Mystic Journey

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From the serene Land of Hot Springs, where the steam rose like whispers of comfort, Sakaiza had previously embarked on a journey veiled in shadows. Perched atop Momo's back, the winged lemur had carried his masked companion across the expanse of skies, their destination shrouded in mystery. Their flight took them over rugged landscapes and winding rivers, until finally, the silhouette of the Land of Shadows emerged in the distance. Below them, the land seemed to hold its secrets close, its darkness concealing untold truths and ancient legacies.

As they descended towards the heart of the shadowed realm, Sakaiza felt a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of his resolve. The mission ahead was unlike any he had undertaken before, its purpose obscured by cryptic whispers and enigmatic prophecies he had only witness in dreams while in the Land of Hot Springs. Their task led them to the island that once cradled the Village Hidden in the Abyss—a place now lost to time and tragedy. Although he was uncertain of what he might found, all he had foreseen was vague images of what appeared to be a place of worship. A temple of sorts, which always appeared to him as brilliant amongst a sea of rubble. The temple...that remained amidst the devastation, beckoned like a beacon of forgotten wisdom. It called to him, so much so that the thought of it could not escape Sakaiza's mind.

And in his dreams with each step he took towards the temple's sanctum, Sakaiza felt the weight of uncertainty pressing down upon him. What secrets lay buried within these ancient walls? What mysteries awaited him at the culmination of his journey? Momo, ever vigilant at his side, shared in his apprehension. Through their silent bond, he conveyed a sense of determination tempered with caution—a reminder that the path ahead was fraught with peril and possibility. Nevertheless as they stood before the temple's threshold, Sakaiza steeled himself for the trials that lay ahead. The whispers of the past echoed in the air, teasing him with fragments of forgotten lore and half-truths. Whatever awaited him within the sanctum, he knew that the answers he sought would only lead to more questions. But as his feet planted themselves into the weathered soil of the island, the memory of the dream faded and the reality of the situation set in. What lied before him was what appeared to be remnants of a society, a minor village perhaps; not build to withstand the test of time. And so all that remained was ruin, destruction, and overgrown vegetation. Nearly a jungle of sorts.

With a silent nod to his faithful companion, Sakaiza stepped forward, his resolve unyielding in the face of uncertainty. Together, they would unravel the mysteries of the Land of Shadows, their journey guided by the faint glimmer of truth that flickered amidst the shadows. As Sakaiza and Momo ventured further onto the island, the air grew heavy with the weight of centuries past. Ancient trees loomed overhead, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers grasping at the sky. Moss-covered ruins dotted the landscape, crumbling remnants of a civilization long forgotten.

With each step, Sakaiza felt the pull of something intangible, a whisper in the depths of his mind urging him onward. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, that unseen eyes followed their every move from the shadows. Momo's keen senses kept them alert to the dangers lurking in the undergrowth—the slither of unseen creatures, the rustle of leaves stirred by unseen winds. Yet, despite the eerie atmosphere, they pressed on, drawn inexorably towards the heart of the island.The ruins of the village whispered secrets of lives once lived, of dreams and aspirations lost to the passage of time. Sakaiza couldn't help but wonder what had led to the downfall of this once-thriving community, what cataclysmic event had reduced it to ruins. Momo chirped softly, breaking through his reverie, and Sakaiza turned to see her perched on a weathered stone, her amber eyes fixed on something in the distance. Following his gaze, he spotted a crumbling archway partially obscured by vines and moss. Without a word, they made their way towards the arch, Sakaiza's hand resting on the hilt of Bashosen, ready for whatever lay ahead. As they passed beneath the ancient structure, a chill ran down his spine, as though the very air itself held a sense of foreboding.

Beyond the archway, they entered a clearing where the ruins gave way to a sprawling courtyard, dominated by the imposing silhouette of the temple far off in the distance. But in the immediate surroundings, there was a labyrinth of ruins. The courtyard stretched out before them, bathed in the dappled light filtering through the canopy above. Broken columns lay scattered like fallen giants, their once-proud forms now weathered and worn by the passage of time. Vines snaked their way through the cracks in the stone, reclaiming the ruins inch by inch.

Sakaiza and Momo navigated their way through the maze of fallen debris, their footsteps echoing against the ancient stones. Everywhere they looked, there were signs of the village that once thrived here—the remnants of homes, the echoes of laughter and conversation carried on the wind. As they ventured deeper into the courtyard, they came upon a series of intricately carved statues, their features weathered but still discernible. Each one depicted figures from a bygone era, their faces frozen in expressions of reverence and awe. Momo leaped from the armor clad shoulder of Sakaiza and fluttered ahead, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. Sakaiza followed behind, his senses on high alert as they explored the ruins of the courtyard.

