The Foxes Hounding Around

Missions:

Hikari's day consisted of many avoidances of responsibilities. Even on a day like this looking at the list of missions she had signed up for, she would have preferred simply staying at home and relaxing and reading books. As much as a shut-in as she could be as a student at minimum. Thankfully her health had been improving more recently as she trained her body and mind more as a shinobi and thus was being pressured to graduate sooner rather than later from the academy. There was not much for her to look towards as her two tails fluttered behind her. She was a young kitsune within Kumogakure and as such her proceedings to accomplish missions were incentivized. It was a way to get out of the classroom as there had been a recent shift in policy that allowed students to undertake E-Rank missions thankfully to her desire. Some extra hands-on learning would not be harmful to the young kunoichi's development. With that it was a small list of competing in a sort of archery dual, then taking care of some babies, afterward handling some paperwork, eventually helping identify which shoes were the best impromptu weaponry, and lastly helping with a local tea ceremony of some sort. Was a simple day in retrospect but an occupied one at minimum. Adjusting her glasses she looked around trying to spot her sister, it would be easy to spot her from amongst the crowd of individuals.

WC: 243, TWC: 243 | TMWC: 243/2,500

On the other hand, Minami's day consisted of many tribulations of responsibilities. Ever since she managed to personally finance her enrollment into the academy, her quality of life has only marginally improved. At least, by a little bit. She successfully acquired a flat toward the outer rims of the slums where she resides, the place is cramped and messy, no larger than 500 square feet. It's not her ideal choice of housing, but it's affordable. The rent is cheap, and the location is convenient. The academy is a short walk away, and the market is just a block down. The only downside is the lack of privacy. She shares a wall with a family of four, and her neighbors are loud and obnoxious. They're always arguing and yelling at each other, and the walls are thin, so she can hear everything. On top of that, the building is poorly maintained. There's no air conditioning, and the electricity is unreliable. Sometimes the power goes out, and the water gets cut off.

Even if the conditions are subpar, the environment is still a step up from her previous living situation. She was homeless before, sleeping on the streets and scavenging for food. Now, she has a roof over her head and a bed to sleep in. It's a significant improvement. However, the stress and anxiety of everyday life are starting to take a toll on her mental health. She's constantly tired and stressed, and the pressure of keeping up with her studies is overwhelming. In addition, periods that should be designated for respite are lamentably replaced by undertakings to pay for her expenses. Today is no different. Her schedule is packed, and her workload is heavy. She has five missions to complete, a paper to write, and a test to study for.

With her morning routine coming to a close, she dons an opaque bodysuit that wraps around her heels, which expose them and her toes, and her hands clad in arm guards. Over the suit, she wears a Japanese double-turn, closed neck, golden blue, cotton scarf, and a navy blue, lotus-colored tabard trimmed by dim gold and fancy embroidery, indicating a modest place in the status quo. It's tied to her abdomen by a beautifully patterned, berry blue sash and a gold ring around her left-hand ring finger. From her bicep to knuckle and thigh to ankle, she wears silken gloves and stockings that form the other half of the jointless gap between her waist and shoulders. Threading through her long hair, she dextrously ties it into a ponytail and fluffs her cushion-like tails until they looked reasonably presentable. Not that she could maintain appearances all too well with the poor state she was in.

Double-checking her gear and equipment, she holds the edge of the shouji door to her room and slides it open, and closes it behind her. Exiting the dilapidated complex through the backdoor, she takes a moment to breathe in the fresh air and appreciate the view of the rising sun. It's a beautiful sight, one that fills her with hope and determination. With a newfound resolve, she heads toward the meeting place where she'll find her recently united sibling. Her younger sibling, in fact. One of the very few highlights of her year, the reunion between the two is a joyous occasion. Alas, if only under more favorable circumstances.

