The Cold Day[Rememberance/Private]

With several quick blinks of his eye lids, dray finally rubbed his eyes as he opened them both to a brand and pleasant new morning. The bright sharp presence of the piercing sun rays calling out to him and the strange but familiar tweets of the birds filled the atmosphere.
Still lieing in bed, dray was trying to re- call what changes he had undergone and why he actually felt different suddenly. His mentality, his thoughts, everything all seemed advanced though, he believed that he was still his usual self. Getting up from bed, he walked up to the wash hand basin with a mirror in front of it. He poured some water on his face and looked into the mirror only to see a few changes on himself. For the past few days, he had not really had any time for himself. He had been busy training. Pretty intensive trainings. Developing new jutsus, straining his muscles, trying to exceed his limits that he had no real time to look at the mirror. It was all work, work and work about the anbu though, it was worth it due to what he himself had undergone. Something known only to himself. A dark one indeed.
So, technically, it was his day off as an anbu and how he intended to spend it was not on his mind at the moment. He got into the shower and had a quick, pleasant bath with a fine scenting soap. Getting out of the bath and drying himself all up, he put on his black pants and usual white vest. He turned backwards and there it was, hanging smartly on the wall....This armour has saved me in countless life and death situations...Dray could hear his father's voice vividly as he looked at the piece of clothing. It was a simple kimono to the eyes but a brilliant armour to the wearer though, not a perfect armour precisely considering the fact that it could only defend against A- ranked stuffs and the likes of them though a thrown kunai targeted at a vital point by a specialist would be useless, all thanks to the fur of nature as his father liked to call it. When his father died, dray had held on to the piece of armour only to put it on when he was worthy of it and he felt like the time to do so had not yet come as dray walked up to the piece of clothing, brought it down from where it was neatly hung on the wall and set it wear it.
He put on the blue armour like a normal kimono and tied it firmly with a red loin and with all of his shinobi utilities concealed in it consisting of his senbons, kunais, shurikens, his scrolls, but he later put it off and perfectly hung it on the wall. He then changed into his normal regular attire consisting of a blue trouser, a blue vest, a blue jacket, and bandages covering both his arms. His mask still covering his nose and mouth, he put on his black leather gloves and blue open toe sandals.
Thinking about how to spend his day off as an anbu of the cloud, dray took some time to think. He was to meet the anbu captain in person soon but now was not the time and today was definetly not the day so he had to do something else. With no ideas popping up in his head, he left his home and just headed in the direction his instincts pointed to....
WC:603

Dray continued walking calmly and consciously as he just watched his legs as they seemed to move on their own command. Following this instincts of his had now almost become a regular habit to him and as he continued thinking of what and what had changed in his body system and why they had changed, he remembered hearing from some one that once a person gets older and he himself knows that he has gotten older, then he would start to behave in a way elderly peopler behave and maybe that was why he was feeling different, he thought. Maybe because he is now an anbu or who knows what might have happened to him though this was not his first day as an anbu. As he continued walking, all lost in his puny little thought, he felt the atmosphere change as he looked up and saw leaves falling all around him. He looked carefully again to be sure that he was still in kumogakure and after much confirmation, he realized that he was in the southern part of kumogakure... A place he was well familiar with but in his point of view, it's either the place had changed a bit or his eyes had lost their saved images. He looked around and waited for the calm tweeting of the birds that finally came. They were silent at first probably due to the fact that someone had walked in. They later continued tweeting but did not come closer to dray. It was like he was a different person. Waving off the thought, he hopped unto a tree and relaxed himself... A nice way to spend his day off as an anbu member, he thought...
The cool breeze of the surrounding blew towards him as dray closed his eyes to rest his mind, body and soul having forgotten to meditate in the morning. Something he rarely forgot...
wake up! Wake up!! Wake up!! Its morning....would you let your brother be, he was training up all night while you were sound asleep you know...

who do you think is sleeping, I trained all night does not mean am tired. Besides, am all ready for training, so, I got to go.... Dray said as he was about to leave the house.. His mother tried to call out to him to come and eat before leaving but he just wouldn't listen.. From a corner of the house, a deep voice filled the room ...and what will happen when you faint on the battlefield because of your lack of nutrients?... Dray was shocked as he stopped in his footsteps. His father rarely talked. He turned backwards and walked to the chair to have his breakfast... Upon finishing his food rather quickly, he set to leave as he ignored his younger sister's (cousin actually) nagging words about wanting to follow him to the forest..

Running through the village swiftly, and bumping into many villagers, dray finally reached the southern forest. He heaved a sigh of relief as the forest seemed rather empty except for the chirping, tweeting and different sounds of animals that filled the forest. He had trained all night, true but he was not worn out a bit.. He commenced as he warmed up by performing hand stands which he counted. He did about twenty of them before going down to about twenty five push ups. He hoped unto a strong tree branch for fifteen pull ups before getting into real training as he pulled out both of his wooden swords and began fighting imaginary figures. He gripped firmly at the swords building up his wrist muscles as he took a fencing posture, thereby exercising and building up his thigh... Once he got a chance to defend an attack with the sword in his right, he quickly launched a strike with his left. Dray was beginning to like it but he was being conscious as the village of lightning- kumogakure was at war so, he had to be careful... He continued training, building up his skills and abilities to become one of kumogakure's greatest ninja and make his parents proud some day as he was able to push himself forward with such thought... As dray was about to leave the forest, he sheathed his swords as he saw birds flying away from the direction of the main village. What was happening? There was surely something going on... Dray left the forest as he began racing down home....
WC:760

