Rice, Ruins, and Ramen (IO)

Tue Dec 28, 2021 5:58 am

Rice Rustlers Pt 1:

Rice Rustlers Pt 2:

Searching Ancient Ruins:

The storms the night before had taken their toll on the village. The thunder had shaken loose several of the cabinets causing a cascade of crashing cups down in the tea shop. Asahi had found himself awake for the majority of the night doing hit best to clean up the mess. It was as he attempted to rest his eyes propped up in one of the chairs, feet on the table that a messenger had run through the door with an “urgent” scroll from
His cousin. Yasahiro was wanting a team of village workers to go and help one of the larger rice farmers. His farm had been damaged by not only several lightning strikes that had caused peculiar fires, but also wind that had blown down his fence. The small bit of animal husbandry he did had been let loose. Among the missing goats, domesticated geese, and 3 prized horses that had been meant to become show horses.

Sighing he’d fold the paper carefully into a paper airplane, whatever that was, and send it flying into the bin. Hoisting himself up with a grunt, he’d grab several things and head out the door. His normal lavish attire was long forgotten, as he hadn’t had the time. In truth it would be difficult to recognize him if they were looking for the effeminate lad in flowery kimonos.

Currently his hair was loose, left about his face touching his shoulders. Unwashed, and much less kemp than normal. He wore a plain black shit with a low cut V, jeans, but the wooden clogs remained. Tied to his hip his ninjato bounced loosely. He’d taken to never leaving it behind, as his training intensified so had his desire to keep it on his person. As he walked in the early hours towards the outer edges of the village towards the rice farm he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He smiled at the unfamiliar person, who was undoubtedly masculine. He’d always enjoyed being able to pull off both looks, seeming the beauty in the duality of it. Life was for the living, and living was for experiencing. If there was one thing his time communing with ghosts had taught him, that was a truth that anyone hoping to truly live must learn.

His training had gone well, and though he wasn’t as fast as Yasahiro, he wasn’t slow anymore either. His spiritual energies were undoubtedly higher, and strength wise he didn’t think himself far off either. He could see it now in the tighter clothes as opposed to the flowing kimonos. It caused him to smirk just a little. He wasn’t normally inclined to physical confrontation, but he felt soon he might just have to test his cousin out. He doubted he could beat him, but to make him sweat a little….now that would be a deep seated joy.

He’d arrive approximately 1 hour after the message to the recked fence of the stable. The farmer already working to fix it. He waved and made his way towards the man, unsure if whoever else had received the call would be there or not.

TWC - 523

Asahi’s look for the mission:

Sat Jan 01, 2022 9:00 am

Yamato was tired. He had been working endlessly ever since he had arrived in Tanbo. His body was close to giving in, but his spirit kept the young Yamanaka clan member going. Just walking in the street of the little rice village, and looking around at the people and the buildings; Yamato could see Tanbo was blossoming beautifully. It had been a charming little place for a long time now, but lately, the rate at which it grew had become astounding. Seeing the number of newcomerrs, the architectural projects that were coming along nicely Yamato felt bliss deep in his soul, and a little bit of pride that he dared not admit to himself. That was his current problem. He knew how he felt about Tanbo now, but he did not know how Tanbo felt about him, or how he felt about himself in Tanbo.

In an egotistical corner of his mind, he almost felt like he had a role to play in Tanbo’s recent success. In the more realistic corner, he knew he was unpopular, unknown, arguably a small cog in the great machine of this benign little place. He was not recognized for the work that he firmly believed was important. He thought he was doing well. He was also aware that he had sacrificed a lot to do that work. Mostly his social life. His companions would always jump to work with him, knowing he would do most if not all of the work if it came to that. They would then forget about the Yamanaka when it came time to drink after their work hours were over. Yamato would never admit to himself that he cared, so the conversations about this only ever happened in his mind.

