Introduction.

The feeling of drowning overwhelmed my senses as I thrashed and struggled to breath, my hands on my neck. I felt my throat constrict, and that was the last straw... My eyes widened even further before I thrashed around with a lot more energy than before, trying with all my might to change the fate I was forced upon...

Just when I thought it was all over, just when my consciousness had started to fade and my vision darken... The suffocating feeling was gone. It just... Vanished, leaving me in a state of shock as I was too afraid to open my eyes. I was afraid that whoever saved me, or whatever saved me would be the same people who got me in that predicament.

Taking in deep, greedy breaths of hair, I laid sprawled out on the cold hard floor that laid beneath me. I stayed like this for what I felt was hours, but my time spent in my fear was brought to an end by a deep, gruff sounding voice.

"Boy. Lift your head, open your eyes." My heart dropped hearing such a voice, it was like something out of scary movies, or those ones with a secret powerful master that the protagonist just so happens to run into...

Instead of listening to the voices instructions, I shut my eyes harder, causing that familiar vibration from my eyes that soon reached my ears, giving off the weird static like sound. I wanted to stay like this forever, I don't know why though... My life before the incident was proud and full of strength...

But how could I end up like this? A simple run in with a being stronger than me shouldn't have sent me into the depths of fear like this one did... But I couldn't help it... The feeling of absolute dread when she revealed her hidden strength, the feeling of hopelessness that shook my entire body...

I just couldn't help it...

"If your done lamenting your past life and how pitifully you died, I would gladly appreciate your attention." The same voice thundered from every direction, vibrating the very ground I laid on. My breathing hitched for a second before it returned and the embarrassment and shame I had so desperately tried to stow away, came flooding back into my body.

After calming my beating heart, I slowly opened my eyes, and what greeted me was something out of a fairytale... Something so unbelievably beautiful not even the greatest of artists back on earth would be able to redraw with all the formers glory.

I gazed around with pure awe, not minding to move the strands of pure white hair that fell in front of my eyes. My gaze scanned everything, not daring to miss a single piece of this master piece, but those feelings ended when my eyes landed upon the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

My mouth hung open a bit, showing just how awestricken I was at the sight of the 6'5, pale skinned man standing in front of me. His long white hair flowed flawlessly down his back, almost reaching the floor. The gaze his light blue pupil with a weirdly colored right eye, held was that of strength and authority, as well as impatience...

The latter seemingly increasing with every second I held his gaze. The man raised his right arm, palm facing my figure before I felt a terrifyingly familiar sense of aura. My eyes widened as I scrambled back as fast as I could, my once awestricken feelings no where to be found.

All I felt now was fear and confusion.

"Good, that got your attention. We have somethings to discuss." The man spoke, his authoritive gaze lightening up a bit.

Deciding that listening to him would be the best choice, I did.

"D-discuss? Like what?" I stuttered out. Locking eyes once more. The man didn't seem to mind though, he just shut his eyes and walked back towards a stoned throne lined with gold and this clear glass that held a flowing blue energy.

"You've died, and you weren't supposed to... The enemy you faced was supposed to come along years later down your life, when your power would be able to match that of hers." He stated, causing me to frown.

"Wasn't supposed too? So this was your fault then..." I said, a feeling of disappointment lacing my tone. I died to that monster because of him and all he has to say is, 'you weren't supposed to.'

"Precisely. Which is why I'm granting you a new chance at life. I've preserved your body which was in a state of suspended animation, meaning you were on the verge of dying had I not stepped in. Before you ask, no, I will not send you back to your world. It's already destroyed." The man once again stated nonchalantly, causing my growing feelings of confusion, anger and a bit of fear to almost overwhelm me.

But a few deep breaths was all it took to have those feelings reside, allowing me to speak without the risk of having my displeasure being noticed... Though I doubt he didn't notice.

"This whole thing sounds a little cliche to me... Let me guess... I get sent to a world of my choosing with a couple wishes?" I asked, a bit sarcastically but I was actually interested. The man smiled softly as he shook his head.

"Not quite. I will be bestowing upon you a gift of my clan, as well as an additional help, and some knowledge. I will then send you on your way to your new world." The man stated, standing up from his throne and making his way to me.

I just nodded in understanding as I let him do what he was planning. I can't really stop him, but getting gifts doesn't sound like something I need to interfere with. But replaying his words in my head, something caught my attention.

"Clan? What do you mean clan? There are more beings with power like you?" I questioned, a bit peeved at the thought of a whole family of beings like the one in front of me.

"Yes." The man replied shortly, but by now he was standing in front of me. Towering over me with his height, he grabbed my right hand with his, and not a moment later I felt a tinge of pain before it disappeared the next moment.

I looked at the man with eyes full of confusion and want for answers, but he didn't even bother. He just continued one with what he was doing. Apparently, he didn't take into account what it felt like being human, because the next second, he plunged his hand into my right eye and pulled it out with no remorse.

"ARRRGH!" I yelled out in pain as I cupped my eye, my blood pooling out as I desperately tried to face the man.

"W-what the hell!" I shouted, flaring my puny amount of chakra compared to him. The man scoffed and spoke.

"Shut up. It'll be over soon." I didn't understand what he meant, but it all made sense when I felt the same cold touch upon my eye, except this time, instead of pulling something out of my eye socket. I felt him put something in.

Along with the objects was a cooling sensation that calmed down my mind and body, making me unconsciously relax.

I enjoyed the feeling for as long as I could. I don't know what he's planning, and I'm not all that eager to find out.

His touch disappeared, leaving me with a shut eye. I slowly opened it, feeling the familiar sense of my eye and what I saw shocked me. Everything seemed so much better, like, the perception of my eye increased at least two hundred fold, making everything seem much more... Alive. But my left eye unconsciously closed, leaving my only source of sight in my right eye.

"Woah... What the hell happened? What'd you do?" I questioned, but got no reply. I looked towards the man and saw that he still had his eye shut, and was heading back to his throne. I watched patiently, thinking that if I waited he would answer me.

Once seated upon his throne, he spoke.

"You've received my gifts. The knowledge of how to use the gifts will flow naturally into your mind when you try to use them. Now, I'm quite tired of your presence, leave."

SNAP!

"Huh? W-" My sentence was cut short by the welcoming embrace of darkness as my body fell to the floor with a loud, THUMP!

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A/N!

{Ririma's Appearance.} Just imagine the Jogan in his right eye...

It's not professional work and is really sloppy but you get the gist of what he looks like, as well as what the eye looks like.