Ōmo's Thread [ Open | Training ]

[neko bo beko]

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Chakra detection
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu/Passive
Effect: The animal companion can sense a person's level of chakra.
Special: ---
Drawback: Has very limited range. Is not very precise.
Description: Utilizing an animal's senses, they are able to sense ones power level by 'feeling' there chakra. They can only tell if the chakra level is lower, the same, or higher then there masters and has a range of 10 meters. Cannot be used for tracking, being the animal cannot move while detecting the level of chakra since it takes so much concentration.
Limit: Any type of animal.

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Sometimes, Ōmo likes to take days for himself and do his own thing, even if that means being separated from Harue. In fact, sometimes he needs the short separations, if not at least a chance to move freely outside of the house. Unfortunately, he ends up running into a lot more threats without his master - would you imagine the amount of people that are scared by a lonesome lion, even when he's enjoying himself and minding his very own business? The answer is a lot. Over time, after spending so much time within the confides of this village and alongside his master and her escapades, Ōmo has learned a lot about humans and ninja. A lot more than he ever thought he'd know about them. For starters, they each came with a set of abilities, all different in their own ways but composed of the same elements. The possibilities in a being were endless, seemingly, and Ōmo was having a chance to sniff an feel all of this out.

It started slowly, of course. At first he thought it was just an aura or warm presence of the human, but over time it kept growing in pressure and the effect and weight it had over Ōmo. Sometimes, the feeling he got from a human that wasn't Harue might even intimidate him, despite his hardly ever feeling put off by someone else's existence. It was annoying, more than anything, that sometimes he could practically feel the strength resonating off of a human. Sometimes, even, he could feel their weakness as well. But the weak only ever made him excited, like the predator hunting the prey. The only time it truly bothered him was when the power was too much or was greater than his own master's.

Walking through the streets of Kusagakure, Ōmo had many chances of learning more about passersby from so much as just a glance. Not even, in retrospect, as the beast doesn't even have to meet the eyes of an individual to know just how threatening they are to him and his master. It was always measured in comparison to his master, Harue - he had no means of truly knowing just how strong an individual was in terms of their own being. Perhaps that was a bit frustrating to him, as it made him feel like his whole world had Harue at the center of his scope. He supposed that wasn't far from the truth, though, and accepted that he compared the strength of others to her own strength, as opposed to simply studying the base strength of an individual.

[neko bo beko]

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Chakra detection
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu/Passive
Effect: The animal companion can sense a person's level of chakra.
Special: ---
Drawback: Has very limited range. Is not very precise.
Description: Utilizing an animal's senses, they are able to sense ones power level by 'feeling' there chakra. They can only tell if the chakra level is lower, the same, or higher then there masters and has a range of 10 meters. Cannot be used for tracking, being the animal cannot move while detecting the level of chakra since it takes so much concentration.
Limit: Any type of animal.

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Rather hungry, Ōmo stops for a bite. Though, he's not sure what he's expecting as he strolls up to a vendor's stand, plopping his rear down in front of the line and grumbling at the man behind the tabletop. The beast narrows his eyes as the vendor hoots and hollars at the beast in an attempt to shoo him away - the pink beast rolls his eyes next, inhaling deeply the scent of the man. He could smell it, taste it - everything about this man, Ōmo had an inkling of an idea about it. His strength was... not much, at least in terms of comparison to Harue, but around him the pink beast felt much stronger energies. Giving up on this particular vendor, Ōmo lets out a heavy breath and gets to his feet, moving past the line of low-level energies to follow the scent of more food. Perhaps someone would be so kind as to grace the hungry beast with some scraps. Tilting his head, Ōmo comes to a stop at the center of the bizarre he's found himself in, turning his head to and fro to sniff out different scents. 

Instead of looking for food, the beast stands somewhat still as he concentrates on his surroundings. He can't track down the levels of strength that hum from a human, but he sure could pin point where it was coming from if they didn't move - and right now, Ōmo wanted to find someone who was weak. Or would a stronger individual be more inclined to give him food? He really didn't know, nor did he know a way to find out. No better way to find out than to test for himself, he supposed, and so he went back on his merry way of doing his own thing, his nose in the air and his senses on fire. Each time he thinks he's moved too far out of the way of where the weakest signal is coming from, he halts in the middle of a crowd and feels the area again.