As he continued running swiftly through the area, the atmosphere grew extremely cold and silent... The birds had stopped flying as earlier and the very tense environment had now become still as a graveyard. Dray landed unto the streets of the main village of kumogakure as he saw people sobbing silently, shinobis lying heavily injured on the floor, medic nins patrolling the area and other higher shinobis pacing the area restlessly and consciously... What the hell had happend was the question that filled dray's head... He heard a shinobi mumble to the other...while we had mustered our men to the front gates hoping that they would attack head on, they tricked us by sending in elite ninjas from the shadows and now, see what this has cost us...men, shinobis, comrades, friends, families...as he fell to the floor in grief.... Hearing this little but relevant piece of information, dray raced down to his home. The thoughts of his father, his mother, his little beautiful cousin, randomly banging in his head. A part of him was rest assured that they were safe because his father was no ordinary man when it came to skills in bukijutsu but another part of him was still restless...
As dray got to the frontage of his home, he opened the door to emptiness. He could not find anything but his eyes quickly caught someone with a mask flying out the window. As dray was about to give chase, the person was already gone. Be it a male or a female but dray was able to see two little engraved blades attached to two strands of hair that unfortunately fell out of the mask of the person. Holding to that piece of evidence, dray was brought back to reality as he had a faint voice coming from a dark corner of the room.. He recognized it to be his father's blood and quickly moved over to him. Upon getting closer to him, dray felt a thick liquid under his foot even though he was wearing a pair of sandals. He managed to look down as he saw thick pure red blood flowing around him as he traced it into the corner of the room where the voice from earlier had come from. With eyes wide open, dray could see his mother and younger cousin lying in the arms of his half dead father... Dray was short of words...he opened his mouth to speak but no words proceeded forth... His father saved him the trouble and explained that a group of elite ninjas stormed the village and did this...probably to other families too... With last words of encouragement and some presentations to dray, his father gave up the ghost... Understanding what had just happened, his father dead, his mother dead, his younger sister dead, It all felt like it was his fault.. If he had stayed home like his mother had wanted, things could have changed or he could have died with them... If he had allowed his younger sister with him to the forest, her life could have been saved... With all these guilt swarming in his head, a deafening sound came from within as dray let out a beastful cry that woke him up to the present as he continued this terrifying roar with his eyes glowing brightly blue like an ancient ice dragon, the body of water in the area all standing firm and upright and thick solid ice thrusting defensively around him as if responding to his every command.... Dray calmed himself as he put down in head in pain... Why did he have to remember this past today... Why were spears of ice thrusting out around him when he did not create them..was this the power of his abilities acting on his emotions... He questions were far more than the answers he had... But the one thing that made sense to him was the little engraved blades hidden in the two long strands of hair of the elite ninja who he believed to kill his family..
A solid piece of evidence to hold to... Looks like the time to avenge had truly come...
WC:701

On a second thought, dray wondered if he could truly find someone with two engraved blades in two long locks of hair in this vast shinobi world besides, an incident that happened about ten years ago... Dray thought about the possiblities of success and he knew that he could not do it alone... He was meeting the anbu captain very soon and he planned on telling her about the incident and everything, probably, he could receive permission to go in search... But apart from his discoveries, he really needed something reliable to work on..something to hold to.. As he sat still on the tree all by himself, he just kept looking forward as he saw a mark on the tree. A very tiny mark that looked like it was only visible to him... Dray hopped down and moved closer to the sign in the tree.. As he saw the mark, he ran his fingers over it and a hidden memory seemed to pop up in his head.....when I grow up, after beating up enemies, I'll make this sign on their butts for them to remember me... Hehe........ He could remember training in the forest and writing the first part of his name.."Dray" on the tree with his sword sayng he would make that signature on his enemie's butts...
This memory triggered another memory as he now seemed to remember the engraving on the little blade of the elite ninja.. His name was Dray and it seemed similar to the engraving... Bringing out a swords from it's scabbard and writing it on the ground, dray carefully put togethey the engravings on the blade...
C..L..A..Y......M..O..R..E..... Those were the letters as he pronounced it well...CLAYMORE....
Now, this was truly it.. A solid fact. A reliable one. One worth holding unto and walking with too... The though of avenging his parents seemed to raise his spirits high..but he did not want to avenge his family with a swords that was not meant to define death... Dray had created a bond with his ice but as almost everything about him had seemed to change this morning, his bond with the ice had also weakened a bit... He did not feel part of them anymore..
His current ice techniques were thought to him by his father and dray felt like it was time to have his own techs. A jutsu of his making. Having quality experience in the art of ninjutsu, dray was beginning to marvel at what he would do with his abilities... He sure would make his parents proud if they were alive and he would show the whole of kumo and also the ninja world that he is "ICE"...
With a bit of sadness but more excitement as to what he had discovered today, the memories of about ten years incident, dray headed for home to prepare himself....
He was going to meet his someone soon and he had no idea what was going to transpire between them both.. Either a matter of live or death..
Feeling alive again, dray did not attempt to walk quietly like he had earlier did but instead, he began acting like a shinobi again. With quick speed and agile reflexes, dray ran and hopped all the way to home freeing his head of killing thoughts..... The next day was probably a day on. A day to put on a solid blue and white wolf mask, and solid metal armour plates and proudly having the kumogakure no sato headband on.. A day to be an anbu of the lightning cloud..and to be fully called his code name..."ICE"
WC:636

EXIT
TOTAL WC: 2700
TRAINING:
BUKIJUTSU:A1-M1=1650
IRYO NINJUTSU: B1-I2b=1150