Minami succumbs to the shadows as they envelop her form and whisk her away through a network of pathways, transporting her across the village. Eventually, they release her from their clutches. Her body reforms, and she's standing before her beloved little sister, squatting down with an impish curl on her lips before she envelopes Hikari in her arms and buries her head between her prodigious bosom, snuffling and giggling like an adorable child. Her five tails shimmy, dance, and jostle fervently, and she squeezes her sister tighter. "Good morning, Nee-san!" She announces, lightly ruffling her autumn-touched hair with her hand before she releases the diminutive kitsune from her strong hold. "How goes the day? I recall you mentioning we have some missions to finish up before today's end?"


WC: 691
TWC: 691
TMWC: 934/2,500

While waiting and figuring out the best avenue for the two to proceed with the missions at large, Hikari's thoughts muddled her perception of the world around her as the giantess appeared and smothered her tiny sister. Muffled protests could be heard from her embrace as the young kitsune returned the hug while also vocalizing words of some manner though not audibly tangible for understanding. Once released and her breath returned to her body, Hikari adjusted her glasses flustered to a degree as her ears drooped a bit to the ruffling of her hair. "You could have announced yourself better next time!" She exclaimed once she fixed herself assessing the small list that had been crumpled from her older sister's vigorous hug. "Our list of missions is a handful of assorted daily tasks for the village to help out with Mina-chan." She said fixing the small sheet of paper so it could be read.

"First, a dexterity competition that would require a showcase of our precision. Appeasing an individual's ego is likely the rationale behind this one. Second, there is a need for assistive care and management of a daycare. Swaddling is important for the development growth of newborns and shinobi assistance has been requested for their ability to be in attendance at a graduation. Third, staff members of the Raikage need additional appendages to help maintain their organizational structure within the documentation of student affairs. Likely will be assisting per the details outline in directing inquisitive folks to preferred locations or aiding in the sorting procedure. Fourth, an older kunoichi is asking for fashion advice on the feasibility of improvisational weaponry through her footwear. Although our sizes vary, our difference in preference will likely be of great support for her decision. Fifth, there is a tea ceremony or party taking place that is in need of additional support staff. Should be simple beyond catering to the whims of the customers at large."

She rambled on of the five missions that were to take place. With the mental assessment between the two done by Hikari, the young kunoichi would then deposit her thoughts on the best method of approach to the missions. "As you are more physically inclined, I will support you in aiding in the first mission as you would be a better candidate to accomplish the task. With the second mission, we can tag team to help quell any undesired children issues at the daycare. Our tails can help with carrying and keeping them comfortable. The third mission will likely just be based on what the staff needs for our skillsets, they may separate us depending on needs. My thoughts have already been presented for the fourth mission, should there be any issues there I think the contractor would indicate such. Lastly, I think the issue would be to avoid our tails getting into patron's way of the event." With the thoughts laid out, Hikari awaited to see what Minami would add input-wise. The two although related, were massively contrasted in their physical appearance, and as Hikari spent most of her time in books, her way of speaking did not match the self-raised kitsune sister she had discovered recently upon her attendance at the Academy.

With the debrief settled and sorted out for them to undergo the missions at hand, Hikari would walk beside her giant sister and keep close to avoid being lost in any of the crowds of the village as they made their way to the first mission location, the training grounds. By giving the driver's wheel to Minami for this, Hikari was aware between the two of them, she was more physically inclined to combat and weaponry over herself from their natural talents. There was not much to do other than cheer her sister on and on occasion make supportive remarks on theoretical changes she could make to the decided method of contest her sister chose to compete in, helping her sister clench victory over the egotistical marksman. Cheering for her sister, Hikari did not pay much mind to the world around her through this portion of the mission as just spending some quality time with Minami was enough for her.

