Willow Moor

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Willow moor:

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The first thing your eyes see as you approach the hamlet was a massive tree that seems to grow out from the center of the town. Never in all your years of travel have you ever seen a tree of such size. Standing three hundred meters tall and growing out into massive wooden talons reaching towards the sky. The massive tree no longer had a single leaf on it. All around the tree is where the residents have sought shelter since the founding of this town. At the base of the Tree sat the tallest building in town, a large cathedral that seemed to mimic the medieval-styled gothic architecture of the ancestor's manor. This place is where many find their peace either through meditation or flagellation. Directly next to the church was a general goods shop who's provisions have grown scarce due to the lack of fresh produce and unreliable shipments. Finding proper supplies might be difficult or pricey. Further down the dirt roads of the hamlet, there sits a tavern where travelers might find a place to rest in the town. Food and Drink can be found here along with other decadent pursuits of the flesh. Other buildings of note are sure to be found after some investigation.

Defensively speaking several obvious defensive structures have been erected as the times grew more dangerous. Wooden Palisades made of consecrated and divine woods and great bonfires burn in the center of town. A speck of light against the glooming and encroaching darkness. Even from a glance, you can tell that this place is on its last legs. The sullen faces of those adventurers who use this place as a staging point to conduct operations were starkly contrasted by the almost joyous lunacy that has long since taken over those who live here. Those who live here have seen hundreds of deaths and twice as many monsters and fiends. The darkness in these lands spreads corruption. None are safe from its vile influences. The towns stress has been mounting and there have been no real signs of respite. In the center of the town at a large encampment of several people wearing matching uniform plate mail and white robes. There seems to be a dozen of them or so.

To the towns, direct north sat the infamous estate. Perched along the top of the tallest hill in town it gave the looming gothic architecture a feel that felt opulent and powerful. Even several miles away from the hamlet the estate's long windowed walls and tall turrets seemed to hang over the town. A permanent reminder of the failure of the once noble family that lived within. All sorts of foul and accursed evil called that place residence now. Before this place would be truly free this wretched place must be purged.

To the East/northeast of the Hamlet set the road towards the coastal area the lake merged into the ocean further to the north. A winding trail would lead to a small port and coastal system of caves that would become revealed as the tides came in and out. The docks once constantly humming with the hustle and bustle of workmen, incoming goods and relics purchased by your late ancestor now lay dead and in disrepair. Attacks from a group of amphibious humanoids and all sorts have long since put to rest any chance of supplies or potential reinforcements coming in from the sea.

To the East and South East of the hamlet lies several long since abandoned buildings where former residents of the hamlet have long since perished or moved closer to the center of town. These buildings now serve as hunting grounds for both man and monster. All manner of beast and psychopath wander these buildings looking for sustenance or Payment. Past these abandoned buildings lay the massive mushroom forest the locals have taken to calling 'The Weald.' The silhouette of the trees and massive fungal caps surrounds the view to the east.

Further West leads to a pathway that eventually arcs further towards the north. What used to be the center of the farming economy of the town. A more recent construction site of mazes and tunnels that were commissioned by your late ancestor for an unknown purpose now is the defining characteristic of this area. The locals have long since been driven from this area as strange man-beast abominations have been seen lurking around the entrance to this place. The locals call this place the Warrens.

To the south was a massive moor of willow swamps where the town earned its namesake. Past that Moor lay the ruins to the great crypts of the Ancestors family. A powerful necromancer known to consort with demons has been building an undead army since your ancestor opened that infernal portal of antediluvian evil. Both the heroes and villains of the ancestor's bloodline are now the toys of that vile man seeking to turn himself into a Lich.



Hamlet Mechanics: Each IC night a Player may do one of the following.

Train 30 TP of any technique they want.
Make 5 crafting posts of any object.
Participate in one Stress relief activity.
Make 3 Search Posts.

Other additional services can be added with the addition of stronghold components.

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Shoko - Hecate
Location: Willow Moor
Notes: Willow Moor. A flicker of light against the encroaching darkness.


The sight of a stranger approaching was not an uncommon sight. Dropping your invisibility and walking into the town most of the people paid you little attention as you entered the town. It was dark and the streets were rather bare minus a few guards and the occasional drunk. You'd glance around and further up ahead towards the town you'd see a lithe figure land up ahead in the town. Her trademark weapon was ever so familiar to you. You were just able to see the next few events play out should you wish to.

