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The exhaustion that had begun to creep into me was washed away with energy anew. Tasukeru watched on as this man was crippled with exhaustion. He fell to the ground, incapacitated. With new energy I burst from the earth, showering the downed body with pebbles of earth.
I closed the distance between us quickly. He looked dead but this was no time to take chances. Raising my right foot up, I would bring it down against the face of my enemy. Once, twice, thrice, over and over until I lost count. The boot heel would crush down into the incapacitated enemy until the face was no longer recognizable. Bits of skull and brain stuck to my bootheel. I scraped it off against the grassy earth. The grizzly sight didn't move me.
I conducted a search on his body: ryo, weapons, scrolls, maps, anything. I found only one thing: a scroll that mentioned Hakone. The name immediately rung bells in my head: the capital. My hometown was several miles south and I had visited several times during my short time here. It was west, past the bridge. With renewed confidence I was ready to face any challenge that sly before me. If someone tried to stop me?
I looked back to the man with the stomped-in face. His blood was soaking into the ground. Yeah, that would happen. Radamel would've been proud.
Ahhhh. Now the young Onigami has chosen to show a show of force---a side of him that hadn't been displayed in the living face of his adversary, but one exposed as he stomped down on the skull of Riku. Where had this sudden sense of animosity come from? Perhaps some of the Protean's bloodlust had leaked inside of the tenketsu pores of Shouta after he had sapped him of his chakra. He would recover the scroll and head westward, towards the capital of Hakone under the cloak of night...
Once he had gotten inside the city limits, it was up to Shouta to decide what he wished to do. The contents of the scroll, however, would probably play a role in his action, as he read them further:
[/b]. We seek to eradicate the Onigami from this plane, and will stop at nothing to accomplish our goal. There is a man who works within the shadows that possesses the famed Doujutsu of the ichizoku. It is said that he finds refuge somewhere within Yu Kuni; further, some villager has said to be known to know of his exact location. Uetsu Yajirobe is a known associate of him, as well as Uetsu Kentaro. Find them both--they are natives of Hakone. Find out what you can about the location of the shadow-monger then kill them.
* Akagan no Yotogi, Watchers of the Red Eye.[/spoiler][/ul] What Shouta had been tasked with was to find the other remaining man who knows of the Shadow Man's location. Had he failed here, he would be lost in his pursuit of attaining the seal in which he so sought.
Hours after he had left, Goemon and Roku showed up to where Riku had been commanded to search for the boy. Roku had seen it first: the faceless, skeletal frame of his brother that lay on top of some small knot of Yu Kuni. It hadn't been tears of sadness that ran down his face, but those of extreme anger. Here, he made a vow to hunt down the Onigami til the ends of the earth if he had to; Goemon searched the body of Riku and found that his scroll had been missing. He smiled, despite the dreary situation.
"He's headed to Hakone.. I'm certain. He took the scroll from your brother just as we had planned." Immediately, both men bound off towards the capital, hellbent on pursuing Shouta until his Red Eyes cried blood.[/blockquote]
Post by The Creator on Aug 9, 2014 13:25:53 GMT -7
No time to bury the body, there were two more out there still. In fact it would be more profitable for them to find this body than not to. I read the scroll once before I set it on the ground and burned it using an Inferno-style Katon technique. No need to leave any of that behind.
I began towards the capital with a leery gaze upon the horizon. It was clear now that I was being hunted. They had killed my guide to prove their worth and it took me more than a little effort to take out just one of them. If I could, I would attempt to make it to Hakone without any further incident. So I started on the path, resting my chakra by not using Tasukeru, and hoped I would make it there in the next few hours.
Fire Style: Inferno Technique Rank: D Skill: Ninjutsu Effect: Shoots small gout of flame towards the opponent. Special: Ox, Monkey, Rabbit, Tiger Drawback: Requires the user to exhale and keep their dominant hand cupped over their mouths. Once the user is out of breath of moves their hand, the technique falls. Description: The user performs the handseals, energizing their hand and their esophagus with chakra. The user then cups their hand over their lips and exhales. The oxygen being expelled from the lungs combusts upon reaching the chakra from the hand, and the user blows it out a maximum of ten feet away. This is different from the Goukakyou no Jutsu in the fact that this comes out as a stream and not a fireball, and also different from the fact that once the user stops breathing out or moves their hand, the technique ends. Limit: Fire Release
Post by The Creator on Aug 14, 2014 9:59:06 GMT -7
I found a certain nostalgia ebbing through my mind as I stepped foot into a city I had once marveled at as a child. It was smaller, which is to say it did not live up to the titanic size my young mind had thought it to be.