Moving onto the second of the five missions, Hikari took the lead in introduction as the daycare itself would pose a bit of a woe for her giantess of a sister as per what a kindergarten classroom would look like, not many furniture would easily accommodate Minami. The staff were quite shocked at the differential between the two and offered the beanbag that was from one side to the other, ever so slightly larger allowing from foot to ear a place to lay down even should the choice be made, but otherwise would make for the most flexible chair the daycare had to offer for the kitsune. Without much further thought or guidance, the staff members left the duo to take care of the kids. As Hikari helped swaddled a few and help Minami handle some of the more ambitious toddlers since they had more energy, there was much laughter to be had as the children were more interested in their tails than causing issues or problems. With the children tamed by the kitsune sisters through their own methods, Hikari ended up reading some books to help pass the time for the children, letting any who chose to play with Minami enjoy whatever her sister was choosing to help keep some of the children in line for staff to return. Once the staff returned, the two kitsunes would make their way to the third task.

For the staff attending to the administrative building of the village of Kumogakure it was a madhouse upon the day they had selected to undertake the mission. Multiple staff members were aiding in directing individuals to their respective offices that they were needing to go to for records and any of their village affairs to be addressed within the building. Eventually getting the attention of one of the staff members to indicate that they were students here to help, the attending looked at Hikari, splitting the difference in height as they turned up to look at Minami. There was much thought in the mind of the village official as they directed the duo to their respective tasks.

"Small one to the record keeper. He was just slammed with a pile half her height in the documentation that needs to be addressed today at at minimum organized for the workflow to not be stopped if someone bucks it up. Big one..." He said a small gulp as he realized a possible mistake in his phrasing but tried to press onward. "You will aid me in helping direct individuals to where they need to go for their meetings or otherwise appointments to handle their paperwork. Follow my lead and help me point out where they need to go. We're busy so keep up." He attempted to recover as his head was right below her bosom's level, a slight tinge of red freckled his cheeks.

Aiding the recordkeeper with their documentation, Hikari was able to sort through and organize in small batches to help expedite the man's work. Keeping silent, her thick-rimmed glasses helped her eyesight through the tedious documentation that was being dealt with by her. Given the time allotted for the duo to be of aid, Hikari's one-track mind when it came to such affairs was likely to be interrupted by Minami telling her they still had a few more missions to accomplish before the day's end. With a mostly organized pile for the recordkeeper to work with now, the individual ushered Hikari away saying she did enough to help them continue with the work without much further need of assistance.

Departing from the administration building it was time to go shoe shopping. With Hikari's simple footwear in tow alongside Minami's heels, the two were sure to be of aid to this damsel who was in distress over the functionality of footwear as weaponry. Upon arrival to the store in question to meet up, there were already shoes flying and hitting walls being tested out as throwing implements, the poor shopkeeper just trying her best to appease the woman's demands. Spotting the two kitsunes, she immediately starts going to town.

"The shoes I have are. Not. Good. Enough." She proclaimed grabbing the traditional shinobi footwear that was on top of a small footrest beside her. "I need something with jazz. Something with a glint to it too. Something to really do some damage when it's used. You girls must understand. It's not just protection. It's empowerment!" She declared as she quickly brought out an assortment of footwear for her to try on and utilize. Utterly clueless in her purple sage-like robes, Hikari deferred to Minami for thoughts on this one and how to best help the individual. Supporting from the side, Hikari felt this was for the best as she used it as an opportunity to learn more from her older sister including more of her tastes and personality in this kind of a situation. Before long Minami would be able to resolve the needs of the kunoichi and off they went for evening tea and crumpets.

At last, the evening affair of tea and crumpets was upon the duo as it was time to help serve and make sure all the guests were taken care of. Without delay or hesitation, Hikari took to helping organize and make sure plates were filled with the correct amounts and the assortment was maintained from the back of the house of the tea shop where the event was being held, leaving Minami to fend for herself on this part as there was a multitude of options to be of help to the affair as Hikari's hermit-tendency to get away from social situations seemed to be exasperated by the previous overzealous footwear shinobi. With the affair involving the tea ceremony taken care of and wrapped up on Hikari's side of affairs, she returned to meet back up with her older sister to check in with her on how her affairs went. There was much to discuss as they departed from the shop where the event was held. "How did you fair today, I am sure it has been quite enjoyable with us experience in learning more of what Kumogakure has to offer. I'm sure payment will help cover more of your needs Mina-chan. You know I am more than willing to provide aid in whatever ways I can, you just need to ask." She added still adjusting to the knowledge of having a sister who was vastly different than her.