Hecate
Unlike a normal newcomer, however, the flight would alert several of the guards. Several of them would quickly start ringing bells alerting other nearby guards. Several of them drew their weapons and started to gather together watching to see what She was going to do. Several of them visibly shaken when they saw your human form. "Wait She's human!" One of the armored men said from behind his closed metal face mask. A distinct voice stood out different from the voices in the area.

His accent was different from the others. A slower pace and reeking of annunciations and precise dialect. One manifested from private tutors and seasoned nobility. "A human flying you say. I daresay this land really does have everything." Out of all the faces and personalities around you Hecate, you realized that the rest of these templars and men in their tin cans were here to fight a war. Several of them had fought battles and wars before but none of them were close to your level. But there was something different about this man speaking. His Charisma seemed to exude from him... No, it was more than that. His very presence seemed to have an air of power to him. When he spoke it was almost as if he was the only one worth listening to among the stammer voices and zealous accusations.

The Guards looked at the man. Seemingly looking at him for some sort of direction. "It seems the very angel of death has made her way here. I never imagined she would be so..." He would pause for a moment looking your body up and down. It was only now you really took in the man's image. An aristocratic sort. He wore a red fine silk vest draped with could most easily be described as Victorian styled pattern all across the vest. A very ornate silk doublet sat underneath it. Across his vest were a leather bandolier and holster. The leather itself seemed of premium quality, a warm cordovan brown set with a brown cross-laid stitch. The leather itself was embroidered with depictions of a raven. His pants were worn in a slim fit, pleated fashion dressed in dark grey fabrics.

His hair a bright gold against alabaster skin. His blue eyes seemed to gleam from behind a thick pair of spectacles across his face. They gave a look of cunning and calculating eyes set behind the face of someone seemingly relishing in the moment.

"Gorgeous." He would finish as he walked towards you. Several of the guards would audibly sigh. "A pleasure to make your aquaintance. Charlemagne Percival Procopius but you my dear may call me Charlie." He'd give a small bow and as he did for the briefest of moments you'd catch the weapons at his hips. A pair of... what you could best assume were crossbow pistols. The grips of each pistol were engraved with depictions of metal set behind some sort of white stone.

[💀]

HECATE  UCHIHA HAND OF JASHIN Intimidate Rank: "E" Skill: Sophisticated Skill Effect: User can use this skill to frighten their opponents or to get them to act in a way that benefits the user. Special: --- Drawback: --- Description: Relevant Abilities: Charisma Skill. Die Rolls: 1 Die Roll. Check Requirement: Game Master/Described. Opposed: Sense Motive. Characters use this skill to cause others to back down in a contest of wills, to make others afraid to fight. A successful opposed Skill check is necessary (the subject of the Intimidation uses Sense Motive's Resist Persuasion to counter). This skill includes verbal threats and displays of prowess. Synergy: A user with Acting gives a +5 per Mastery Level Synergy Bonus to Intimidate. Some practical applications of Intimidate follow: Limit: Must learn from Skills. 0/5 45/125sp +1 die to rolls Hecate landed and not far behind her was Hecate(2) the both of them greeted with alarms and the cries of alarm. "This is much more like it, yeah?" One said to the other though both brandished a scythe to prepare for a culling, grinning, ready to spill the red ichor in his name and open bloody mouths in their flesh. Meager iron and such stood no chance against her violent onslaught. Thats what made the sudden appearance of this peacekeeper that much more appalling. Denying her a god kill. Pleb. It wasn't uncommon to be ogled but as she tore her gasmask off and proceeded through the motions of twisting the titanic weapon around in her grasp there was a moment of silence followed by the gentle looks of the man himself. Bright, glowing, green eyes stared him down from her loft and as he bowed her eyes went right to the two butts of his pistols he wore The flattery was not lost on her but it wasn't especially extravagant. The last man to truly court her has pulled a whole capital under his sway to do her beck and bidding to please Jashin. "Percival, was it?" Chirped Hecate as (2) went to walking the vicinity around the original and Percival, twisting the scythe around and around between dainty fingers, eyeing the armor glad individuals. "You wouldn't happen to be responsible for the houses up the road would you? There was someone inside but they were rude and scampered off before I could ask any questions and now these people turn their weapons on me for catching an updraft? Mighty fickle people living around these parts." (2) stalked the grounds with an ever tightening circle with the gargantuan heft of the blade dragging a trough into the ground where she walked like marking territory. Her teeth shown in a barebones smile like a rabid animal, a shark drawn to the scent of blood. "You seem like a competent man, Percival so let's have a civil conversation." The glowing gaze shifted around the camp. "Tell me what is going on around here. You don't seem native from the way you spoke of my arrival." She hadn't noticed Shoko. Yet.