Amidst the rubble, they stumbled upon a small fountain, its waters still and stagnant. Moss clung to the edges of the basin, and the stone figures that once adorned its surface lay shattered at its base. Yet, despite its decrepit state, there was a sense of tranquility that lingered in the air—a reminder of the life that once flowed through these ancient stones. Further into the courtyard, they encountered what appeared to be the remnants of a marketplace, its stalls now little more than crumbling facades. Broken pottery littered the ground, and faded banners fluttered in the breeze, their colors muted by age. Sakaiza paused to examine a weathered sign that hung above one of the stalls, its inscription barely legible after what seemed like centuries of exposure to the elements. It spoke of goods and wares long forgotten but oddly familiar to the Shinkou, and of a bustling community brought low by forces beyond their control.

Momo recirculated his flight and landed back onto the shoulder of the swordsman, his sights now fixed on a cluster of ruins in the distance. With a silent nod, the pair pressed on, their curiosity driving them ever forward into the heart of the courtyard. As they approached the center of the ruins, they found themselves standing before a grand staircase. There were clear signs of chipping, faded paint, and small blows to the structural integrity of the stairs but for the most part they seemed in pristine condition considering their assumed age. Although cracked and worn, they still retained a sense of grandeur befitting their surroundings. And they were leading up to a temple above. Sakaiza glanced up at the temple looming overhead, a sense of reverence washing over him at the sight of its majestic form. It stood as a testament to the resilience of the people who had built it, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that now enveloped the island.

At the peak of the staircase, Sakaiza and Momo stood before the entrance to the temple, their gazes drawn upward to the structure looming above them. The exterior of the temple was a marvel of ancient architecture, its towering walls adorned with intricate carvings and symbols that spoke of a forgotten era. The stone was weathered and worn, yet still retained a sense of majesty. Tendrils of ivy snaked their way up the walls, adding a touch of wild beauty to the ancient ruins. At the top of the temple, a massive stone archway framed the entrance, its darkened depths beckoning like a portal to another world. As the Wretched man gazed up at the temple, memories of his dreams flooded his mind. He recalled the images that had haunted his nights in the Land of Hot Springs—the brilliant glow of the temple amidst a sea of rubble, the sense of purpose that had driven him forward even in the face of uncertainty. He wondered what significance the temple held for him, what secrets lay hidden within its hallowed halls. Was it merely a relic of a bygone era, or did it hold the key to unlocking the mysteries of his past? With each step closer to the entrance, Sakaiza felt a growing sense of anticipation, a longing to uncover the truth that lay buried within the temple's depths.

Meanwhile, Momo took flight, his wings carrying him in a graceful arc around the exterior of the temple. As he circled overhead, he scanned the surroundings with his keen senses, and amber eyes narrowing as he searched for any signs of life. Using his mental link with Momo, Sakaiza urged him to focus on detecting chakra signatures in their immediate proximity. He knew that the presence of other beings could signal potential dangers or allies, and he relied on Momo's keen instincts to keep them safe. With each pass around the temple, Momo's senses sharpened, his awareness expanding to encompass the entire area. He felt the faint hum of energy in the air, the subtle vibrations that indicated the presence of chakra signatures nearby but nothing more significant than wildlife. However the temple itself radiated a chakra signature so extreme that Sakaiza could even feel it with his own passive chakra sensory.

But as he scanned the exterior of the temple, he found no signs of superior life save for Sakaiza and himself. The surrounding forest was silent and still, as though holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come. As Momo completed his reconnaissance, he returned to Sakaiza's side, his wings folding neatly underneath his arms and his feet planted adjacent to the swordsman's. Through their mental link, he conveyed his findings to him, reassuring him that they were alone for now. And with a nod of gratitude, Sakaiza turned his attention back to the temple, steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead. Whatever mysteries awaited them within its hallowed halls, he was determined to uncover the truth and fulfill whatever destiny had been leading him here.

Together, they crossed the threshold into the dim interior of the temple, where shadows danced in the flickering light. The air was thick with the scent of age and decay, and Sakaiza's footsteps echoed hollowly against the stone floor. His heart pounded in his chest as he ventured further into the depths of the temple, guided by an unseen force pulling him ever onward. As Sakaiza and Momo passed through the entrance to the temple, they were immediately enveloped in a sense of awe and reverence. The interior of the temple was a testament to the cultural significance of the Shinkou clan, with every detail meticulously crafted to honor their heritage.