Given some time to relax with her sister, it was not long before she needed to head back home herself. With the proceedings of the day taking the majority of the day, Hikari knew that her sister had much to work on. "Let me help make up for lost time. I can aid with studying if you wish Mina-chan." She offered to her sister as the sun aimed to descend in the next few hours. Should Minami take her up on the offer, Hikari would accompany her sister to work on her studies with her extended knowledge base to help make sure she could succeed. Should she decline, Hikari would understand as her sister's actions were her own to decide as she was about 10 years older than herself, as a full adult herself as well it was not uncommon for them to take their own actions as needed. With the sisters only recently discovering themselves, the bonding of working together on the missions was really a change of pace for the mostly frail young kitsune in Hikari. There was much to be appreciative of with the consideration of the missions they undertook as seeing her sister in action was super cool and fascinating for the bookworm kitsune with much to learn still as a student, and very likely something for her to seek graduation herself soon, as such her sister being older would also likely be seeking to ascend through the ranks of the shinobi of Kumogakure herself.

[Exit]

WC: 2,026, TWC: 2,269 | TMWC: 2,960/2,500

Mission Rewards:

WC Claims:

Approved

The white-haired vixen quietly chaffs when her tweaking ears hear the muffled protests of her younger siblings. In truth, although honesty is a contested character trait she possesses, she'd certainly call herself a liar if she neglected not to derive some amusement from Hikari's reaction. After all, the giddiness in her heart is undeniable, for who could blame her for such an abrupt entry when, not too long ago, it'd only recently come to her attention that she had a blood relative—well, a half-blood relative, although not that the thickness of it that runs in their veins matters—for at least the past decade! To simply resort to a greeting as stiff as a "hello" or likewise more conventionally appropriate mannerism would be a crime. And she wanted the Hikari to know wholeheartedly of this. While Hikari readjusts herself, Minami also mimics the motion, though she maintains the squatting position prior while she presses her knees, the palm of her left hand pressing against her cheek and the elbow resting upon her left knee. Her lips are ever-waggish as her tails continue to jostle and whip about themselves in a languid frenzy. Her right hand rests upon her lap, and her fingers drum a tune along her thigh.

"Sorry, sorry, it's hard not to when you leave yourself out in the open as you are. Almost as though you wanted to be smothered. But that's neither here nor there, is it?" She retorts, her eyes glimmering with mischief and her tone dripping with sarcasm. Her metallic gold irises draw toward the diminutive sheet of paper Hikari unfurls from her garbs.

The fox-eared woman's gaze lingers there, her lips pursed, and her attention rapt as her ears occasionally swish and flick between clauses and sentences. Although she finds Hikari's vernacular somewhat obfuscating, she more or less can synonymize and translate the majority of her monologue to understand the bigger picture of everything being explained. Thus far, each of the assignments Hikari lists off is more akin to menial labor than actual missions, and while the pay is decent enough, the whole thing feels like a waste of her time. Not that the money is a bad thing, especially given her current financial situation. Moreover, it doesn't take the white-haired kunoichi to find a silver lining in all of this, that being the opportunity to spend quality time with her newly found half-sister. By the time Hikari finalizes the details of the mission assignments and their plan of approach, Minami's tail is wagging excitedly, and she can't help but smile, nodding her head.

"I suppose that would be the most prudent course of action. And I certainly have no complaints about them, either. So, I'll follow your lead, Hika-chan, I'll have your back. Yours mine. And theirs, too." She gestures with the thumb of her left hand back toward her five tails, the appendages swaying and wriggling idly. With no further comments to be made and insights to be had, Minami, with Hikari in tow, navigates through the village complex to arrive at the Hidden Cloud's training grounds whereupon they undergo their first mission.