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"Charlemagne. But again dear, please call me Charlie. Percival was my Father and as sinister as I am, I have nothing on that devil." He'd give a small smile at the weapon you held. "The houses...? I'm afraid not. As drab as the inn is, the only Fiends I must consort with there is the human variety." He'd pause for a moment as he the weapon you held in your curled fingers gleamed in the bonfire light. His eyes would spark with interest and for the first moment in your encounter with him, you saw a sense of sheer... excitement.

"You're quite a perceptive thing aren't you..." He would say savoring the tension he was drawing from you. "Your weapon dear... I wouldn't suppose you picked that up in the manner did you? And if you did... who am I speaking to? The weapon or the ladies speaking to me?" With that Charlie would put his hands on his weapons on each holster. He'd lift them out of the holster just to show the full weapon. You weren't an expert on many weapons, but you were pretty familiar with Loki's crossbow pistols. These looked similar except the weapon was made of one complete cast of black steel. Rich golden inlays covered the weapon with depictions of ravens. He'd pause for a moment looking at your face for some sort of flash of recognition. After a moment of apparently not finding what he was looking for he lowered his weapons once more.

"I see. Your weapon is not what I assumed it to be. Pardon my transgressions." Charlie would say quickly apologizing. His smile was a bit calmer. "Am I to assume... This is your first time here?" 

[Christoff]

[Enter from The Weald]

Isamu caught sight of the massive tree and wooden palisade up ahead and led Jomei back out onto the road. At last they were within sight of their objective. It was clear to Isamu that the fringes of the hamlet had been abandoned. In such a hostile environment it was natural that citizens would leave or be killed. That would necessitate abandoning the fringes and pulling back to a more defensible location and size. Isamu took mental notes of the condition of the area. The first order of business after getting settled would have to be finding a way to send his initial findings back to the village. The situation appeared worse than he had been led to believe it was. Now he spoke to Jomei at a normal volume.

"We are almost there Jomei, but we still need to be careful. Do not make sudden moves and let me talk to the guards. We do not know the people who are in control of the hamlet."

Isamu continued down the road at a regular pace. He deactivated his sand shield and removed his goggles, tucking them into his tactical vest. If any of the guards possessed chakra sight he did not want to be confused with a threat to the hamlet. The Genin took his headband from the right arm and secured it to his forehead in order to clearly identify himself. After everything they had seen in the woods Isamu expected to find a suspicious and distrusting welcome. Isamu scanned the entrance to the hamlet up ahead of him trying to determine what was happening and whether he would be challenged at the entrance.

[herbivorous hydra]

Jomei would spit out the clay into his hand, molding it, then throwing 5 small blobs onto the ground and using katsu to make them small sized snakes. They would slither up his legs and chest, then hiding in his robe sleeves. He'd then chuck 5 slots of explosive clay into his mouth, actually infusing chakra into it for explosives.

He wasn't sure if his partner saw the snakes skitter up his sleeves, and it didnt matter. He wouldn't need to know of the snakes. They were for diversion tactics only.

"That is fair. I'll just be preparing for an assault in the meantime."

[Master Game]

Shoko take a long moment to survey his new surroundings. Firstly taking good note of the the Hamlet's defences; the amount of armed mean and women stationed around not only the entrance, but anywhere in plain-sight, as well as any and all defensive structures erected. The young shinobi would catch a scene play out before his eyes as he walked towards the centre of town. But ultimately, the lad didn't want to make his presence anymore obvious by stopping to stare like an idiot. Averting his gaze from the potential fiasco thanks the masked-scythe user he knew very well, the young boy would continue walking in slow and steady strides towards the centre of town.

The large bonfire flickering intensely near the centre of the town provided vast illumination, and helped Shoko to take better notice of the gargantuan three-hundred metre tree by relatively small-looking cathedral. Despite it being so huge, Shoko didn't pay as much attention to it as he should, perhaps it was because had had seen mountains begin, during his time living in the Land of Thunder. Shoko, unsurprisingly didn't have an immediate agenda, despite having a very significant purpose in this town. Perhaps he was just unsure of where to start first?

Really, I should've taken a piss before coming here.

So the child's bladder was full? Not surprising since he had been walking for hours after all; it would be no wonder if he was itching to use a restroom. The masked shinobi decided to make a beeline for Cathedral, hoping that there was some kind of lavatory stationed inside, he would also be able to ask a few vital questions about the Hamlet. Ultimately, the boy was a mercenary with a job to do. He couldn't forget that for a second while he was here.