The walls were adorned with elaborate murals depicting scenes from the clan's history—legends of their origins, tales of valor and sacrifice, and the enduring bond between the Shinkou and Yuumei. Rich hues of crimson and indigo danced across the stone, illuminated by the soft glow of flickering torches that lined the corridors. In the center of the main chamber stood a towering statue of a figure shrouded in shadow, its features obscured by darkness. It was a representation of Yuumei, the enigmatic entity that had forged a symbiotic bond with the Shinkou clan for generations. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, its sweet aroma mingling with the faint echoes of whispered prayers. Sakaiza could feel the weight of centuries of history pressing down upon him, a reminder of the legacy he now carried as a member of the Shinkou clan.

As they explored the temple further, they came upon a series of chambers dedicated to the study and practice of Dark Release—the advanced element that distinguished the Shinkou clan as formidable shinobi. Each chamber was adorned with ancient scrolls and artifacts, their secrets guarded jealously by the shadows. In one corner of the temple, they discovered another small shrine dedicated to the Yuumei Vessel—a sacred relic that had been passed down through generations of Shinkou clan members. The vessel itself was a work of art, its surface adorned with intricate carvings that glimmered in the dim light.

Sakaiza approached the shrine with a mixture of reverence and curiosity, his fingers tracing the patterns etched into the surface of the vessel. He could feel the faint pulse of energy emanating from within, a reminder of the bond that connected him to Yuumei and the power it bestowed upon him. As Momo circled overhead, his keen senses attuned to the slightest disturbance, Sakaiza reflected on the dreams he had experienced in the Land of Hot Springs. He was drawn to this ethereal temple, its image haunting his nights with a sense of longing and purpose. Now that he stood within its hallowed halls, he felt a sense of clarity wash over him—a deep understanding of his place in the world and the role he was destined to play as a member of the Shinkou clan.

As Sakaiza and Momo continued their exploration of the temple, they came upon a chamber bathed in a soft, crimson light. The air thrummed with a subtle energy, as though the very walls of the temple pulsed with a life of their own. In the center of the chamber stood a magnificent statue, carved from the same dark stone as the rest of the temple. The statue depicted a figure with its eyes closed, its hands held out in a gesture of supplication. Its features were chiseled with such precision that it seemed almost lifelike, as though it might awaken from its stone slumber at any moment. Around the statue's feet lay offerings—a scattering of flowers and herbs, tokens of reverence left by those who had come before. Sakaiza approached the statue with a sense of reverence, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor. He couldn't help but feel a strange pull, a magnetic attraction that drew him closer with each step. His Meigan, the Noukon versions, stirred within him, their crimson irises glowing with an intensity that matched the statue's own.

As he drew nearer, Sakaiza felt a surge of power coursing through him, a sensation that seemed to resonate deep within his soul. It was as though the statue held the key to unlocking his true potential, a gateway to a realm of possibilities beyond his wildest imagination. With a trembling hand, Sakaiza reached out to touch the statue, his fingers tracing the intricate lines of its features. As his skin made contact with the cool stone, he felt a jolt of energy shoot through him, as though he had completed a circuit that had lain dormant for centuries. And then, in an instant, it happened. His Meigans activated, their crimson irises blazing with an otherworldly light that illuminated the chamber in a warm, crimson glow. Sakaiza could feel the power surging through him, a primal force that threatened to consume him whole. But instead of fear, Sakaiza felt a sense of calm wash over him, a reassurance that he was exactly where he was meant to be. With his Meigan synchronized with the statue, he felt as though he were one with the very essence of the temple itself, connected to its secrets in ways he could only begin to fathom.

And as his Meigan pulsed with newfound energy, a pathway was revealed before him—a hidden passage leading deeper into the temple's labyrinthine depths. The walls of the passage were lined with ancient runes and symbols, their meanings lost to the passage of time. Sakaiza paused at the threshold of the passage, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. He knew that this pathway would lead him to answers—answers about his past, his present, and his future. It was a journey into the unknown, a leap of faith into the depths of his own destiny. But even as he pondered these mysteries, Sakaiza couldn't shake the feeling that he was exactly where he was meant to be. His transition from being a member of the Hyuuga clan to a member of the Shinkou clan had irrevocably changed him, shaping him into the person he was today. 

