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Companions: (1/5) Crow Summon Line (Suicide Squad)
ENMA
The Crow
The wolf in sheep's clothing
"That idea that there will one day be no guys like me? Bullshit~!"
General Information Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: A sparse diet and life on the road have left Enma slimmed up. He only weighs 140 lbs now.
Hair: Enma has let his hair grow out just a bit. It now stretches to the bottom of his neck, making him look wilder. It still retains its gray color.
Eyes: His eyes are a pale, icy blue. Even when the rest of his handsome face is twisted into a jovial expression, his eyes always glare, betraying a distaste for most of the people around him.
Physical Features: Enma is handsome in the most typical way. A well-formed bone structure in his face lends to sharp lines and an honest face. No matter what kind of expression he wears, it always looks natural. Beneath his clothing lies a number of scars. Almost every last inch of his body is burned, cut, scorched, pecked, or otherwise blemished. They're oddly well kept, betraying some amount of pride in them. In the past few years, many more have been added. Carved into his chest over other scars are these Kanji: 美那子. The name of a failure.
Clothing/Accessories: As one of the cornerstone members of the newly revived Henkou, Enma wears its uniform with some small number of modifications. The tight, form-fitting cloak has been customized to have its hood lined with the fur from his old jacket. Instead of the standard lines and trimmings, Enma's cloak is lined with an intricate red design that seems patternless and random. Bandages typically cover his hands above the knuckles. Sewn into the robes are various pockets containing his ninja gear. His pants are dark blue and coarse, leading down to black boots.
Forehead Protector: Usually kept in his pockets. The Konoha symbol is scratched out and the words Fuck Konoha! are written in black ink.
Personality FilesShow
I've seen dozens of men and shinobi ten times stronger than Enma pass through these walls. He never broke. He sat in his cell day after day smiling at me when I brought him his food. With an air of nonchalance about him, he dismissed this place, this prison meant to break men like him. When he broke out with Laxus, I didn't know who to fear more, the walking storm or the man tearing my friends apart with crows.
-Informant from the Black Rock
Don't talk to me about that man. My wife and I had a good thing going here. He strolled in, pretty as you please, with crows flying around and smiling real easy like. Now that I think about it, he kept changing his voice. And he'd act real different. He stayed here 'bout two days and I mistook him for a new guest at least four times. He changed how he moved, how he acted, how he spoke. Hell, I think he changed how he thought. I hope you shinobi catch that bastard and make him burn for what he did to my girl.
-River Country Informant
I guess it makes sense that he came from a ninja village. He strolled into town one day, heard about our problem, and went off to solve it without a word. He killed all of those weird things coming from the village. Ran off without payment. I don't think he did it out of kindness though. I think he wanted the challenge. That town was burnt to the ground and the fields were salted when we got there. The bodies were dealt with messily, but with precision. It was the work of a professional.
Surgeon in Bear Country
I survived his slaughter by luck, I guess. He never checked out my house. But that girl. I feel sorry for her. I never saw a slaughter like that. He killed most of the people in our town like it was nothin'. He killed them with ash. ASH. He raped that poor girl, too. I know he did. Some Samurai came and got her the next day. I saw that look in her eyes. That man is evil. Evil incarnate. I'll sleep a lot sounder at night when he gets put down.
Informant from a destroyed town
-Informant from the Black Rock
Don't talk to me about that man. My wife and I had a good thing going here. He strolled in, pretty as you please, with crows flying around and smiling real easy like. Now that I think about it, he kept changing his voice. And he'd act real different. He stayed here 'bout two days and I mistook him for a new guest at least four times. He changed how he moved, how he acted, how he spoke. Hell, I think he changed how he thought. I hope you shinobi catch that bastard and make him burn for what he did to my girl.
-River Country Informant
I guess it makes sense that he came from a ninja village. He strolled into town one day, heard about our problem, and went off to solve it without a word. He killed all of those weird things coming from the village. Ran off without payment. I don't think he did it out of kindness though. I think he wanted the challenge. That town was burnt to the ground and the fields were salted when we got there. The bodies were dealt with messily, but with precision. It was the work of a professional.
Surgeon in Bear Country
I survived his slaughter by luck, I guess. He never checked out my house. But that girl. I feel sorry for her. I never saw a slaughter like that. He killed most of the people in our town like it was nothin'. He killed them with ash. ASH. He raped that poor girl, too. I know he did. Some Samurai came and got her the next day. I saw that look in her eyes. That man is evil. Evil incarnate. I'll sleep a lot sounder at night when he gets put down.