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Isamu and Jomei -
The two newcomers would enter the town without anyone showing them the slightest sign of attention. Isamu and Jomei would see three people conversing. A pair of identical females, black hair and combat boots. Each of them carried a sinister looking scythe that had three separate heads on it. She seemed to be speaking with a rather aristocratic-looking gentleman in maroon and black finery. As you saw him he would be brandishing his weapons and slowly pulling them out. That was occurring towards your right. Directly in front of you two, you'd notice a lone figure heading towards a cathedral in front of you. Isamu you'd notice his mask... A depiction of a wolf on it. You'd recall seeing this mask before. This person was a known sand ninja. A chunin from the village hidden in the clouds. He was one of the original students of Commander Senri. He didn't seem to notice you and was quickly and almost... meandering calmly to the area.

Hecate - conversationalizing -

Equinox -

Cathedral -

As you approach you'd see the towering cathedral up in front of you and for the first time you'd get a good look at it. Your first impression was that it was old. Most of the buildings in the hamlet were not built to last aside from the manner and the church. The architecture could probably be dated if someone was versed in the history of this place. Long columns of vertical stones would sit buttressed atop of each other. Beautiful arches and dozens of stone statues of varied peoples important to this particular religion. The statues were all very lifelike and in several different poses across the face of the cathedral. Their finer features were showing signs of fading from the time. Massive and ornate stained glass windows portrayed an image of a giant tree with a golden aura behind it. At the base of the tree sat an apple. The stained glass was directly above the row of doorways to the front that could only be reached by walking up a flight of stairs.

By the time you reached the top of the stairs, you'd see the doors were open, your angle would finally reveal the rows of pews inside. There were a few people inside, praying. Up at the altar there was no priest. It didn't seem like there was a service going on. What few souls found themselves here came for quiet reflection. You'd pause for a moment... You'd hear a man give off a scream of pain somewhere in the back of the cathedral.

[Christoff]

Isamu's eyes were drawn to the strange sight in front of him. The scythes in particular caught his eye something about them seemed particularly special and he wondered about their properties. Perhaps the conversation explained the reason they had gone unchallenged at the entrance but it seemed to Isamu like an egregious lapse in security. That would have to be rectified.

Isamu caught another flash of movement. A known face, or rather, a known mask. One of the Chunin from Sunagakure was in the hamlet. The Genin's spirits lifted. Another shinobi from the village, and an accomplished one at that was a positive development after so many unsettling ones. He watched as the shinobi entered the cathedral

Isamu let Jomei draw level with him and tugged on his sleeve. "This way I've just seen a friendly face." The altercation in front of them was blocking the path forward so he steered Jomei down an alley to a side street maneuvering them towards the cathedral. Fixated on connecting with his comrade.

[herbivorous hydra]

Jomei spat out his clay into his fingers, moulding it, then throwing it onto the ground. He would use Katsu to form 5 small sized snakes. They would quickly slither to him to go up his chest and into his left robe sleeve; the non explosive were in the right.

He would notice the women with the scythes, first. he immediately hated the looks of them. He tightened his left fist, preparing to run towards hem, when Isamu tugged his sleeve.

"Hey maybe we should go see what the- WHOA!"

He was suddenly steered to a side street to come to a side street. He would then fall over when they stopped moving, now angry.

"First of all, WHY?! Secondly, we can't trust ANYONE! Even if that is your friend, what's to say something here..... something bad..... didn't change him?"

He'd grab Isamu by the shoulders, concerned about his comrade.

"I am being paranoid, yes. But in a place like this, paranoia can save us. We should avoid any and all confrontation."

[Christoff]

Jomei stumbled to the ground and Isamu sighed. His frustration was mostly with himself. He kept expecting too much of the boy. Isamu let him vent about his paranoia and fears. In hindsight Isamu had not provided the boy with enough information. The paranoia that had had kept Jomei quiet and at his side during the true danger seemed to have run wild. This was another teaching moment for the boy and Isamu thought carefully about his words, "A shinobi must be a skeptic... But they must also take things as they are. We cannot allow ourselves to become paralyzed over what might be. It is our mission to examine the situation and find a solution."

Isamu paused looking directly at the other Genin before offering Jomei the rest of his information, "The person I saw is a Chunin of our village. One of the commander's personal students. The chain of command dictates that we report to him. Maybe he can tell us what is going on here." Isamu brushed some dirt off of Jomei's sleeve. "Come now, you can trust me. I got us here didn't I?" With that Isamu would beckon Jomei to continue down the street with him and proceed towards the cathedral.