One of the few people Yamato had started growing a bond with, Asahi, had now invited him to a mission. Yamato did not know what to make of it yet. Was it business as usual, or was there a chance they could be both coworkers and friends? It remained to be seen. For now, Yamato wanted to focus on his job, suppress his hopeful side and expect the least.

But regardless, it wasn’t time yet for the spiritual investigations. Yamato was still waiting for a schedule from Asahi about spectral activities. Today was likely going to be another simple day of shinobi work. So, it was rather surprising that when Yamato arrived at the scene of his daily mission, and his eyes landed on the man who dressed in clothes befitting of his own appearance. Yamato subtly pulled the collar of his shirt up to his nose to see if his perfume was still discernible. It was. For once he was about to meet up with Asahi at the start of his day, looking clean in his regularly fashionable suit.

He approached the Yagami. “Asahi?”. He looked a little bit different, but his was not a hard face to recognize. “Are you here for the mission as well? What are the chances?”.

Post WC: 503
Total WC: 503

Tue Jan 04, 2022 1:13 pm

All The Things All the things
Y O U
S A I D

Izumi had woken early that night, just barely after she had fallen asleep the loud cracks of thunder, the lightening filling the dark sky with streaks of light… Izumi didn’t enjoy thunderstorms, in fact it was something that as a child she would often times slip into bed with her sister for protection from the terrifying thoughts of it as it boomed through the orphanage. However she had an early start on the day today – she went to see what jobs were needed today – she knew that the storm that night was fierce, and surely people would be in need of help – and some coin for helping wouldn’t hurt either.

She caught a hold of several missions, but decided that the one farm, a large one – known to be one of the larger farms in Tanbogakure was in need, surely someone with that large of a farm would have coin suitable for her liking. She agreed to that, and headed of on her way. She would be sporting simple hair, a long sleeved t-shirt, dark red in color, with long black tights, hugging her curves nicely. She was there to work, so she would have her hair up in a high pony; to avoid having to deal with it once her hands got dirty.

Izumi arrived to the fence that surrounded the stables that belonged to the farmer, it was in desperate need of repair she would then notice the two gentlemen that were already there, familiar to her from several nights ago – they were apart of the group that were at the bar… The two that were the most interesting at that… She was still weary of the one… As she pulled closer to the fence and the men, she could feel the fuzziness return to her head, it was an offset feeling, something strange, it wasn’t nearly as bad as the first time, but still enough to cause alarm. There was something that these two still needed to discuss that was certain.

“Looks like you’ve got more company.” She would state, smiling brightly towards the men, before glancing towards the farmer. Who was steadily working on repairing the fence. “Did you want us to start repair on the fence sir?” The man would nod, and point them in the direction of where to find more tools, the barn’s roof needed to be fixed as well, along with a few chicken coups, and several other miscellaneous things, Izumi would make note of the different things around the farm that would need attention, somethings weren’t so dire, where as other things were. The fence would be the most important, from the looks of it he once had animals on the farm… She figured that they would also be tasked in having to go and find them.

She sighed as she grabbed an old metal tool box, it was heavier than she was expecting… The man must have many tools. She snickered to herself as she looked about the barn… There was a single stall? She walked over towards it, and a photo in a frame was on the post beside it, a beautiful horse, something out a movie, whatever that was. She gazed towards the empty stall, making note of the broken latch, a frown would cross her face for a moment… It probably gotten out during the storm… Surely the old man already knew about his missing companion, she was sure about that… She did take note of how clean the stall was… And how much effort was put in the making of it… It was pristine… Almost appeared as if it was untouched? She figured that perhaps the man took extra care of it… She would shrug it off for now, as she made her way back towards the fence with the tools, “I got em!” She smiled brightly towards the farmer, he would then assign them different spots, but their first step would be to finish mending the fence, around the perimeter of the farm. She would get to work on the fence, steadily making her pace as the old man would talk to them.