Informant from a destroyed town
The man himselfShow
Battle Information Rank:
Village:
Chakra Affinity: Katon
Second Chakra Affinity: Fuuton
Stats
- Ninjutsu: 9
- Taijutsu: 8
- Genjutsu: 10
- Stamina: 15
- Control: 15
- Strength: 11
- Speed: 10
- Wit: 11
- Sync: 11
2x Daggers, each no more than a foot and a half long. The first three inches serve as the hilts. They are tied to his waist, able to be drawn at the drop of a hat.
2x Wristblades, which are hidden in the sleeve of his jacket. They are attached to easily hidden bracers, and extend by pressing a button attached to the bracers that sits in his palm when worn correctly. The blades can extend up to eight inches.
1x Rope mechanism, worn on his right arm, from wrist to elbow. It takes the form of a container containing ten thin feet of rope. On the far end of the mechanism is a dart attached to the rope, and when a button on the side is pressed, the dart will shoot out, bringing the rope with it. If it makes contact with skin, it shoots into them with a strength of five. If Enma is in an elevated position, he can jump down, pulling them up and leaving them hanging in a non-suffocating manner. The rope can easily be cut by most sharp blades, but it provides a momentary distraction. It can easily be reloaded.
1x Gas mask, kept tied around his neck. This mask is useful for protecting Enma's eyes, mouth, and nose from harmful substances, such as ash, sand, and the like, as well as allowing him to keep his eyes open underwater.
10x Ropes as described above with matching darts, stored across the pockets and pouches on his body.
5x explosive tags, kept in his jacket pocket.
5x Smoke bombs, kept in the front pockets of his pants.
5x Flash bangs, capable of blinding his opponent, or himself, for a single post. They are kept in one of the pockets of his pants.
20x Senbon, kept in a weapon pouch near his waist.
10x Kunai, kept in a weapon pouch near his waist.
Combat Style:If Enma had his way, the first blow would be a last. As an actor, he likes to build people up with expectations and then end things with one blow. Fool people into thinking he's a weakling and then introducing them to a dagger in the dark. When that fails, he relies upon a combination of ninjutsu and taijutsu to pull him through. An expert user of Konoha's ash style, he uses it and other ninjutsu as a form of 'shock and awe' against mostly the ignorant folk of the minor countries.
Jutsu Information Abilities: [2/3]
AshShow
An extension of Katon, Konohagakure shinobi with both Katon and Fuuton affinities are able to create and use the Ash style. The user is capable of using the Katon affinity to create the ash, and the Fuuton affinity to manipulate and control the ash.
Summon LineShow
Crow Summoning Contract
This is an agreement between the client, Enma, and a contractor of the Crow Summon Line. The client has signed a blood contract and agreed to the terms and conditions of the contract. This is a single contract that binds and grants the client access to summon any companion(s) of the aforementioned Summon Line.
This is an agreement between the client, Enma, and a contractor of the Crow Summon Line. The client has signed a blood contract and agreed to the terms and conditions of the contract. This is a single contract that binds and grants the client access to summon any companion(s) of the aforementioned Summon Line.
History
Sympathy for the DevilShow
Years ago, on December 23rd, a woman's body was found in the alleyway located in one of Konohagakure's more isolated districts. The woman was laying with her back against a wall, and in her dead arms, a baby was cradled. When the village's peacekeepers attempted to move the body, they picked the baby up lazily, assuming it was dead. To the surprise of everyone in attendance, the baby cried. It roared, kicked, and emptied its tear ducts. Over the course of the next few days, arrangements were made for the baby to be raised in an orphanage. The particular orphanage the baby was given to was ran by a cruel patron with a morbid sense of humor. When he saw the icy blue eyes that the baby looked up at him with in its own stupid way, he laughed and turned to the peacekeeper that told him the story of how the baby was found. "Look at these eyes. They're as cold as the bottom of Hell. Lord Enma himself came to pay us a visit. That's what I'm going to call him. Enma."