His range is a short one, and he's thrilled that this bizarre has so many vending stalls positioned so close together. It makes for a symphony of scents as well, all the more exhilarating for the pink beast. He grumbles, delighted this time, as he comes up on the weakest signal he could find. Alas, it was just a small boy, his chubby little hand caressed by a mother's slender one as they walk along the way. Flaring his nostrils, Ōmo huffs and looks around again. The weak strength of the boy fades away as he walks farther away, yet somehow his strength feels all the same. Bewildered, Ōmo tries to snuff out the strongest signal instead. Surely the strength of his senses didn't rely on the closeness of an individual, did it?

[neko bo beko]

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Chakra detection
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu/Passive
Effect: The animal companion can sense a person's level of chakra.
Special: ---
Drawback: Has very limited range. Is not very precise.
Description: Utilizing an animal's senses, they are able to sense ones power level by 'feeling' there chakra. They can only tell if the chakra level is lower, the same, or higher then there masters and has a range of 10 meters. Cannot be used for tracking, being the animal cannot move while detecting the level of chakra since it takes so much concentration.
Limit: Any type of animal.

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If Ōmo knew a thing or two, he'd understand that what he was feeling was not strength, but chakra and chakra levels. He wasn't following their aura nor their will power or even the strength that he thought he was following, but instead the strength of their core and what makes it up. If, that is, you believe that ninjas are made up of chakra. Being a lion, Ōmo didn't believe any of this. He believed humans were made of meat, meat-filled meat with a hint of soul and whatever else. Oh, and whatever it was that he was sensing and following. Sometimes the chakra detection was a bit much for the pink beast, especially among crowds of equally endowed ninja. It was like a protrusion upon his senses, threatening to break them and crumble them down to nothing. Sometimes, he wished he could turn it off.

But, alas, again and again he felt the strength of a person he was caught near. The only chakra detection that didn't make him throw his head around in disgust was that of Harue's, but that only felt like a happy medium. Perhaps being around her so much made him nearly immune to the sense of her chakra, or perhaps he resonated on the same frequency with it. The pink beast shakes his massive head as he prowls the streets, moving on from the bazaar after it proves to do no good for his stomach. He could, he decides, head back home and whine at Harue's feet until she gives him those sweet, delicate uncut fish she gets from the man behind a counter. Thinking about it, that man didn't seem to have anything for Ōmo to sense - at least, not the times when he had accompanied Harue to his shop.

Actually, after reflection, there were a lot of people that Ōmo couldn't get a feel from. It was these people he found himself most unnerved by, as they must not be normal. Or perhaps it was simply normal for some ninja to be devoid of chakra? Chakra or strength, though, Ōmo had no real grasp on either or. All he knew was that he felt what he felt, and he took it how he took it. And he would continue to use it to his advantage, and hopefully it would someday help him lead his master away from something that might prove to be a bit too powerful for her to handle. After all, if he could compare other chakra to Harue's chakra, then that must mean he can warn her when the levels exceed hers by far too much.

[Flower]

Love it!

Learned +30 tp

[neko bo beko]

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Scent of Blood Lust
Rank: "C" "B"
Skill: NinJutsu/Passive
Effect: The animal companion can sense blood lust from those around it.
Special: ---
Drawback: Has very limited range. Long range attacks will go completely undetected.
Description: Animals are much more in tuned to nature then humans are. Humans are often blind to what is right in front of them due to many distractions. Often in history animals have been known to bark or cry before natural disasters. It is this kind of sense that allows an animal to know when someone has the intent to attack. The "C" rank allows an animal to sense blood lust from only 5 meters away. The "B" rank can allow an animal to sense blood lust from 15 meters away. Perfect for any guard dog or animal.
Limit: Any type of animal.

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Still on the extravagant hunt for food, the large pink beast continues his prowl throughout Kusagakure. He ends up far away from both his home and the bazaar he'd been disappointed in, ending up in a part of the village he'd never been before. Once he realizes just where his paws have taken him to, Ōmo comes to a sudden stop and lifts his massive head, inhaling through his nostrils deeply as they expand around the intake of the scents around him. Something is... off, oddly. His ears flicker, his block head twisting over his shoulder to survey the area behind him. Something was imminent, something was wrong. Her crinkles up his nose, his face turning almost ugly as he readies himself for anything, maw parting as he curls his lips over his teeth. Whatever, whoever it was, wasn't in sight. But Ōmo could feel them, could feel something entirely too off, and it was bringing his heart to a full on race.