Minami's affinity for bukijutsu, although rudimentary, is sufficient enough to provide her an edge in the competition between herself and the ego-fueled marksman as she chooses from an assortment of weaponry consisting of shurikens, kunai, senbons, and a few blunt and bladed weapons. The match is a test of accuracy, dexterity, and precision, and over time, it seemed as though the marksman has the upper hand in the first couple of initial bouts—with her sister's guidance and reflection—Minami quickly applies theory into practice, adapting and improving her aim, technique, and form, and by the end of it, the two are evenly matched, the marksman's pride a little wounded, and his ego a little bruised. Although he never says it, Minami could tell the self-proclaimed title of "Greatest Marksman in the World" is arguably handed over to her, not that the moniker holds any weight besides a minor boost to her malleable self-esteem.

Next came the second task at hand. Returning to the village at large, the duo arrives at one of Kumo's daycares to tend to the needs and wants of the village children while the owners of the establishment, a couple, attend their child's ninja academy graduation. Upon their entry, the dimorphism quickly becomes apparent as the faculty members eye between the two and soon gather a sizeable beanbag that could reach from the soles of her feet to the tips of her ears. How they managed to procure one of this size remains a mystery, but nevertheless, is a gesture of goodwill that Minami appreciates. No sooner do the couple leave with the instructions left behind than two kits assist the remaining staff with swaddling and lulling the already miniature masses of hyperactivity. In contrast to Hikari's steady and methodical approach, Minami prefers to tend to the more rambunctious lot, giving them the attention and affection they seek and the discipline and reprimand they need with a loving yet firm hand.

It almost surprises Minami how well she handles them when one considers her upbringing. The self-imposed bias pitted against her being ill-fitted for such a task wavers against the spectacle before her as she watches a couple of them clutching to her fluffy tails and raising them high and low, their innocuous cackles and giggles like music to her ears. Perhaps, in spite of the overwhelming loneliness she'd forcefully been subjected to was also an opportunity for introspection into whether such a misery would project itself toward these bundles of joy who have a family that loves them and a home they can return to without fear that the world may swallow them whole.

She envies them, in a way, that they're so blessed to have all these things Minami had to live without. And in spite of this, in spite of her egregious form and size, their child-like innocence and non-judgmental nature give her pause. That, perhaps, within each of us, we may learn a thing or two from their curiosity and openness to the strange to bridge what alienates and divides us. Her eyes soften, and a smile curls her lips. As time passes, Minami alternates between the more energetic and the more subdued, the former receiving her full, undivided attention and the latter, a gentle pat and a warm embrace. By the time the couple returns, the daycare is quiet and the children are asleep, exhausted from the day's play.

The third task is a breeze, but the same can't be said for when they enter Kumogakure's administrative facility. It's pure pandaemonium inside and with how small the devices and paperwork are compared to her, Minami has to carefully navigate past not just the people and cubicles, but repeatedly duck her head and droop her ears past each doorframe they traverse through to avoid pumping her head. When Hikari eventually manages to grab the attention of one of the officials and divulge the reason for their being here, he discloses to them the duties that require their immediate assistance. Thankfully, the tasks themselves could hardly be called demanding when you find your eye in the storm of the movement around them. Hikari only needs to attend to the record keeper and organize any documents at his behest. When he finally addresses Minami, she smirks and raises an eyebrow when the man refers to her as the "big one" and makes an effort—although she doesn't show it—to not make a jest out of him for the slight hiccup in speech, but his brief silence and flush from his cheeks quenches any and all desires to further the notion before it gets out of hand.

Minami's end of the bargain was to simply direct where folks should go and assist the aforementioned man with other paperwork to organize and sort into their respective cabinets, files, and stations. Occasionally, the office official would glance up at her and watch her work, and every time he did, Minami would meet his gaze and grin, and he would look away, his face flushed. While she prefers being an eyesore more than eye candy to the general audience around her, the subtle, and sometimes not-so-subtle, stares and glances, and the occasional comment or two—while maintaining a professional air—was something she was used to and, admittedly, had grown accustomed to. The attention itself is tolerable at best, and the compliments, while appreciated, were not the main driving factor of why she enjoyed the momentary interactions. It was the fact that the people were talking to her, engaging with her, and acknowledging her existence, which was a feeling she had long since forgotten.