[herbivorous hydra]

"O-Okay. I can trust you..... I can trust you. Yeah. I'll trust your decisions."

He'd clear his throat and attempt to disperse his paranoia. However, he was still uneasy. He wouldn't disperse his snakes yet. Just because he could trust one guy didn't mean nothing bad would happen. He would follow Isamu to wherever he went, knowing he could do anything he put his mind to as long as Isamu was there to help, or lead, him.

[Master Game]

Impeccable Will
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.

10/30

Shoko would take a brief moment to appreciate the gothic, slightly macabre yet nonetheless brilliant architecture of the Cathedral. The young boy was never a religious person, but could see why so much time money and effort was invested into this grandiose chapel; the faith-inspiring vibes that radiated from the place was empowering. Many of the townspeople no-doubt would've gone insane or worse if not for the warmth of faith that this Cathedral provided.

Shoko stepped inside the already-exposed entrance of the chapel. Nothing seemed to strange at first, it didn't even seem like there was a service going on, more like an open for people to pray silently. Well, Shoko would be in the middle of walking over to the nearest person to find out where the loo was when he would hear the cacophonous shrieking in the background. The boy would pause, if anyone else seemed to be disturbed by it or looked to investigate, he would take note and watch silently. However if no one seemed perturbed by the sudden scream, and no more sounded, Shoko would continue on his way and attempt to ask the closest person where the toilet was.

As much as the child knew a scream such as that in chapel such as this shouldn't be ignored, if the inhabitants of this hamlet pretended to take no notice of it, the boy would instantly know that something was gravely wrong and try not to cause a scene as much as possible. His curious side however still urged him to investigate, so Shoko thought up an idea. After receiving directions or where the toilet was, he would turn invisible and then proceed to where he had heard the strange scream coming from

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Isley - as she is conversing -


Jomei and Isamu you'd keep walking up behind the Shoko Nakamura. He seemingly had not noticed the pair of you arrive behind him. As you approached you'd see Shoko glancing over the crowd of people who had seemingly not been fazed by a recent scream you did not witness. Shoko would glance around the room and quickly realize that this building did not have any plumbing. Neither did most of the buildings in this area. Shoko as you turned around you'd realize, standing right in front of you were two Ninja from the hidden sand. One a Sandojin and the other a figure with long blond hair, male and both of them in cloaks.

[herbivorous hydra]

Jomei would stand there uneasily, unsure of what to do. Make small talk? And say what? He would need to introduce them, no, him. Isamu already knew this man from the sounds of it. He would clear his throat and wave his right hand towards the Chuunin, having the snakes wrap around his arm and bite into his wrist to make sure they didn't move. He didn't realise how painful that was. Why did he give them teeth?

"Hello! I hear you two have met, but I've yet to meet you, as I'm a very recent genin. I'm Jomei Toujitakumi, part of the main branch, sadly the only survivor of the main branch. It truly is a shame what happened, but whatever, you didn't even know until just now. So now that I've introduced myself..... WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND PROVE YOU MEAN NO HARM!"

Smooth..... Real smooth..... Jomei had jerked his arm forward as he pointed towards the Chuunin in front of him, forgetting about the snakes, them tearing into his skin more, this being excruciatingly painful and causing him to buckle at the knees and telepathically command them to let go of his arm, allowing them to slither to the top of his head. The white snakes would sit on top of his head, occasionally flicking their fake, white tongues. Admittedly it was an odd choice, since almost any attempted observation would show they were very fake.

As for his wound, it was more a scratch, he was just a big baby. Yes, he's the only one left of a clan and has supposed incredible mental strength, mainly so know one reads his mind while he isn't paying attention and learn he caused the Toujitakumi Massacre. But physically speaking..... He couldn't take much more than a cut.

"That was so dumb..... Goddamit..... DO NOT SEE THIS AS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS! I CAN KILL YOU AT THE SNAP OF MY FINGERS!"

[Master Game]

Creepy. No one seemed to take any note of the horrible scream that just sounded from the back of the building. Shoko soon realized that there was no lavatory or plumbing for this building. The shinobi cursed, he’d had to move on. However footsteps from behind him would alert him to some new presences.

Quite the surprise it was for the spiky haired chuunin to run into ninja of the same village in a place like Willow Moor. For a second, it seemed to odd to be a coincidence and Shoko speculated they’ve might’ve been sent to follow him on purpose. But if so, why did they choose to reveal themselves?