A child growing up with a name like Enma is a person expected to be the subject of ridicule. Instead, with an easy charm and a knowing smile, he swept others off their feet from a young age. His orphan master seemed to have it out for him but neither of them were overt about retaliating for the little comments they'd make to each other. Enma was given just a little less food than the other children, just a smidgen less playtime. The orphan master would always make up some sort of excuse, like food running low or him being needed for something. Keen and able to read the emotions of others from a young age though, Enma knew the truth. He hated the orphan master more than almost everyone he'd meet since but he'd never let that show. It was all a part of the game.
At the age of eight, Enma applied for admission to the academy. Ever since he had learned to read, it became his mission to study. Through his window, he'd watch happy children walk by with their headbands on, their parents and other guiding figures congratulating them on their admission to the shinobi ranks. The worst were the clan members. Enma had no particular reason to hate them. No clan member was ever cruel to him, but Enma hated how they were born destined for greatness. Enma never believed in destiny. So he studied, his knowledge grew, and the results of his entrance examination were exceptional. From out of nowhere, this small boy with a quick smile and easy confidence had emerged as one of the most promising academy students of his generation. Success came easy to Enma. The three core tenants of the shinobi came easy to him. Many speculated that he was going to be a genjutsu specialist. Several of his teachers noted a special aptitude for certain areas of the field. A letter from one such teacher is excerpted below:
Enma graduated top of his class in the academy. Many of the Jounin in the village wanted to train him. The newly minted Genin wasn't exactly supposed to know this, per se, but he heard through the grape vine that he was much harder to place into a squad than the other students because so many Jounin recommended him for their squad. Despite that, the man he was eventually paired with was dull. Jonichi Kazuwara. He'd use the name Jonichi a lot when he left Konoha. Known as the Phantom of the Leaves, he was a notoriously difficult teacher. He was stealthy though, and he corrected what holes there were in Enma's acting routines. The other two Genin were nothing exceptional, although one had a similar affinity for birds. Of little note, they achieved little worth mentioning after passing their Chunin exams. Much like everyone else in his life, they valued Enma immensely.
A few months after being assigned to Jonichi's squad, they were called out to investigate some missing cattle. It turned out to be a band of morally questionable ronin and it was there that Enma first tasted blood. He killed a man with his bare hands, rolling with him in the dirt, overpowering him, and smashing his head in with his own helmet. Enma liked the blood. It was the strangest thing to watch a person die. He wanted to do it again but knew acting on that instinct would get him into trouble. He attended meetings for counseling, played the part of the wounded, brooding genius. It was another part he was forced to play, another chapter in the life of the person the village believed him to be. He went through all the beats of a recovery story and eventually stopped needing to go to therapy. Soon after, he passed his Chunin exams and fell out of the lives of his counterparts.
With his new rank came prestige and wages that were enough to buy his own home despite being fourteen. With how often and efficiently he completed missions, he was able to afford a home in one of Konoha's wealthier districts. Brushing shoulders with some of the wealthiest young ladies in the village, Enma found his acting skills could be put to a malicious use. Often just to prove he could do it (but certainly enjoying himself in the process), he would court young ladies from high society families, deflower them, and then drift out of their lives just enough that he didn't have to contact them regularly. He was a master of the tease and a master of giving others false hope.
More often than not, when sent on missions, he chose to either work alone or with Jonichi. The two were an effective team but Enma never really connected with him on a personal level. In the dying months of the year, before Enma turned fifteen, he killed again and this time he was alone. He burned a man to death in the defense of a village. There were other people he killed that day since it was a moderately sized force that attacked, but this death stuck out to him. He saw a man in his barest form, skin blackened and cooked. He saw the end of all life in that man's body. Telling no one of his revelation, the revulsion he felt around the normal, sheepish members of the village was much more palpable.
But he knew that he could not take it out on anyone in the village yet. Despite his strength, he was no match for the Bannin. No match for even the Jounin. So, he suffered in silence, playing the part of one of the village's most promising shinobi so well that he believed the lie himself. It was a game to him and the stakes grew higher with every successful mission. He completed missions around Fire Country quickly and used his down time to practice his technique. He perfected his great game. The rules were simple: murder someone and don't get caught. No ninjutsu, minimum genjutsu. Only use his own skills and talents. By the time he was seventeen, he had been promoted to Jounin, one of the youngest to be named in years. Revered by the village as one of its elite shinobi, Enma took on increased responsibility. His first year was spent away from the village for the most part. For every month he spent in the village, he spent three abroad doing covert operations on behalf of Konoha.
