Loser Muses

With the konoha boy's body safely tucked in the tree trunk behind him, Kozata quickly opened up the Kudome no Meikei ability (symoblized by the altar in his mind) and began refilling his yuumei. At this point, a thought occured to him: what if he was able to use the seals he had in his capacity not just to drain people's chakra, but to knock them out immediately. It was a possibility worth considering, he thought, as he refilled his shade power. Instead of waiting a really, really long time to make someone sleep (get knocked out, ok? Sorry for the euphenism), he could just use a seal that would knock them out right away.
He felt bereft without his library full of knowledge. The literal library, that was. It was something that he found made his research for jutsus easier, as crappy and half-baked as said research was in reality. Books by people who were much smarter than he was tended to make him learn faster about the specific jutsu he had wanted to research. Certain things, like the fire stream or fire ball jutsus were a result of this reading up on them, so Kozata found it a reliable method.
However, out here, in the middle of the wild, he had no such resource. However, he did have the mansion. His increasing reliance on this sick inner thing was beginning to make him upset. Exactly how much influence did it have over him? He knew it was capable of taking control of his body and voice, but could it affect his mind as well? Was it slowly making him.... evil?
Another consideration as well, he thought as he stood up and flexed his chakra slightly, was that he had no control over it. It was as if a partnership existed between them, but that the mansion had the better end of the bargain. Well, at any rate... the thought was worth considering. He would have to get back to the village in order to find out the details of how to make such a seal, but it was certainly in the works. Welp, time to pack up and leave, he thought, as he hoisted the boy's body once again, and set off. This time... he was going to the borders. How long would it take him to get there, he wondered? Well, seeing his idiocy makes one wonder...
[WC 400
2 stats
400 toward 5-elements seal]