Shoko wouldn’t lean into the matter as to why two Sunagakure shinobi has walked up to them. But when the blonde-haired among the two started speaking, the child found himself wondering much more. Shoko briefly cringed, then putting aside the awkwardness of the initial statement, the eleven-year old’s eyes would roam about wildly and almost in a panicked expression.

“Too loud.” The dark-skinned ninja would whisper back in a strained voice.

The man was quite the eccentric, even by Shoko’s standards. From the details the boy had gathered, the blonde hated man’s name was Jomei Toujitakumi. His last name wasn’t something Shoko could accurately put a finger on but it was clear the man was from some sort of clan. Either he was a genin from the village. Shoko felt a bit uncertain about his previous suspicions, there was nothing about this guy that really screamed “spy” or “tracker”. It seemed more likely however, that this Joumei and his companion had simply come across the same rumours as Shoko, and were essentially here for the same reason. Nonetheless Shoko wouldn’t let his guard, the young man had already broken Shoko’s number one rule; Never make a scene somewhere you’re not familiar with.

Shoko would watch as the man seemed to convulse in pain briefly after pointing at him, followed by snakes rising up his body. Shoko was taken aback, and Joumei opened his mouth to speak once more. Before that however, Shoko would remember the powerful the he had to take a piss.

“Sorry gotta dash!” He would stammer before rushing past the man and his friend. The boy urgently needed to use it and couldn’t waste anymore time. And so, the sand shinobi would find himself rushing over to the nearest dark alleyway with a lack of human presence.

[Christoff]

Isamu felt the familiar sense of embarrassment and resignation as Jomei went off on the Chunin. Isamu's sharp hearing could hear the Chunin's whisper of, "Too loud." Isamu's eyes flitted over the Chunin and detected what he thought looked almost like panic. This confused Isamu and he said nothing at first, opting instead to study the Chunin further. He had been expecting to find a leader but now he was realizing that the student of the Kazekage was remarkably short and with his reaction? The Chunin might not be much older than Jomei was. This revelation left Isamu feeling insecure about his failure to even attend the exams and worried about the implications for the mission.

Now Jomei made another move and the Chunin stammered out, “Sorry gotta dash!” and made to move by them. Isamu moved to allow passage but stayed on the boy's hip whispering to him in a hushed but urgent tone hoping to keep prying ears at bay, "Shiki Senri sent us." It was not necessarily true that the Kazekage had spoken to them directly. Their orders to investigate the rumors surrounding the hamlet had been less personal than that but the buck stopped with the Kazekage and Isamu had no issue using his name to get the Chunin to just slow down for a moment.

[herbivorous hydra]

"Yeah! The Jounin Commander himself! So wait up!"

He would attempt to make a pillar form in front of the man, in order to stop him in his tracks, but it was possible he only sent him upwards or nothing happened at all to the man if he had gotten too far away.

He would send his non explosive snakes after the Chuunin, they would chase after him, with their lack of mass allowing more speed. If one would catch up enough to bite his ankles if they were uncovered, since even fabric would bend the fangs made of clay. They were still sharp enough to pierce skin.

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*note combat initiated - Master Game you have 48 hours from carrots post before it results in a critical hit*

[Master Game]

Impeccable Will
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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It seems the duo were adamant about wanting to talk some more because they instantly began following him. The silent man from earlier said some words about being sent by Shiki Senri, something that was quickly reinforced by his partner. It was when the young boy slowed down and swiveled around to face them that he would immediately take note of the two snakes slithering towards him at a fast pace. Shoko at once interpreted this as a hostile action, one that could only be traced back to the one calling himself Joumei. The masked chuunin read the distance between him, the snakes and the blonde-haired man cautiously and precisely so as to not falter in the moments to come. Seeing things clearly, Shoko would apply pressure to the ground and in a combination of delicacy and speed, zoom in an arc from his right side. This manouevre would place him right behind Joumei, whose field of vision the boy completely disappeared from. One of the multiple appendages within his cloak would’ve already grabbed a kunai while another moved for a smoke pellet.

”Shiki Senri? I’m listening...” The boy’s odd voice tone would emanate from behind Joumei. Shoko knew what he could’ve been able to do with a well-targeted slice on the man’s carotid artery, but he’d already seen the headbands and could confirm they were sand ninja and such a thing would not do. The adrenaline pumping through his veins made him forget nature’s call and was on guard for the slightest directed movement.