I stood outside the gates which teemed with peasants and merchants like roaches on a carcass. Though in such close proximity there was no friendly conversation to behold. They walked, aware of the presence of the many people around them, but dimly set upon their chores with an anxious clairvoyance.
I forced myself to remember my mission: the brother of the late Yajirobe. Who died a very honorable death, I would be sure to tell him, which I thought would be a complete lie. But to find him would be a bit troublesome. I didn't want those bandits finding a trail of "I'm looking for ____" like a happy trail of breadcrumbs.
I would have to be careful. Would a city like this have a registry of citizens? I doubted it. My eyes fell upon a guard, as anonymous as anyone, and would ask him a series of questions: "Does this city have a list of men who live here? "Where would I find it?"
I was ready to deter any questions of my identity with a string of well-thought lies.
The young Shouta found his way within the city-streets of Hakone, pressing against the numerous bodies of the Onsen people, despite how late in the evening it had been. Apparently, there was a large festival within the Country Capital, and Shouta had just walked into it. This would perhaps aid him in hiding from his two remaining pursuers, but it would definitely make finding his target all the more harder. Struggling free from the mass clutter, the Onigami found a lone guard who had been preparing decorations for the event. His inquiries were posed, and thus the man would answer, not finding it too odd that a boy of his age would be asking such questions anyway.
"Ahh, you must be one of the performers tonight!" the guard said, noting Shouta's mask. He would nod in reply to the boy's questions, and pointed towards a tavern that was about four meters away. "We ain't gotta list that's available to you--only the mayor and Daimyo have access to it, but you can ask for just about any person's name in that tavern over there." He eyed Shouta over again, ceasing from his work.
"Dunno why you'd ask such a question, though: are you looking for anyone particular?..."
Still miles away was the ever approaching terror of Roku and Goemon.
Post by The Creator on Aug 20, 2014 8:50:18 GMT -7
I always felt an uneasiness around armed men. Nobody really knew their intentions and they could, possibly, turn violent in the most unexpected circumstances. So even when this man answered me with information that suppressed some of the anxiety in me I was eager to leave him. I gave him a flat answer, "Rokaku Li, the director.", before leaving him to set my eyes upon the tavern he mentioned.
I gave the miserable building a look. It was overbooked, so it appeared to me, with guests who had arrived with the throng that followed the festivals arrival. It would be packed and, if I truly did pass off as a performer, my costume would not be remembered. Or so I hoped. Even still I felt some sort of hesitation to drop the name of the man I was searching for. It reminded me of a tax evader's paper trail; it was easy to avoid if you only took care. So there I stood, on the precipice of the river of people who took up the main road, looking at the tavern from across the street.
I would need a second identity, I realized. It was a tactic that I had often thought up and was sound in a theoretical sense but now that the dawn of its execution neared I felt a nervousness about it. The plan would be to go in, as for the man I was looking for, and then ditch my costume and walk around without my mask. If anyone were to follow the trail of breadcrumbs they would be looking for a masked man with a black robe. When in actuality that man would be me: a young looking boy who was here to revel in the festivities. It made me nervous because I didn't like not wearing the mask but the more I thought of the plan the more it made sense to me.
Well, here goes nothing.
I navigated across the street, my frail form jostling like a pup playing with a pack of wolves, before I reached the tavern entrance, bruised and aching. A bit of anger at the crowd bubbled in me as I stepped into the tavern.
The man shrugged as Shouta walked off. He didn't know the names of any of the performers, so even if Shouta had lied, he would not know. The boy lost his black cloak and mask, now opting to blend in further with the Onsen people as one of their own. The stage was continuously in motion, even if its actors had no say in the matter.
As he entered the tavern, all eyes were upon him. Someone even burst out in laughter.
"Wot 'e hell's a kid like you doin' in here, lad?" the barkeep said, polishing a mug then quickly refilling it with the golden brew. About four of his men--body guards--stood near Shouta. They had been ready to displace the boy from the establishment had he gotten antsy with his reply. The people would all return to their merry-making, leaving the wounded pup to the pack of wolves and its Alpha.
Goemon and Roku had been well on their way into Hakone by now...