Stats

Health 100
Chakra 40
Vigor 40
Speed 10
Strength 10

AP

400/400

Active Jutsu

None
Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

Total Post WC 688
Total WC 688
Total WC Needed 688/2001

Mission One: 334/334
Mission Two: 354/667
Mission Three: 0000/1000

Active Skills
None.

Claims

None

Post Information

Rice Rustlers:

Rice Rustlers:

Searching the Ancient Ruins:

Tagged

@Yamato Tanaka && @Asahi Yagami

Running through my head

Tue Jan 04, 2022 1:57 pm

Asahi would smile at the familiar face. Waving towards Yamato he’d jog up to meet him, the rhythm of his wooden clogs acting as his entrance song. “Chances not bad when there is work to be done and they need the A team”. He’d say with a wink. He’d known Yamato for only a little while, and despite the man’s quirks, he’d found himself quite fond of the man. He was dead helpful, if not a little over enthusiastic. Still, that was hardly a sin in a world with much life to live. Before much more small talk could be made two more individuals had sidled up. One was the the farmer looking surely, which was excusable given the situation. The second a blonde woman waving her greeting. He recognized her vaguely from the bar, though even now much of that night was hazy at best.

“Surrounded by beautiful blondes, hardly seems like work.” He’d say smiling, giving a wink to Yamato and a bow to Izumi. She seemed mostly business though as she quickly inquired about the job and rushed to get the tools. Her return marked the start of the work. While the other two were assigned to different places Asahi had taken to thatching the rooftop of the barn. It was rather droll work, with a sense of tedium about it. Not to mention hot…..up on a roof in the backing sun. Unnaturally warm, the sun on the fields, the moisture form the storm from the night before, it left the area feeling steamy and thick. He’d soon lost his shirt and stay the course of the job.

The mindless aspect of doing the same thing over and over left his eyes and mind to roam about. He watched Izumi for awhile, surprised by her work ethic. He tried not to judge individuals by appearance, but still her gusto had far outstripped what he’d thought she’d perform. He’d then see what Yamato was doing for a bit before looking closer at the area. Something seemed off to him……he couldn’t quite place it but there was sections of the farm that was clearly devastated by the storm, but then others that was a little too clean to be natural destruction.

When the jobs where done, and late evening was upon them the trio would be propped up on the newly built fence, each with a glass of sake or lemonade at the farmers daughters insistence. The farmer had just finished discussing the prized horses he was worried to have lost and walked away. “You know…”. Asahi would say finishing his glass of sake and pouring a new one. “I’m not so sure those horses wandered off……look at the gates…..the locks seem fine…..and then the tracks didn’t look wild from the roof. I don’t know, seems strange don’t it?” He’d ask. If either of them offered any other clues he’d suggest a little further investigation.

TWC - 1009

Wed Jan 05, 2022 4:22 pm

Izumi’s arrival was foreshadowed by a similar feeling in Yamato’s spine. It was much milder this time, less intrusive. Less a feeling of a needle being carefully planted into his brain through his eye, and more a feeling of not being alone in his house. It was a strange feeling - or maybe Yamato thought so simply because it was unfamiliar to him. But either way, it was not entirely unpleasant. He seemed to be getting used to it now, but still, he hoped that next time he would only see Izumi’s arrival, and not sense it unwillingly. "Izumi." he greeted his family member with a soft, genuine smile.

It seemed Yamato’s love of hard work might not have been a personal quirk, but a genetic disorder passed down in the family, as Izumi too seemed eager to begin her part of the mission. She had already jumped into it before Yamato could finish his greetings of the two. "I respect the work ethic." he commented, "But I have no intention of falling behind, so...". He formed a few hand seals and from two small puffs of smoke appeared two more Yamato’s, each identical in appearance to the first. The clones immediately went into work, prioritizing locating the fitting tools for the job, then going straight towards the most damaged parts of the house, starting construction to the best of Yamato’s capabilities.