Instead of lashing out like he'd like to, the pink beast lowers himself slightly, either out of reflex or conscious stealthy behavior, and skulks towards what he can only assume to be one of the walls that enclose the entire village hidden in the grass. He's come further than he's ever wandered before, and briefly he worries that this will be his final resting place and his master, Harue, will wonder and worry and call for him for years to come. He grumbles, low and angry, as he peaks out from the brush he's occupying. His brown eyes glean from the shadows as he peers out into the open, looking for whatever it is that has his senses all in a twist. Idly and passively, in the back of his mind, he hopes the gut feeling will turn out be a faux. 

Unfortunately, however, Ōmo turns out to be correct. No more than 5 meters away, in the underbrush ahead of Ōmo's own space, rustles. Ōmo's ear flickers, head snapping towards the movement before he sinks even lower to the ground. His pupils slit curiously, his rear lifting off the ground only slightly as his tail stiffens. Too still to make as much as a peep, Ōmo drops his head a bit further, his pupils expanding and slitting again as he tries to see through the thick lush at whatever it is that's got him so riled up. Inhaling again, he recognizes the scent as feral, and judging by the separation between Kusagakure and the lands, Ōmo's chances of it being something bigger than him are slim.

[neko bo beko]

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Scent of Blood Lust
Rank: "C" "B"
Skill: NinJutsu/Passive
Effect: The animal companion can sense blood lust from those around it.
Special: ---
Drawback: Has very limited range. Long range attacks will go completely undetected.
Description: Animals are much more in tuned to nature then humans are. Humans are often blind to what is right in front of them due to many distractions. Often in history animals have been known to bark or cry before natural disasters. It is this kind of sense that allows an animal to know when someone has the intent to attack. The "C" rank allows an animal to sense blood lust from only 5 meters away. The "B" rank can allow an animal to sense blood lust from 15 meters away. Perfect for any guard dog or animal.
Limit: Any type of animal.

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The dread and anticipation, the sense of them, where overpowering. Ōmo almost couldn't understand what it was about this strange thing stalking him that made him feel so under pressure - he never felt intimidated, at least not hardly. If anything, he always yawned in the face of danger. So why now? Why does this thing, whatever it was, fill him with such an overwhelming sense of impending doom. What was he sensing here? Earlier, he'd been keening in on people's chakra levels, discovering just how strong they were (at least compared to Harue), but now he couldn't feel that aspect of it. He couldn't feel just how heavy this bloodlust was, from whoever it was, but just that it was there. It was present, threateningly so, and so Ōmo stays crouched in his guarded position.

Moments tick by. Ōmo's rear lowers slightly, his muscles relaxing barely, when nothing more rustles the bed of lush a few meters ahead of him. Cocking his head, though still staying close to the ground, Ōmo moves silently through the underbrush towards the point of danger. His senses were still going crazy, but his tail had taken a more casual approach and has started sweeping idly behind him. The soft noise produced by his tail was, apparently, enough to startle the blood lust in whoever was stalking Ōmo. Suddenly, the sense of dread plummets into something much less threatening. It's still apparently there, however, as Ōmo's chest doesn't stop heaving entirely. His ears flicker as he inches forward.

He creeps slowly, stopping every few inches to inhale and survey again. Creep, stop, creep, stop - Ōmo was sneaking closer and closer to try and get the jump first on whatever it was that was hunting him. It was strange, the hunter becoming the hunted and then the hunter again, but overall Ōmo wasn't as jittery as he was when he first felt the tingles of impending danger. His nostrils flare, another inhale raked in to try and taste the strength seeping out of the threat. Just how thirsty was this thing for blood? Were its sights set solely on Ōmo, or was this a random attack to sate some underlying blood thirst that was unquenchable? Ōmo rumbles low and deep to signal to his attacker that he is, indeed, just as dangerous. 

