Kakashi Symbol 소설 & 이야기

Luke asked looking bored. "There are a few other tents, have a look around. Oh but before you go take this, " I said giving Luke a golden tassel, he held it up to look at it then looked at me and raised his eyebrow, "it's to let the doctors know you're with me, each general has one. Mine is gold, Kaname's is blue and Kami's is silver." "Whatever, " Luke said putting the tassel in his pocket as he walked away. "G-general, how'd he do that? Is he a shinigami pairing?" Aizen asked me still in shock.

“Move.” “Wait,” I said, staring at a photo of an older wolf with the mark peeking above his collar. Beside him stood a younger man I recognized instantly: Gage. Same eyes. Same rigid posture. The collar hid most of his throat, but I could see the edge of a mark at his jaw. My pulse jumped. “That symbol is everywhere.” “It’s pack ink,” Mason said, pulling me forward. “It’s not just ink,” I muttered. “It’s a label.”

I sit in the dark with a sketchbook and a pen and let my hands move. I don’t even know what I’m drawing until it’s done. It’s a crest. A symbol. Two black wings wrapped around a dagger, bleeding roses curling around the blade. I stare at it, heart hammering. I’ve seen this before. In a dream? No. Older than that. Somewhere buried in my childhood. A memory - brief, blurred, before I was shuffled into the system. Someone once wore this on their jacket. Someone who used to carry me on their shoulders and call me Zakhar with a grin that didn’t match the violence in his eyes.

One of the older warriors approached slowly, arm wrapped in bloodied bandages. “We tried to hold them back, Alpha.” Kade immediately straightened slightly. “You did,” he said firmly. “This isn’t your failure.” But his voice sounded hollow. Because he absolutely believed it was his. The warrior hesitated before speaking again. “They left something.” Ronan’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Where?” The warrior pointed toward the center of camp. My stomach twisted the second I saw it. A symbol carved deep into one of the burned support beams. A black wolf’s fang.

If this were to continue, they would be caught in no time. “I have to do something quickly,” Chief Priest Kaka frowned as he looked back. He gazed at the only ring he had not used since the battle began. It was just like the others, but a scorpion’s sting was engraved onto his head. Gazing between the black cat and the ring, Chief Priest Kaka’s mouth curled into a creepy smile. It was a smile that caused the black cat to shiver in fear. Clearly, Chief Priest Kaka did not have good intentions for it. Whatever he was planning, there was no way it would be a good thing. Seemingly concluding that his idea would work, Chief Priest Kaka cackled loudly and said,

These weren’t Kade’s old enemies. These were professionals. Organized. Precise. And they weren’t here to kill. They were here to capture. Her. Ayesha clenched her jaw. Not happening. The Enemy's Identity Zayn slammed an attacker into the wall, twisting the rifle from his grip. He ripped off the operative’s mask. Ayesha’s breath hitched. The man’s neck was tattooed. A symbol. One she recognized instantly. A black circle with a single red line through it.

Kael's face hardened. “One of the warriors found it at the border.” I stared at it. “They left it there.” “Yes.” “Why?” Kael shook his head. “I don't know.” I turned it over in my hand. The same symbol. The same black wolf. The same feeling crawling beneath my skin. “I've seen this before.” “I know.” “In the servant's room.” Kael looked at me. “And now at the border.” “Yes.” His expression became serious. “Which means this isn't random.”

“What is it?” The warrior does not answer. Cassien studies the piece of cloth in his hand, flipping it over, examining the edges. His eyes narrow as he looks closer. There is a mark burned into the fabric - a crescent moon with a wolf’s eye at its center. I recognize the symbol at once; it is the same one that had appeared in Mother’s journal. My breath catches in my throat as realization dawns on me. “That’s…” I begin, but Cassien’s gaze is fixed on me, his expression unreadable.