Yamato himself was also about to join his clones, but Asahi’s words caught him off guard. As soon as he uttered the words that could very well be taken as compliments (and flirty ones at that, in Yamato’s mind) the blonde man froze in his place for a second. He turned away from Asahi to hide his visibly redder face behind his hair, covering his movement with a fake chuckle. All of it would have been unnecessary of course, had Yamato known Asahi’s eyes were fixated on the other of the two ‘blondes’ the man had spoken about. "It is rather hot today..." Yamato mentioned, of course only speaking about the weather. He was admittedly accurate. His clones had begun the construction already. Yamato also joined them in a short time.

While they were working Yamato had found an excuse to make his way near his cousin(?), to ask her about some things that had been burning in his mind. "So Izumi..." he began speaking, clearly trying to come off as his words were just small talk he thought of at the moment, this facade of course most likely being easy to read through as that was Yamato’s motive, "From which Yamanaka’s are you exactly? Like… Konoha? I knew a few Yamanaka members, any chance you might know them?". Yamato thought about which names to give first. He didn’t want to share the names of his parents, firstly not to out himself so fast, but secondly because his parents weren’t necessarily well liked in Konoha, if that was where Izumi was from originally. He settled with giving the name of a clan member that was closely related to them from the generation before his parents. "Do you know… Granny Himari?". Yamato hoped he was the perfect mix of subtle and friendly. Even he knew deep in his heart though, that he wasn’t.

Another moment of finding an excuse to move around, he had this time slid up to Asahi. "So the A-Team, huh? You really believe that, or was that just a turn of phrase?". He once again tried hiding the emotion behind his words. "It’s no big deal.". It clearly was. "When do you think uh… We might… Investigate ghosts again? Just… Making sure it’s still on, you know...". Asahi’s new look had really suited him. Yamato couldn’t help but find it funny that both of them had separately changed their styles lately, and their new appearances were a little bit similar. The three of them really looked like a weird ghost hunter family business.

While he was trying to accomplish his secondary goals, it seemed the constructions had been coming along well. So much so that they had been informed of a second mission now. "Surprise extra work." Yamato spoke softly, as his eyes lighted up. "One of my favourite things in the world.". He joined the other two in his team in the investigations. Asahi’s suspicions had grabbed his attention. He walked closer to investigate the situation with his focus completely gathered on the scene of the supposed crime. He noted Asahi’s rightful detection of the unbroken lock. He looked closer at the tears and scrapes over the rest of the stable. "I believe your suspicions are correct." Yamato answered to one of his partners on the case, " Footsteps might have been covered by the rain. But...".

Yamato walked around the stable and started looking on the ground carefully. He continued speaking. "The rain… It brings out the earthworms who don’t want to drown in the holes that get covered in water.". He kept looking around in the mud until he stopped somewhere. "Stepped on.". The size and shape of the area with dead worms confirmed his hunches. "I believe they must have gone this way." he said, pointing a bit south of the opposite direction of Tanbo. He stood up to address his team. "Should we investigate now, or wait until our work here is fully done?".

He didn’t suspect there was much work left here for them to do anyway, but he knew how important agreement on the workplan was for teamwork, or work in general. He wanted hear the opinions of Izumi and Asahi. If they agreed on what to do, Yamato would follow their lead, and offer help wherever he could. He was now better trained than last time, even in combat (even if that was his weaker side still). He looked into his ninja pouch to make sure he had packed everything correctly, and had his tools with him if the need came to use them. Confirming the numbers, he rose his head up again to watch those around him.

Post WC: 1009
Total WC: 1512

Sat Jan 15, 2022 10:15 am

All The Things All the things
Y O U
S A I D

Izumi would smile towards Yamato; as he greeted her, she knew him from the bar the other night – from when the first time their minds met… She knew something about this man was similar to her, but she had never met another Yamanaka; so she would remain blissfully unaware of his status to her. Asahi would make a comment; one that would make the woman grin with what could be considered mischievous intent, ‘surrounded by beautiful blondes’. This was indeed very true, all three of them were incredibly good looking, and to be surrounded by each other, hardly seemed like one could complain.