[neko bo beko]

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Scent of Blood Lust
Rank: "C" "B"
Skill: NinJutsu/Passive
Effect: The animal companion can sense blood lust from those around it.
Special: ---
Drawback: Has very limited range. Long range attacks will go completely undetected.
Description: Animals are much more in tuned to nature then humans are. Humans are often blind to what is right in front of them due to many distractions. Often in history animals have been known to bark or cry before natural disasters. It is this kind of sense that allows an animal to know when someone has the intent to attack. The "C" rank allows an animal to sense blood lust from only 5 meters away. The "B" rank can allow an animal to sense blood lust from 15 meters away. Perfect for any guard dog or animal.
Limit: Any type of animal.

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By now, Ōmo had a pretty good sense of what it was that was lurking so close, but just beyond his sight. Something that was so... small, and capable of hiding so easily, easier than Ōmo himself, and still remain fearless in the face of something much, much larger... Just as it clicks in Ōmo's head, the thing finally lashes out towards him - it was exactly as he'd expected. A small dog, the anklebiter kind, came yipping out of the brush at a mile a minute. Frankly, Ōmo was shocked that it had stayed quiet all this time - it actually got him up in a twist, at least minutely. Ōmo stands up fully, popping up from the low brush as the dog attempts to destroy his front paws with his tiny teeth.

Looking down on the noisy chihuahua, Ōmo feels as though he should berate himself for allowing this... tiny, thing, to bring him to near panic. At least he could rely on his senses and detect when things were out of place in the world around him. It could help in the long run, even if a few times he'd turn up being worried about nothing. He supposed that just because someone wanted to draw blood, didn't mean that they necessarily were capable of it. It was almost a comforting fact, if it weren't for the distinct lameness in feeling threatened by a chihuahua. At least it was before he knew it was a chihuahua.

While the thing still tries to bring Ōmo to his knees in surrender, Ōmo cocks his head and tries to decide what to do. He could punish the small thing for coming at him so mightily, or he could commemorate him for his ability to at least make something much bigger than him nervous. At least for a little while. Inhaling deeply, Ōmo can still smell that distinct threat on the chihuahua. Preferring to moreover dismiss the chihuahua, the pink beast nudges the anklebiter away and onto his rear. Ōmo's not really surprised when the once threatening scent of the chihuahua turns stale, the small thing running away with his tail between his legs. So much for blood lust, huh? Ōmo exhales from his nose loudly, moseying onwards.

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[Inoryu]

    Lately, it seemed as though Inoryu's life has revolved around his training. He wasn't discouraged by training all the time, rather it was what he expected would always be a factor of his life as a ninja and it was merely a continuation of his lifestyle that he began since he was very young. That didn't stop him from taking it easy from time to time though to prevent burnout. This day, he was engaging in one of his favorite past times; taking a leisurely stroll around Kusagakure no Sato. He loved the simple architecture of the outskirts, the primitive constructs, the thatched roofs. It was like taking a step into the history of his homeland before modernization. For this reason, around the border of the village was his favorite place to go for walks.

    Feeling the tranquility of his mind, body, and soul after extensive exercises, the abrupt feeling of discord was more potent as he found a rather large pink lion towering over a chihuahua. Inoryu froze for a brief moment to watch the event unfold, and was relieved to discover that the lion wouldn't eat the poor dog. He recognized the subject as Harue's animal companion, but he had never seen Omo without her and instinctively took it as a threat. His first thought was to alert the village, but that would mean leaving the threat to his own devices. Instead, he resolved to handle this situation alone. 

    He was at a distance of 35 meters away, around the bending border wall that separated the village from the exceptionally tall grass outside. Inoryu could see the beast and realized that he had yet been noticed. Rather than acting rash or out of fear, and without direction from his superiors, he decided to assess the threat first. He weaved his fingers into the shadow clone hand seal and produced four shadow clones. He had a particular trait that allowed him to give chakra constructs more constitution, all four of his shadow clones and their weapons were endowed with 42 ap. They were an added precaution if worse came to worse, but he had access to his clan ninjutsu that would excel in keeping the situation under control and resolving it peacefully. 

    One of the shadow clones slowly began to approach Harue's animal companion and the other shadow clones hid among the environment; one behind the wall of an abandoned house, two lying prone on a nearby roof and Inoryu hiding in a patch of large grass that managed to grow within the border [stealth: 49]. He was able to see the entire situation as it would unfold and act accordingly. The shadow clone out in the open moved closer with silent steps to avoid startling the ferocious beast. If he got within the distance of 25 meters without being noticed, he would whisper out, "Omo."