He turned eighteen in bear country listening to the whispers about the country's Daimyo and nineteen as an undercover agent in a Sea country shipping warehouse with ties to Kirigakure. He saw even dirtier corners of the world, saw it in its rawest, barest form. By that time, he'd perfected his game. Murder had grown into an art form for him. When he returned to the village, Enma was given an assignment the village viewed as easy since his return coincided with the year's graduation from the academy.
Placed in charge of a three man genin team, Enma didn't really know what to expect for once. He didn't like kids and suddenly he was expected to babysit. Not only was he in a village he disagreed with philosophically, he was being forced to do boring things. And then, he saw her.
Despite what people would think of him in later years, Enma was never insane. He never acted irrationally. He planned all of his actions out and his success was a result of that planning. But when he saw that girl standing amidst the two bickering boys on his team, Enma felt something he had never felt before. Love would be the wrong word. Love had nothing to do with it, but it was something equally strong. She was not particularly gifted in any aspect. She was not outstanding. She was pretty but not as beautiful as some of the women he'd banged. But she was beautiful. She was the person he wanted to show his masterpiece.
He trained her well and the other two had their turns. But it was her he doted on. Playing up the fact that they had nature elements in common, he spent time training her. Inch by inch, Enma broke her. It was in small ways. He took care to never scare her. She was wrapped around his finger and it made him so happy. He made her question. And he adored her for doing just that. He told her dark truths about the will of fire through hints that would lead her to understanding. She made him so proud. And for her, he started murdering inside the village itself.
It was a cold day when the body was first found. Grandiose as ever, the body was left on the will of fire monument. As far as anyone could tell, it was the work of a madman, not a shinobi. Rumors were flying about the village being infiltrated by someone. It was a tense time in Konoha's recent history. Enma was there with the other Jounin when they were briefed on the situation and he played his part yet again. The dutiful Jounin took great care of his student then, once again making her question how a family could truly bond if it allowed one of its own to die. Or...if one of its own could do something like that. Four more murders occurred over the span of the next year. Knowing that the modus operandi would be torn apart and examined after each murder, the bodies were each found in different states. It was fun to throw off the hounds, even if they cheated.
Finally, things were boiling and coming to a head within the village. The sixth murder would be the final one for no other reason than Enma decided on that number. And he had a very special person in mind. His beloved student lived with her father. One day when Enma had been invited over for dinner, he came early while she was still training. Hours later, she came home to find her father murdered and Enma bathing in his blood. The realization that her sensei was the murderer...did nothing to her. All the hints, the half-truths and the hate mixed in with the right words had paid off. Her eyes were empty and he saw that, like him, she understood. He pulled her close and told her more dark truths, of the things he had done. He told her how alone they were in the world and how little one life was worth. They shared one night that Enma would never forget. The night he'd compare all other nights to.
But what he hadn't counted on was the girl and her father having plans the next day. When he was discovered cradling the body of something that could barely be described as human, he fled. His time in the village was over. He'd won as far as he was concerned. The world was his for the taking and that first year was the best. Hunted constantly for the crimes he'd committed against Konoha, he stayed in Tea Country for a time, playing cat and mouse with his old village. They even sent his old mentor to attack him. Eventually, Tea Country bored him as well and he booked passage on a ship bound west. Arriving in a land separated from shinobi cold war, he found a place he'd wanted to seek out since he was in the village, the mountain of the crows. he bonded with them in a way he never bonded with anyone in the village. They understood him. They understood the rudderless ways of the world and appreciated wild beauty.
Returning to the shinobi lands years later empowered by the training of the crows, he stood as one of the world's elite, hiding his true abilities from all. He restricted himself to Jounin level on most endeavors and still does to this day. It was around this time that he met Yaku Fushinkou, one of the most powerful men in the world. Yaku gave him something he'd lacked: a purpose that amused him. Now, he is Yaku's dagger, ready to be plunged into the hearts of his enemies. Enma strives to stop being a man and become a legend.
A child growing up with a name like Enma is a person expected to be the subject of ridicule. Instead, with an easy charm and a knowing smile, he swept others off their feet from a young age. His orphan master seemed to have it out for him but neither of them were overt about retaliating for the little comments they'd make to each other. Enma was given just a little less food than the other children, just a smidgen less playtime. The orphan master would always make up some sort of excuse, like food running low or him being needed for something. Keen and able to read the emotions of others from a young age though, Enma knew the truth. He hated the orphan master more than almost everyone he'd meet since but he'd never let that show. It was all a part of the game.