A soft giggle would escape Izumi’s lips as the others would begin to rush their work to getting things done, just as she had started the prompt, she would quickly made herself known – her work ethic was almost all determination and pride; she had an issue with things needing to be perfect in all aspects, her carefulness and attention to detail could from time to time make that incredibly difficult. As Asahi would take up onto the rooftop of the barn, she watched him for just a moment, her amber eyes gleaming as he worked on thatching, only when she noticed his movement did she look away; she didn’t want to be caught staring at anyone.

Izumi would glance up from her work as she heard Yamato’s voice – as he would continue, a small sense of anger flew through her, a tingle in her spine to the clenching of her jaw… His questions of her lineage annoyed her greatly… He knew who they were… Or at least the clan itself… But she didn’t know, she knew nothing save for bits and pieces of what she was told as a child. She had heard of the clan originally being from a place called Konohagakure, she had done incredible research on it after hearing about it… She did research on several villages trying to pinpoint a direction, a place… Somewhere to find the bastards who left her behind… But with no luck.. It’s as if they just completely disappeared from the face of the earth. “The only place I could call home before here, was Hoshigakure.” She would state, it was her longest time within an orphanage she had… She had been to others, most in hopes that someone would adopt her… But it never happened, after she reached a certain age, it was no longer an option.

“I don’t know much about the Yamanaka’s, nor my parents… All I’m aware of; they dropped me off at an orphanage as a babe, and some how disappeared from existence.” Her response was dull, minimal and unnervingly monotone. “I don’t think I came from Konohagakure; I’ve researched the family, trying to find where exactly I come from… The closest I ever came was some tiny village in the middle of no where on the ocean.” She stated, shrugging. “Turned out to be a dead end.” A small sigh, “Sadly, as nice as it could be to know some Granny, I don’t.” She would return to working, keeping her mind busy from thinking about the questions again.

As the day turned to evening, and sake filled the cups upon the behest of the farmers daughter, Izumi would take a small survey of the land, and the work they had completed. It was good; hard and honest days work, there was still some things left to be done but then; Asahi would speak, her eyes watching him very carefully… His words held a weight with her, although it didn’t surprise her that he to had came to a similar conclusion about the horses…

Izumi would listen carefully, watching as Yamato would make his inspections; before she could speak the farmer would speak up – “Well, there ain’t much lefta do. If y’all can bring my horses back, I’d be greatly appreciative of it. Pay a little extra too.” He would state. Izumi would hear those words and cut in, “Well, as the man said, his horses are important. My vote is to go and find them, bring em’ home.” She would nod, if this had been some cartoon, she would more then definitely have dollar signs in her pupils.

Stats

Health 100
Chakra 40
Vigor 40
Speed 10
Strength 10

AP

400/400

Active Jutsu

None
Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

Total Post WC 705
Total WC 1393
Total WC Needed 1393/2001

Mission One: 334/334
Mission Two: 667/667
Mission Three: 392/1000

Active Skills
None.

Claims

None

Post Information

Rice Rustlers:

Rice Rustlers:

Searching the Ancient Ruins:

Tagged

@Yamato Tanaka && @Asahi Yagami

Running through my head

Sat Jan 15, 2022 9:08 pm

"Of course, my Dear Yamato we are the A team. Look at what we have accomplished!" He'd gesture around at the work being done. In truth it probably wasn't anything to write home about. Certainly not something that got someone a reputation for being a valiant shinobi in the war-torn world that they each lived in. Yet still, Asahi's words ringed with confidence. It may have been true that any team he saw himself on was an A team, but through either a small sense of humbleness or arrogance abound, he didn't feel the need to add that little part. Instead letting the compliment rest on all members of the team. "Soon soon I think. The festival is coming up, I'd rather not do anything until after that. Just in case things tend to go sideways. Not that that is likely......most likely?" He would say with a smile and in a questioning tone. In truth he wasn't sure what would happen, but that was Future Asahi's problem, and Present Asahi knew him to be a very capable individual.