By the time the pair finishes their duties, the office is a little less chaotic, the workers are a little less stressed, and the office is a little more organized. When the pair departs the office, the next task is a no-brainer. At least, for Minami. The damsel-in-distress in question appears to be in want of their informed opinions for weaponized shoes to carry around on her person. When they arrive at the store—ducking beneath the entry's frame per usual—they're met with the sight of multiple shoes with hidden weaponry compartments between where the sole and the treads. The shopkeeper, in an attempt to quell the feminine customer's frustrations, turns to the duo who arrived and presents her dilemma with gusto. Minami taps her finger against her bottom lip and nods, her lips curl, and proceeds to wag her finger between each of the following clauses.

"Of course, of course. Protection and empowerment are the cornerstones of any proper kunoichi. It's an indispensable part of our profession and a key component to our survival, and if you're looking for a shoe that can accomplish both, then I have the perfect recommendation for you."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be, Miss...?"

"Ōtomo. Ōtomo Minami. Pleasure."

"Ōtomo, eh? Well, Ōtomo-san, please. Do share. What would you recommend?"

"Well before we get to that, I'll first need to know your shoe size and then the type of material you'd prefer. Would you happen to have those answers, Onee-san?"

"Yes, yes, I do. My shoe size is 13, and the material I'm looking for is something durable. I don't want the heel to break, the straps to snap, and the leather to rip. If you have anything like that, then I'd love to hear it."

"Mhmm... Yeah, I think I have something in mind that fits the description. Now, the shoes I'm thinking of are a bit unconventional, but I think you'll appreciate the design and utility they offer. And those shoes you have right there with ya? Those won't cut it for what you need. They either provide you with a total inadequacy in one department, or they're not strong enough to withstand the rigors of combat. The shoes I'm thinking of, however, are designed specifically for kunoichi and are crafted with your specs in mind. I'll be just a moment." She turns to face the shopkeeper and requests a pair of the Lightning Empress's Sandals. At first, the shopkeeper wondered whether such a thing existed, and if so, whether the stock for them remains. But, he makes the effort nonetheless to find them, and, lo' and behold, the sandals are found. The shoes themselves resemble a pair of dark-colored, low-heel sandals with a strap connecting the sides of the shoe. A thick, rectangular, metallic plate is situated at the back of the shoe, and the front is a thin, flexible, rubber-like material.

"Here. Try these."

"Alright, I'll give them a shot. But, if they don't fit, I'm not buying them."

"Trust me. They'll fit."

"We'll see about that."

With a snort and a chuckle, the older woman takes the sandals and begins to slip her feet into the shoes, and much to her surprise, the sandals are a perfect fit. Not a single centimeter of her feet is left uncovered, and the shoes are comfortable, even. However, the test of its edge and impact still remains to be seen. Removing one of the shoes from her feet, she hoists it up and feels around where the sole meets the fabric until she feels a hidden compartment at the heel press against her palm. With a gentle push, a razor-sharp edge protrudes from the back end of the sandal.

"Try pressing where the toes would be, too."

And so she does, pressing to reveal another razor-sharp edge that curves and coalesces to form a sharp point. Choosing to try the front end of the shoe, she poises herself before throwing it forward toward the makeshift dart board before her. The sandal hits dead center and sticks. She then tries with the other shoe, this time using the backward blade, angles herself, and throws, hitting the bullseye again.

"This is perfect! Yes. Yes. YES! These are the ones. I'll take 'em. Thank you so much, Ōtomo-san. I owe you my life."

"Don't sweat, just doing my part of empowering one gal to another. And besides, the pleasure's all mine."

"Thank you, Ōtomo-chan. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you. Now, I'm off to complete my mission. See you around."