He had embraced the darkness within him, accepted the power of his Meigan, and forged a connection with Yuumei that transcended mere bloodlines. And now, as he stood on the threshold of a new chapter in his journey, Sakaiza knew that he was ready to face the next steps. With a sense of purpose burning bright within him, Sakaiza stepped forward, his Meigan guiding him along the pathway as he ventured deeper into the heart of the temple. And as he disappeared into the shadows along with Momo, the echoes of his footsteps fading into the darkness, he knew that his destiny awaited him on the other side.

As Sakaiza and Momo traversed the hidden passageway revealed by the synchronized activation of his Meigan and the statue, they entered into the heart of the temple—the sanctum. The air in the sanctum felt charged with ancient energy, as though the very essence of Yuumei permeated the air itself. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings and symbols, depicting scenes of the Shinkou clan's history and their connection to Yuumei. The sanctum was bathed in a soft, ethereal light that seemed to emanate from the very walls themselves. The floor was polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the faint glow of torches set into sconces along the walls. At the center of the sanctum stood a pedestal, upon which rested a single, unadorned stone tablet.

As Sakaiza and Momo approached the pedestal, a sense of unease washed over them. It was clear that this was the focal point of the sanctum, the place where a ritual would take place. But what exactly the ritual entailed remained a mystery—one that Sakaiza knew he must unravel if he hoped to unlock the true power of his Meigan.

Drawing upon his memories of the temple's murals and carvings, Sakaiza began to piece together the clues scattered throughout the sanctum. He recalled the images of figures communing with the heart of Yuumei, their eyes alight with a deep inner fire. He remembered the symbols etched into the walls, their meanings obscured by the passage of time.

As he studied the stone tablet before him, Sakaiza realized that it held the key to unlocking the secrets of the ritual. Carved into its surface were a series of inscriptions, each one a puzzle waiting to be solved. With a furrowed brow, Sakaiza began to decipher the symbols, his mind racing with possibilities. With each passing moment, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. Sakaiza realized that the ritual required him to attune himself to the essence of Yuumei, to open himself up to its influence and allow its power to flow through him. But to do so, he would need to tap into the deepest recesses of his own being, to confront the darkness within and emerge stronger for it. With a deep breath, Sakaiza closed his eyes and focused his thoughts, reaching out to the heart of Yuumei with every fiber of his being. He felt a surge of energy coursing through him, a primal force that pulsed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. 

As Sakaiza stood in the sanctum, preparing to confront the darkness within him, memories of his past flooded his mind like a torrential downpour and almost seemed to inhabit the physical surroundings around him. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be consumed by the memories, reliving the pain and anguish that had haunted him for so long. He saw the faces of his loved ones, the people of Old Sunagakure, their lives torn apart by the merciless onslaught of invading forces from rival villages. He remembered the chaos and destruction that had engulfed his home, the screams of the innocent echoing in his ears like a never-ending lament. But amidst the chaos, Sakaiza felt something else—a gnawing sense of guilt that twisted like a knife in his gut. He partially blamed himself for the fall of Old Sunagakure, for his own failure to protect the village and its people. He had been powerless to stop the destruction, barely escaping with his life intact.

In the aftermath of the tragedy, Sakaiza had turned his back on the ruins of Old Sunagakure, wandering the desert wastes as a vagabond with no home to call his own. It was during this time of aimless wandering that he had encountered the members of the Shinkou clan, who had welcomed him into their fold with open arms. The initiation ceremony had been a blur—a haze of incense and chanting, of pain and rebirth. When Sakaiza emerged from the ceremony, he had been stripped of his Hyuuga bloodline, his past washed clean as though it had never existed. In its place, he had been reborn as a member of the Shinkou clan, bound by blood and destiny to the enigmatic entity known as Yuumei. But even as Sakaiza embraced his new identity, he could feel the darkness within him growing stronger with each passing day. It whispered to him in the quiet moments, tempting him with promises of power and revenge. It fed upon his guilt and his anger, twisting his thoughts and desires until he could barely recognize himself. As he stood in the sanctum, Sakaiza knew that he could no longer ignore the darkness within him. He had to face it head-on, to face his inner demons and emerge stronger for the struggle.

