was nowhere to be found. 

"Oi.. Yon, we don't seem to be alone.. take a closer look.." the kunoichi motioned. Revealing a pair of tracks which eventually vanished into an opening within a large tree. Upon closer inspection, the white haired man lead the two within revealing Mizuchi's home. "This meat is fresh.. and it's so large and.. is this bear meat?" the kunoichi muttered into her own chin with clear confusion. To be able to fight off such an animal, it was clear to her that a group of hunters lived within this makeshift hideout. "We should watch out.. we could be s -.."
But before she could finish her sentence a small purple spark flickered in front of her eyes, letting a small chirp echo out within the husk. Fright took over the three picked up their guard, putting their backs together and readying themselves for battle. "Loosen your grip a bit Hina, your kunai might snap.." the white mane man said through a smirk. 

Chirping. One bird. Two. A flock of birds. It was all around them. And then it unexpectedly stopped. A vigorous but confident voice replaced the chirping. "You adults need something.. or are you just lost little children playing hide and seek.. ?" Standing tall on the ceiling with his soles firmly planted on the wooden bark was Mizuchi. Draped in rough handmade tanned leather, a makeshift blade within his grasp he stared down at the group with a cold expression. Tension rapidly built up in the little oasis Mizuchi had called home. Yet, Yon couldn't hold himself from chuckling, which further escalated into laughter. He was astonished, baffled even. Such a young kid performing levels of chakra control, this was something he himself had seen for the first time. It was nostalgic for him, reminding him of the countless days training and giving it his all over the years so he may perform such a feat. Nevertheless, a child not but roughly twelve years of age did what he could not in his youngest years. He'd motion for his comrades to stand down and in the following hours they'd establish faint bits of trust.

They were Konohagakure shinobi, and Mizuchi's travels lead him deep into the wildest parts within the Land of Fire. Far away from the place he grew up in. They were getting supplies for their village, their hospital to be more precise. This peaked the young boy's interest. The group soon moved camp closer to Mizuchi's haven and over several weeks of leaving and returning back to camp, they established real trust.. Yon would teach Mizuchi the basics of herbology, while the boy shared the countless tales he knew from his childhood. He had finally found someone to trust once more, someone willing to listen to him and share their own tales without asking for anything else in return. He saw kindness and love within Yon, and without him realizing Yon became the father figure he never had. In the following months Yon alongside his wife Hina adopted Mizuchi into their own family, bringing him into the Village Hidden in the Leaves as a new member of the Agatomori family and their first child. 

Not long after, Mizuchi enrolled in the Academy to sharpen his natural gifts, and passed with flying colors in quick succession. As a new Genin within the Hidden Leaf, his grades and reports were sent to none other then Taishi Saitou, the heir of the Saitou family a Jounin and his future sensei..  Still, it seemed the ill whispers that attached themselves to this flourishing child had more plans instore for him.. slithering ever so closer.. pulling on the curtain that would reveal his true past.. his upcoming fate.
 
 
 
 

 

Edited September 29, 2021 by GutZ

[BloodyDoll 63]

Hah you snake. Feel the wrath of my empty water bottle and perish!

 

What happened to the giant and ship? O-O"

[GutZ 15]

6 minutes ago, BloodyDoll said:

Hah you snake. Feel the wrath of my empty water bottle and perish!

 

What happened to the giant and ship? O-O"

Leaving that to the interpretation of the reader.

[GutZ 15]

Update:

-Phrasing.

-Art.

 

[GutZ 15]

Update:

- Part one(added).

- Part two (added).

 

Edited September 29, 2021 by GutZ

[GutZ 15]

Update:

- Part Three (added.)

- Grammar check.

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