The rest of the work would wrap up rather quickly and their investigation would begin. Keen of eye and mind as ever Yamato would provide his findings. Asahi had to agree with him, though he wasn't sure how Yamato had come to such a conclusion. Asahi considered himself very observant, but he had to admit he'd not considered the habits of earthworms. Perhaps he still had much to learn. As if to ease the transition the farmer approached, asking if they could find the lost horses, even letting them know there wasn't much left to do. Sensing the eagerness at a bigger payday from Izumi, Asahi would smile. "Well, how can we turn down a job in need...." He wasn't sure if the sarcasm would be picked up, it was certainly waisted on the farmer who didn't notice. in truth he'd much prefer a dip in a spring and a glass of sake rather than hunting down horses. Still, a job was a job he supposed.

He'd lead the trio from the farm, looking for clues as they went. He'd point out small things at first, a broken twig here, a strand of wayward hair there, until the signs began to pick up. As they made their way outward from the farm, signs of horse movement became more and more obvious. As though the horse thieves had become more and more sloppy with their job thinking they'd gotten off free. in total it wasn't a bad walk, strolling through the fields the landscape would gradually change. It wouldn't be long before they were well outside the farming area, and on the plains that surrounded Tanbogakure. After around an hour, there was finally a change, though not the one that was expected.

Ahead of them was a medium sized temple. Well off the beaten road, the horse tracks had taken them here. By the snuffed-out fire, and a horseshoe it was obvious the rustlers had rested here. However, like the inhabitants of the weather worn temple they were long gone. The trail seemed to die off, though for Asahi his interests had become peaked in something else. "I don't think we are going to have much luck today.." He would say looking towards the sky. The day was quickly ending, and wandering in the dark wasn't going to help anyone. "This place looks abandoned though, we could search it see if anything is interesting. The librarian in Okada castle might want some of the stuff if we can find anything good." He'd offer up. Might as well get something done, and searching an old temple was well within his wheelhouse.

TWC 1626 / 2000

Sun Jan 16, 2022 1:34 pm

It turned out Izumi was not, in fact from Konoha, at least as far as she knew. He didn’t want to question her further in the middle of a mission like this. "Hoshigakure, huh?" he answered her, "I never made it that far west myself. Well, if you want to talk about Yamanaka, I might know some things that I’ve gathered throughout my life. We can discuss that in our personal time I suppose. I would love to help with your search if I can.". His words were genuine even if he wasn’t entirely open about his motivation. Hiding what clan he was a part of was never intentional on his part, it was simply part of changing his full name whenever he moved out of a major village. And now that he had introduced himself this way to the whole of Tanbo, it might have been suspicious of him to reveal his true last name this late. The shinobi might have questioned him and tried getting answers out of him he did not wish to share.

He could only wish Mori would not open up about his past in Kiri, something he had not formally shared with the government of Tanbo yet. "I like the sound of that." he answered Asahi, trying to distract himself from his thoughts, "A-Team. Feels right. You, me, Izumi.". A smile appeared on his face, brushing away all of the dark clouds from before. "All of that sounds good to me, I’ll follow your lead for now. I’ll let you know if I notice anything particularly interesting.".

Post WC: 263
Total WC: 1775

Sun Jan 23, 2022 2:15 am

As they approached the temple Izumi would become rather quite. Assuming she was engrossed in their investigation Asahi would leave it well enough alone. Instead focusing on the side quest at hand. His initial assumptions where proven correct as the trio made their way closer. His hand moved making a number of gestures before opening his minds eye. As he learned through the ether the only living beings he could sense where that of his companions. He’d noticeably relax with that, and wave at his two friends. “Well I think it is just us. Let’s see what trouble we can get into.” He’d smile and lead the way into the temple.