With a deep breath, Sakaiza opened his eyes and focused his thoughts, reaching out to the darkness within him with a newfound determination. He could feel its presence stirring, a malevolent force that threatened to overwhelm him with its sheer power. But instead of succumbing to the darkness, Sakaiza stood his ground, steeling himself against its onslaught. He drew upon his memories of Old Sunagakure, using the pain and anguish of the past to fuel his resolve. With a cry of defiance, Sakaiza confronted the darkness within him, channeling his own chakra into the struggle. He felt the darkness recoil, its grip weakening as he pushed back against its influence with all his strength. And then, in a blinding flash of light, the darkness shattered like glass, dispersing into the ether like mist in the wind. In its place stood a figure—a being of pure energy and light, its form shifting and shimmering like a mirage.

It was Yuumei, the enigmatic spirit that had been both his greatest adversary and his greatest ally. But instead of the malevolent presence he had feared, Sakaiza sensed a profound sense of respect and understanding emanating from the spirit. In that moment, Sakaiza and Yuumei reached a silent accord—a mutual acknowledgment of their shared past and their intertwined destinies. With a nod of gratitude, Sakaiza turned his gaze to the stone tablet before him, ready to complete the ritual and unlock the true power of his Meigans. As he traced the final symbol on the tablet, a surge of energy washed over him, filling him with a sense of purpose and clarity. And as the light faded and the sanctum fell silent once more, Sakaiza knew that he had succeeded in mastering the darkness within him, and had forged a bond with Yuumei that would transcend time and space.

And as he surrendered himself to the power of the ritual, he felt a profound sense of peace wash over him, as though he had finally found his true purpose in life. Slowly, the symbols on the stone tablet began to glow with an otherworldly light, and in that moment, Sakaiza felt a shift within himself, a transformation that transcended the physical and touched the very core of his being.

As Sakaiza emerged from the sanctum, the weight of his newfound power and knowledge hung heavy upon his shoulders. The journey through the temple had been nothing short of transformative, revealing secrets and unlocking mysteries that had long been hidden from him. As he walked towards the exit, his mind buzzed with thoughts and reflections on all that he had learned. Beside him, Momo fluttered silently, her presence a comforting reminder of the bond they shared. Through their telepathic connection, they exchanged silent words, their thoughts intertwining like threads in a tapestry of shared experience.

"Sakaiza, that was incredible," Momo's voice echoed in his mind, his tone filled with awe and admiration. "You truly mastered the darkness within you."

Sakaiza nodded, a sense of pride swelling within him at Momo's words. "It was a journey fraught with challenges, but I knew I had to confront the darkness within me if I ever hoped to unlock the true power of my Meigan."

As they walked, Sakaiza took the time to closely examine some of the scrolls he had found within the temple. These scrolls contained ancient Shinkou clan jutsu, techniques passed down through the generations that had been all but forgotten. He carefully unrolled each scroll, studying the intricate seals and symbols inscribed upon them with a keen eye. The jutsu contained within the scrolls were unlike anything Sakaiza had ever seen before, their power and complexity hinting at the true extent of the Shinkou clan's mastery over the darkness. With a sense of reverence, he selected a few scrolls to take with him, knowing that they would be invaluable assets in the battles to come. But even as he examined the scrolls, Sakaiza's thoughts were drawn back to the revelations he had uncovered within the sanctum. The connection between the Shinkou clan and Yuumei ran deeper than he had ever imagined, their destinies intertwined in ways that defied comprehension. He had glimpsed the true potential of his bloodline, the power that lay dormant within him waiting to be unleashed.

With that power, however, came responsibility, and Sakaiza knew that he could not afford to rest on his laurels. There were still challenges ahead, trials to be faced and adversaries to overcome. The journey of a Meigan holder was never truly over—it was a path of constant growth and evolution.

"I believe our next step is to return to this place again sometime in the future," Sakaiza mused, his thoughts turning to the future. "There is still much more to learn about Yuumei and the true nature of our connection to it. And who knows what other secrets the temple may hold? However for now I need some time to reflect, and perhaps a journey back to the Land of Hot Springs will make things more clear to me."

Momo nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I'm with you every step of the way, Sakaiza. Together, we'll uncover the mysteries of our bloodline and forge our own destiny. Though it will be good to check in on that cultist and woman we met..."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Sakaiza and Momo continued their journey, their hearts filled with determination and a sense of adventure. As they left the temple behind, they knew that their path was clear—their destiny awaited them, and they were ready to embrace it with open arms. And with the scrolls of ancient Shinkou clan jutsu tucked safely away, they were more prepared than ever to face the long departure from the temple.