    Inoryu prepared the shinarashita no jutsu if Omo felt threatened and attacked the shadow clone, which would induce an overwhelming feeling of tranquility in the lion. If the ninjutsu was cast, the lion would not feel threatened in anyway, experience a sense of euphoria, and treat anyone around to be a friend/ally. He also wouldn't be able to sense danger, but there was no real threat from the Yamanaka. A pacified lion who believes Inoryu to be a friend would be the quietest, easiest, and most peaceful solution to return Omo to Harue. This way he could protect the village, avoiding harming Omo, and avoid offending Harue if possible, and it really wasn't out of his way to do. Though he wanted to believe that Harue had tamed Omo so that he was free to move around the village as he pleased. It wasn't unheard of and he has read of animal companions so tamed that they were even counted as shinobi of a village in their own right [Current Affairs: 125]. Though he wasn't privy to the knowledge of what it takes to tame an animal companion, especially to that extent, he was positive that his assessment would provide him with enough information to determine if Omo was indeed a threat or not. If Omo appeared to be calm to Inoryu's presence, the shadow clone would continue to move closer to the lion, cautiously, with the intention to pet the lion.  

     

[neko bo beko]

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Impeccable Will [first time learning]
Rank: "D" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over their own will power.
Special: ---
Drawback: May Learn at a maximum of 6 times.
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their save against the opponent's Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train it as a regular "D" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points. This technique stacks with other Will saves.
Limit: Universal GenJutsu Technique.

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The beast, minding his idle business, seems unbeknownst to the young man who'd spotted him on his free range stroll. However, once he's in close enough range, Ōmo's nostrils flare as a familiar scent drifts his way. Instead of turning towards the smell, he stills and looks longingly in the opposite direction, as if lost in thought. His forehead twitches when he senses a strange chakra pattern emitting from the young man that was somewhat similar to Harue's. He closes his eyes, ears fluttering forward and then back as he recognizes it to be the same thing Harue does when she's attempting to manipulate illusions or people's perceptions - much of which Ōmo wasn't keen to usually.

After the prolongued contact and cahoots with his master, one of the illusive arts herself, he was somewhat harder to fool these days. He steeled himself and watched, without moving his head, as the clone intruding his space creeps closer. Ōmo's breathing is still steady, his posture relaxed as he suddenly lands on his rump. Just as the clone whispers his name, the beast snaps his head to look into the eyes of the fake. Despite his swollen will, Ōmo is still fooled by the clones, if not arbitrarily. He tilts his head, producing no ill intent whatsoever, but instead an aura of complete and utter calm. 

Ōmo blinks slowly, tilting his head as the impending Inoryu moves steadily towards him. Even though Ōmo wasn't exerting any sort of threatening signals, if Inoryu felt the need to try and cast something else on the beast, the likelihood of him being affected was poor. He'd already caught on to what Inoryu was doing, and trying to alter the beast would have no real different regardless. Once the shadow Inoryu is close and goes in to pet the beast, Ōmo startles away from the offending hand wearily, squinting at it and then the lifeless face of the clone. The beast makes a motion that is almost akin to rolling of the eyes, and then extends his nose forward to tap Inoryu's palm easily before pulling back. What was this all about?

[Inoryu]

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Remove Scent
Rank: "D"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: The creature or object touched has all trace of an olfactory presence removed for the duration of the Jutsu.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects 1 creature. The user is able to perform this technique on the target they touch. The duration of this technique lasts for 50 minutes per class level. This technique may be negated. The scent ability cannot detect a creature under the effects of a remove scent Jutsu. It also negates the harmful side effects of the noxious stench exuded by certain creatures, such as ghasts, for the duration of the Jutsu.
Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception.

   
    Inoryu's shadow clone was exhilarated as he approached the formidable beast. Omo was impeccably calm, collected, and even initiated contact with the apprehensive clone. The clone laughed out loud at the remarkable experience and scratched behind Omo's ear softly as to not give off an apprehensive vibe that may have been perceived if he had just drawn his hand back. He wondered if his ear scratching was a sign of friendliness though, Omo wasn't a dog.