At the age of eight, Enma applied for admission to the academy. Ever since he had learned to read, it became his mission to study. Through his window, he'd watch happy children walk by with their headbands on, their parents and other guiding figures congratulating them on their admission to the shinobi ranks. The worst were the clan members. Enma had no particular reason to hate them. No clan member was ever cruel to him, but Enma hated how they were born destined for greatness. Enma never believed in destiny. So he studied, his knowledge grew, and the results of his entrance examination were exceptional. From out of nowhere, this small boy with a quick smile and easy confidence had emerged as one of the most promising academy students of his generation. Success came easy to Enma. The three core tenants of the shinobi came easy to him. Many speculated that he was going to be a genjutsu specialist. Several of his teachers noted a special aptitude for certain areas of the field. A letter from one such teacher is excerpted below:
For authorized viewing only:His social circle, already robust, grew even wider as he aged and went through the academy. If asked about his time there now, he would never admit to this, but Enma had a lot of fun. The children were more caricatures to him than real people. Their personalities were just variations of one another. They all had their dreams. Some wanted to be Hokage. Others just wanted something to do and military training while they pursued other careers. All of them believed in the will of fire. When Enma thought about the will of fire, for the longest time all he could ask was why?This academy student is exceptional with genjutsu. While certainly up to the task in coming up with unique illusions to beguile his opponents, what makes him better than some shinobi I've seen is his ability to act. He can play up the illusion, play along with it and almost fool himself into believing his illusions are reality. This is an exceptional talent and should be nurtured.
Enma graduated top of his class in the academy. Many of the Jounin in the village wanted to train him. The newly minted Genin wasn't exactly supposed to know this, per se, but he heard through the grape vine that he was much harder to place into a squad than the other students because so many Jounin recommended him for their squad. Despite that, the man he was eventually paired with was dull. Jonichi Kazuwara. He'd use the name Jonichi a lot when he left Konoha. Known as the Phantom of the Leaves, he was a notoriously difficult teacher. He was stealthy though, and he corrected what holes there were in Enma's acting routines. The other two Genin were nothing exceptional, although one had a similar affinity for birds. Of little note, they achieved little worth mentioning after passing their Chunin exams. Much like everyone else in his life, they valued Enma immensely.
A few months after being assigned to Jonichi's squad, they were called out to investigate some missing cattle. It turned out to be a band of morally questionable ronin and it was there that Enma first tasted blood. He killed a man with his bare hands, rolling with him in the dirt, overpowering him, and smashing his head in with his own helmet. Enma liked the blood. It was the strangest thing to watch a person die. He wanted to do it again but knew acting on that instinct would get him into trouble. He attended meetings for counseling, played the part of the wounded, brooding genius. It was another part he was forced to play, another chapter in the life of the person the village believed him to be. He went through all the beats of a recovery story and eventually stopped needing to go to therapy. Soon after, he passed his Chunin exams and fell out of the lives of his counterparts.
With his new rank came prestige and wages that were enough to buy his own home despite being fourteen. With how often and efficiently he completed missions, he was able to afford a home in one of Konoha's wealthier districts. Brushing shoulders with some of the wealthiest young ladies in the village, Enma found his acting skills could be put to a malicious use. Often just to prove he could do it (but certainly enjoying himself in the process), he would court young ladies from high society families, deflower them, and then drift out of their lives just enough that he didn't have to contact them regularly. He was a master of the tease and a master of giving others false hope.
More often than not, when sent on missions, he chose to either work alone or with Jonichi. The two were an effective team but Enma never really connected with him on a personal level. In the dying months of the year, before Enma turned fifteen, he killed again and this time he was alone. He burned a man to death in the defense of a village. There were other people he killed that day since it was a moderately sized force that attacked, but this death stuck out to him. He saw a man in his barest form, skin blackened and cooked. He saw the end of all life in that man's body. Telling no one of his revelation, the revulsion he felt around the normal, sheepish members of the village was much more palpable.