The outside for the most part was intact, all be it a little weather worn from not having proper upkeep. The walls a cream color obscured by green moss that had began to grow and take over. The grounds surrounding it was all over grown, making the walk up treacherous at best. Still Asahi would lead the charge and enter the temple. It’s doors hanging ajar, the silence gripping. Inside a fine coat of dust covered the majority of the space. Candelabras, bookshelves, scrolls, and a variety of other temple implements lay strewn about the area. Judging by how the place was, it was unlikely that they were the first ones to come across the temple and give it a look through. Gathering up several scrolls he’d find a monks writing desk and sit, carefully going through the pages.

They told of spirits, many malevolent, some said to be held in this very temple. It was with furrowed brow Asahi kept reading, the world around him fading away as his concentration became all the greater. The notes told of a monk order that had sealed malevolent spirits away using a form of ninjutsu…..an advanced element combining the monks spiritual energies with earthen elements to hold back beings of air and fire. He’d sit back, opening one of the drawers. Inside a musty bottle, pulling it out he noticed the wax had held the seal. Popping it open he’d take a drink, causing his head to shake. A mulled wine, or some other strong drink swished inside. The taste powerful with fermentation. “Hey Yamato, come look at this!” He’d shout to his friend. He’d offer the bottle, and hand over the notes. Asking if he’d found anything interesting.

TWC - 2024

Total mission word count - 5192 / 6000

Sun Jan 30, 2022 1:58 pm

Yamato followed Asahi’s lead. He was reassured by Asahi’s instincts. Yamato felt no presence either, so it was a good sign the two were in agreement over that. He still couldn’t help but add a little bit of honesty to the situation. "I don’t know Asahi… I have a bad feeling for some reason. I can’t put my finger on anything yet, so take it with a grain of salt I guess, might just be a bad mood.". What was this place? Yamato approached the stone hidden beneath the moss.

Something was lost here. Abandoned. Something old, maybe ancient. But why? Tanbo was a village tied strongly to its traditions. "Any of this seem familiar to you, Asahi? You weren’t educated well in the history of our village by any chance were you?". He moved his hand (protected by his white leather gloves) across the mossy surface of the walls. "It’s gotta be tied to Tanbo, right? It can’t be a mistake this is this close to the village.". Ever so often, he tried to remove some of the moss to see if he could make head or tails of the carvings.

A few more steps in, it wasn’t just stones anymore. Bookshelves, scrolls? It couldn’t have been that ancient, then. Yamato joined Asahi in looking through the writings that populated this weird place. He checked how thick the layer of dust was. "Let’s try not change everything, Asahi." he said, "I might be able to put some minds together to figure out how long this place has been left to rot here.". As he was looking through the pages of one book he had pulled from the bookcase, his attention was pulled by Asahi making a large movement. He then took in the words Asahi had spoken. "ASAHI NO!" he shouted in worry. He watched in horror as Asahi took in a gulp from this dusty mystery glass bottle. "W-why?". He rushed towards his friend’s side. "You okay?". He looked concerned. He checked the notes Asahi handed over to him. "It’s… Not a language I speak. Maybe it’s just a code, in which case I could break it in a little bit. Well, depending on the complexity of it, but I doubt it’s anything above my capabilities. Are you… It doesn’t burn, does it? Do you recognize the taste? ASAHI! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?".

Yamato took a minute, and many breaths to calm himself down as long as Asahi seemed to be healthy. Reading through some of the writings that were written in languages he spoke, he was still coming across a lot of terms and special names that confused him. "Asahi? I believe these are… Spiritual in nature. Yokai? Do you know what that means? It also mentions ‘a great evil’? And a bunch of names I don’t understand. It talks about special sealing methods, using… The secret of the stone? Some of it is lost on me, I must admit.". Yamato hoped Asahi’s expertise would be able to clear up some of his confusions.

Post WC: 508
Total WC: 2283

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