    Hidden in the tall grass, Inoryu was quietly impressed, but he still had a couple of more tests to complete the assessment. Omo may have recognized Inoryu from before as they had encountered each other several times already, but how would he react towards a complete stranger? To amp it up a notch, the shadow clone that was in front of him would disappear in a cloud of smoke and a loud popping sound in order to cause a reaction out of Omo. Is he startled by loud noises or nervous around ninjutsu? His reaction should be revealing. As that shadow clone disappeared, the two other shadow clones on the roof dropped to the ground behind the house where they were out of view. They each performed the disguise self genjutsu [Will save: 35] to take on appearances manifested in their imaginations. In this case, they looked like typical civilians you would find in Kusagakure no Sato, one female and the other male. Then they would effectively use the glamour perception to remove all trace of olfactory sensations from their persons [Will save: 35]. 

    Whether Omo did well or not to the boisterous dismissal of his shadow clone, two strangers would appear behind the corner. "Oh my, look! A pink lion!" The man said and the woman screeched in joy and approached Omo zestfully. If Omo allowed, the woman, then the man would pet the large lion with grins. Inoryu, still hidden in the tall grass 35 meters away, still had the shinarashita no jutsu prepared if things went awry. He observed Omo carefully, secretly rooting for Harue and Omo to pass his assessment. 

[Shallistera]

both learned

[neko bo beko]

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Impeccable Will [second time learning]
Rank: "D" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over their own will power.
Special: ---
Drawback: May Learn at a maximum of 6 times.
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their save against the opponent's Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train it as a regular "D" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points. This technique stacks with other Will saves.
Limit: Universal GenJutsu Technique.

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While Ōmo wasn't necessarily one for affection, he received perhaps too much of it from his own master, who seemed keen on confessing her admiration for the beast profusely, constantly. The spot Inoryu's clone scratches, behind his ear, isn't much unlike how Harue pets him, and it makes him wonder if humans think that's some kind of universal spot favor. It was odd. Ōmo doesn't do much however aside from raise his eyebrows, humoring the kid. To say the least, he's not surprised when the clone vanishes. Just like Harue's illusions, they always had an end. It helped him to make it through the illusions he couldn't see past.

Thinking he was done with this charade, Ōmo gets off his rump and turns away, only to stumble into a strangely outgoing couple who seemed intent on fawning over Ōmo. The beast startles a bit as the pair approaches the lion as if he were some kind of house cat, his ears pivoting jerkily in response to the woman's screech. While it seems very rude to him of these people to attack him with love without consent, he only huffs and lets them drown him in cuddles and pets respectively. Although he could not sense at all that these two were clones of the tester as well, he felt as though these two were off.

He could usually detect chakra, or power to him, from the forms before him. Yet these two did not resonate. Ōmo tilts his head, watching the two clones, or simply weak humans to him, and wonders what their game is. Usually people feel threatened by him, never approach - Harue had been the first human to regard him kindly. But that was in the wilderness - perhaps humans on the inside of these walls were different. Ōmo looks around the area, searching for a higher power level that might be subjecting him to these illusions. Looking back over the couple, Ōmo tilts his head again, a bit confused by all this.

[Shallistera]

learned

[Inoryu]

    From the midst of the exceptionally tall grass, Inoryu observes patiently. Omo was ultimately passive to his tests and allowed the Chunin's disguised clones approach and pet him. Inoryu's lips perked into a slight smile as he thought, "Enough of this charade." Omo's cool response to his clones was evident that he was behaved around people. Witnessing upon his approach Omo's passive stance to the chihuahua was evident that he was disciplined even towards his prey and well fed. Inoryu stepped out of the grass and the disguised shadow clones turned to make their exits, the man and woman laughing as the man put his arm around the other. When they were around the corner out of sight and out of ear shot, they dismissed themselves.

    Inoryu's conclusion was simply that Omo was free to roam Kusagakure as he pleased, or at least was behaved enough to do so. Whether he was allowed to roam free by Harue's permission, or simply had gotten away from her temporarily, Inoryu wouldn't worry about it. He was actually becoming quite fond of Omo and enjoyed having one on one time with him. Out of respect for the lion, Inoryu would resume his leisurely stroll around the village and eventually pass Omo if the lion remained in the vicinity. "Kusagakure really is a wonderful place to be," he thought, smiling softly as he took his steps. He would become completely unafraid of Omo as he grew more confident in his assessment. He would no longer force interaction, but welcomed it if Omo chose to and ff Omo chose not to interact, Inoryu would happily be on his way, continuing his leisure. 

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