But he knew that he could not take it out on anyone in the village yet. Despite his strength, he was no match for the Bannin. No match for even the Jounin. So, he suffered in silence, playing the part of one of the village's most promising shinobi so well that he believed the lie himself. It was a game to him and the stakes grew higher with every successful mission. He completed missions around Fire Country quickly and used his down time to practice his technique. He perfected his great game. The rules were simple: murder someone and don't get caught. No ninjutsu, minimum genjutsu. Only use his own skills and talents. By the time he was seventeen, he had been promoted to Jounin, one of the youngest to be named in years. Revered by the village as one of its elite shinobi, Enma took on increased responsibility. His first year was spent away from the village for the most part. For every month he spent in the village, he spent three abroad doing covert operations on behalf of Konoha.
He turned eighteen in bear country listening to the whispers about the country's Daimyo and nineteen as an undercover agent in a Sea country shipping warehouse with ties to Kirigakure. He saw even dirtier corners of the world, saw it in its rawest, barest form. By that time, he'd perfected his game. Murder had grown into an art form for him. When he returned to the village, Enma was given an assignment the village viewed as easy since his return coincided with the year's graduation from the academy.
Placed in charge of a three man genin team, Enma didn't really know what to expect for once. He didn't like kids and suddenly he was expected to babysit. Not only was he in a village he disagreed with philosophically, he was being forced to do boring things. And then, he saw her.
Despite what people would think of him in later years, Enma was never insane. He never acted irrationally. He planned all of his actions out and his success was a result of that planning. But when he saw that girl standing amidst the two bickering boys on his team, Enma felt something he had never felt before. Love would be the wrong word. Love had nothing to do with it, but it was something equally strong. She was not particularly gifted in any aspect. She was not outstanding. She was pretty but not as beautiful as some of the women he'd banged. But she was beautiful. She was the person he wanted to show his masterpiece.
He trained her well and the other two had their turns. But it was her he doted on. Playing up the fact that they had nature elements in common, he spent time training her. Inch by inch, Enma broke her. It was in small ways. He took care to never scare her. She was wrapped around his finger and it made him so happy. He made her question. And he adored her for doing just that. He told her dark truths about the will of fire through hints that would lead her to understanding. She made him so proud. And for her, he started murdering inside the village itself.
It was a cold day when the body was first found. Grandiose as ever, the body was left on the will of fire monument. As far as anyone could tell, it was the work of a madman, not a shinobi. Rumors were flying about the village being infiltrated by someone. It was a tense time in Konoha's recent history. Enma was there with the other Jounin when they were briefed on the situation and he played his part yet again. The dutiful Jounin took great care of his student then, once again making her question how a family could truly bond if it allowed one of its own to die. Or...if one of its own could do something like that. Four more murders occurred over the span of the next year. Knowing that the modus operandi would be torn apart and examined after each murder, the bodies were each found in different states. It was fun to throw off the hounds, even if they cheated.
Finally, things were boiling and coming to a head within the village. The sixth murder would be the final one for no other reason than Enma decided on that number. And he had a very special person in mind. His beloved student lived with her father. One day when Enma had been invited over for dinner, he came early while she was still training. Hours later, she came home to find her father murdered and Enma bathing in his blood. The realization that her sensei was the murderer...did nothing to her. All the hints, the half-truths and the hate mixed in with the right words had paid off. Her eyes were empty and he saw that, like him, she understood. He pulled her close and told her more dark truths, of the things he had done. He told her how alone they were in the world and how little one life was worth. They shared one night that Enma would never forget. The night he'd compare all other nights to.
But what he hadn't counted on was the girl and her father having plans the next day. When he was discovered cradling the body of something that could barely be described as human, he fled. His time in the village was over. He'd won as far as he was concerned. The world was his for the taking and that first year was the best. Hunted constantly for the crimes he'd committed against Konoha, he stayed in Tea Country for a time, playing cat and mouse with his old village. They even sent his old mentor to attack him. Eventually, Tea Country bored him as well and he booked passage on a ship bound west. Arriving in a land separated from shinobi cold war, he found a place he'd wanted to seek out since he was in the village, the mountain of the crows. he bonded with them in a way he never bonded with anyone in the village. They understood him. They understood the rudderless ways of the world and appreciated wild beauty.
Returning to the shinobi lands years later empowered by the training of the crows, he stood as one of the world's elite, hiding his true abilities from all. He restricted himself to Jounin level on most endeavors and still does to this day. It was around this time that he met Yaku Fushinkou, one of the most powerful men in the world. Yaku gave him something he'd lacked: a purpose that amused him. Now, he is Yaku's dagger, ready to be plunged into the hearts of his enemies. Enma strives to stop being a man and become a legend.