"You bet. Have a safe trip and good luck."

"See ya, and thanks again."

After paying and acquiring a new set of shoes, the woman exits the store, the shopkeeper also thanks them in kind for resolving what would've been a prolonged and tiresome debate. The next task will be their last and a task Minami may have a difficult time adjusting for the occasion. The pair arrive at a personal festive and their duty is to attend to the guests' whims and supply them with drinks and delicacies to indulge. Hikari wastes no time in sorting out with makes sure their plates always have an assortment lined up for them to choose from and satiate their appetites. Thus, Minami decides to bring any of the servings required and where there's a conversation to be had, making an effort not to mind the glances and stares she receives for her unusual visage.

On occasion, she'll transition smoothly into an attempt when Hikari unwittingly involves herself with one of the patrons. It helps to know that she's had the fortune of meeting a colorful array of lives she's met during her upbringing, either for better or worse, it's given her social skills and intelligence a modicum of flexibility to easily navigate between each attendee. Soon, the fanfare subsides, and their end of the bargain is fulfilled as they wrap things up henceforth. Upon HIkari's approach and subsequent dialogue, she answers.

"Yeah, I mean, it wasn't bad. Just a lot of walking and talking, not much else. And yeah, the money should help cover my expenses for this month and what little's left, I could probably use to get myself some proper gear for once. Can only get away with makeshift tools for so long, after all..." She raises her arms above her head and stretches over each opposing shoulder, stifling a groan, feeling a low, satisfying "pop" from one of her joints. "And please, I wouldn't dare impose what issues I may have unto you if I can help it." It gives her thoughts a moment to pause for a second until she soon acknowledges, at this point in time, that she could very much make up for what time was lost that they could spend right now together. And considering she plans to graduate soon and hit the big leagues in the shinobi totem pole, it makes sense to kill two birds with one stone. If, at the very least as the elder sibling between the two, she can cement her resolve in protecting what little she has now to the best of her ability. Swallowing her pride, she continues. "But... I guess that's what family's for, right?... Alright, I'll bite."

From there Minami passes the hours with Hikari, indulging each other in a somewhat pseudo-teacher-student relationship that oftentimes corpses along the way when whatever barriers were in place when they first met come down. What follows is a discussion regarding the finer details of their respective abilities and the applications thereof before delving into theories and practices of the three core disciplines and other general studies. By the time the night comes and goes, the sun is already peaking over the horizon, and the sky is dyed a light blue before they share an exchange of farewells till the next time their paths cross. Today, was a good day, and while there's a lot for Minami to consider with many revelations brought upon her, she'll have plenty of time to sort those thoughts out later. For now, a well-deserved rest is in order.


WC: 2,809
TWC: 3,500
TMWC: 5,769/2,500


[EXIT THREAD]


Requesting approval for the following claims:

Claiming the following mission reward(s):

► Total Ryo Earned: +5,000 Ryo
► Total AP Earned: +25 AP

Investing 3,500 TWC into the following Skill(s):

► Training Clan Pureblood (+25 Speed) (3,000/3,000) [500 TWC Left]

Investing the remaining 500 TWC into the following Jutsu:

► Training Body Flicker  (500/500) [0 TWC Left]

Investing the 3,500 TWC into the following Stat Points:

► Training +25 Speed (-2,500) [1,000 TWC Left]
► Training +10 Vigor (-1,000) [0 TWC Left]

Minami wrote:Claiming the following mission reward(s):

► Total Ryo Earned: +5,000 Ryo
► Total AP Earned: +25 AP

Investing 3,500 TWC into the following Skill(s):

► Training Clan Pureblood (+25 Speed) (3,000/3,000) [500 TWC Left]

Investing the remaining 500 TWC into the following Jutsu:

► Training Body Flicker  (500/500) [0 TWC Left]

Investing the 3,500 TWC into the following Stat Points:

► Training +25 Speed (-2,500) [1,000 TWC Left]
► Training +10 Vigor (-1,000) [0 TWC Left]

Approved