As Sakaiza and Momo departed from the temple, they retraced their steps through the sprawling courtyard and labyrinth of ruins. The once-mysterious passageways now felt familiar, as though they had always been a part of Sakaiza's journey. He glanced back at the towering structure of the temple, its silhouette illuminated against the darkening sky, and felt a pang of bittersweet nostalgia. The path through the overgrown vegetation was no less challenging on their return journey, but Sakaiza navigated it with newfound confidence. The rustling of leaves and the chirping of nocturnal creatures filled the air as they pushed onward, the sound of their footsteps mingling with the distant rumble of thunder.

As night descended upon the Land of Shadows, the sky overhead grew darker, heavy clouds swirling ominously overhead. Lightning flickered in the distance, illuminating the landscape in brief, stark flashes of light. The air was charged with electricity, the tension palpable as the storm drew closer. Despite the looming threat of the oncoming tempest, Sakaiza pressed on, his determination unwavering. With each step, he drew closer to the place where they had landed outside the village, the memory of their arrival now a distant echo in his mind. As they emerged from the dense vegetation, the village lay before them, shrouded in darkness and silence. The wind howled mournfully through the empty streets, carrying with it the scent of rain and impending doom. Sakaiza felt a shiver run down his spine, a premonition of the trials that lay ahead.

But he refused to be deterred by the ominous portents of the storm. With Momo by his side, he stood tall in the face of adversity, ready to confront whatever challenges awaited him. For he knew that true strength lay not in avoiding the storm, but in weathering it with courage and resilience. As they took their first steps back into the village, the first drops of rain began to fall, the sound of their patter echoing in the stillness of the night. But Sakaiza paid them no mind, his gaze fixed firmly on the horizon, his heart filled with determination and a fierce resolve to see his journey through to its end. And with Momo at his side, he knew that no storm could ever truly break his spirit.

WC = 5067
- Exit from thread and to the borders - 

Mission Completion Rewards:
- 15,000 Ryo, 75 AP; Converting AP to Ryo - 75*50 = 3750 Ryo
- Chunin Bonus of 2000 Ryo
- Total Ryo Claimed = 20,750
- Unlocked the Meigan stage 3

Logging Milestone Rewards Eligibility, Will Claim on Stat Page:
- Professional Ninja - 1x S Rank Jutsu Scroll
- Who Needs a Map? - 1x Travel Token
- Stacks on Stacks - 1x Sakura Corps Loyalty Coupon
- Fine, I'll Do it Myself - 1x Dragon's Dice

WC Claims: All to Momo (No Discount)
- 1700 Words to training Momo's stats (+17;233 Total Stats to 250 Total Stats; 43 -> 60 Speed)
- 2500 Words to Chakra Scalpel for Momo (A, 2500/2500)

WC Claims: All to Momo (Max Stat Discount, 2500 WC Remaining)
- 90 Words to Iryojutsu Amplifier for Momo (C->B) rest trained here
- 750 Words to Healer's Reach for Momo (B -> A)
- 1312.5 Words to Hellish Breath for Momo
- Discarding remainder of WC

Sakaiza wrote:
WC = 5067
- Exit from thread and to the borders - 

Mission Completion Rewards:
- 15,000 Ryo, 75 AP; Converting AP to Ryo - 75*50 = 3750 Ryo
- Chunin Bonus of 2000 Ryo
- Total Ryo Claimed = 20,750
- Unlocked the Meigan stage 3

Logging Milestone Rewards Eligibility, Will Claim on Stat Page:
- Professional Ninja - 1x S Rank Jutsu Scroll
- Who Needs a Map? - 1x Travel Token
- Stacks on Stacks - 1x Sakura Corps Loyalty Coupon
- Fine, I'll Do it Myself - 1x Dragon's Dice

WC Claims: All to Momo (No Discount)
- 1700 Words to training Momo's stats (+17;233 Total Stats to 250 Total Stats; 43 -> 60 Speed)
- 2500 Words to Chakra Scalpel for Momo (A, 2500/2500)

WC Claims: All to Momo (Max Stat Discount, 2500 WC Remaining)
- 90 Words to Iryojutsu Amplifier for Momo (C->B) rest trained here
- 750 Words to Healer's Reach for Momo (B -> A)
- 1312.5 Words to Hellish Breath for Momo
- Discarding remainder of WC

Approved! おめでとう！

Footnote: In the future, make sure to formally write your claim of Milestone Rewards on your PC's stats page and submit them for review thereafter.