Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
Kurui Yuurei and Airi Awai
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Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
Mission ID: JV-27-B
Rank: D (Risk of escalation to C)
Classification: Joint Genin Mission
Participating Villages: Konohagakure & Kumogakure
Assigned Operatives:
• Kurui Yuurei – Genin of Kumogakure
— A mad scientist in the making; composed, courteous, and clinically curious. Specializes in toxins and experimental poisons. This mission aligns closely with her personal research goals.
• Airi Awai – Genin of Konohagakure
— Shy, emotionally awkward, and socially inexperienced. Selected at random. Despite reservations, she is determined to carry out her duty and grow through the challenge.
Primary Objective:
Locate and retrieve one (1) living specimen of the legendary flora known as the Crimson Whisper.
Location: Watabe Mountains – Grief Ridge
Botanical Profile:
• Grows along misted cliff faces
• Rare, chakra-reactive bloom with a 7-year cycle
• Known to emit subtle chakra pulses inducing mild hallucinations
Hazards & Warnings:
• Unstable terrain and fog banks that disrupt visibility and perception
• Local wildlife possibly mutated by chakra exposure
• Rogue elements or rival village agents may seek the bloom
• Direct chakra usage near the flower is discouraged
Notes:
• Mission is a test of cooperation between two Genin from different nations
• Retrieval must be clean—no secondary samples are permitted under treaty
• Sample is to be transported to a joint outpost and monitored under seal
"Let them tread carefully—for the mountain listens, and the bloom remembers."
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Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
Kurui read the mission scroll once. Then again. Then a third time, slower, her eyes tracing each word like it was a line of scripture carved into flesh.
The flickering gaslight above her cast long shadows across the walls of her makeshift laboratory—deep within one of Kumogakure’s lesser-used cliffside tunnels. Strange specimens floated in jars. Notes scrawled on human skin substitutes curled along the floor like discarded poetry. In the center of it all stood Kurui, utterly still except for the slow, tremulous curling of her lips into a smile.
Crimson Whisper, she murmured, the name blooming across her tongue like something sacred. How romantic.
She gently rolled the scroll closed, but not before tapping a single black-painted nail against the description of the bloom: chakra-reactive, hallucinogenic, and known to flower only once every seven years. It fed on chakra presence. It was said to "respond emotionally" to those who sought it.
Oh, she whispered, her voice soaked in delight. We’ll get along wonderfully.
Her face markings shifted as if by reflex—two lines straight under her eyes like upside down exclamation marks. Today, they meant excitement. Dangerous, pure excitement.
Kurui moved with grace, crossing the lab to her dressing mirror. Her kimonos hung like dead crows on hooks beside it—torn, asymmetrical, layered in black and muted violets. She chose one with a blood-colored sash and a pattern that resembled withering sakura petals. Beneath it, she slipped on tight shorts, a belt of vials, and a thin chakra-resistant mesh. She took extra time ensuring her tools were in order: syringes, scalpels, binding tags, sedatives, and three preservation jars carved with sealing runes.
One more glance at the scroll. One more whisper of glee.
She would be traveling to the Watabe Mountains. Grief Ridge, specifically—an area marked as unstable and chakra-heavy. She could almost taste the toxicity of the mist through the paper. It was perfect. Alive. And not yet studied by her hands. The only caveat—the part that twisted her grin into something wry—was the addition of a second name. Airi.
A genin from Konohagakure. Not a shinobi she knew. Likely shy. Likely ordinary. Definitely a hindrance. Kurui turned, hair falling over her shoulder in cotton candy strands of blue and pink. Her eyes flickered in color, shifting to a bright pink. She had less than a day to prepare. Less than a day until she would meet the flower.
And her new companion.
She slipped the scroll into a narrow case and placed it against her chest, beneath her robes. It beat there like a second heart. The anticipation of discovery, of data and danger, made her breath catch. A sensation close to love.
Kurui walked out of her lab and into the pale light of morning. For the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel like experimenting on herself. There was something better waiting. Something blooming. And she would be the first to touch it.
The flickering gaslight above her cast long shadows across the walls of her makeshift laboratory—deep within one of Kumogakure’s lesser-used cliffside tunnels. Strange specimens floated in jars. Notes scrawled on human skin substitutes curled along the floor like discarded poetry. In the center of it all stood Kurui, utterly still except for the slow, tremulous curling of her lips into a smile.
Crimson Whisper, she murmured, the name blooming across her tongue like something sacred. How romantic.
She gently rolled the scroll closed, but not before tapping a single black-painted nail against the description of the bloom: chakra-reactive, hallucinogenic, and known to flower only once every seven years. It fed on chakra presence. It was said to "respond emotionally" to those who sought it.
Oh, she whispered, her voice soaked in delight. We’ll get along wonderfully.
Her face markings shifted as if by reflex—two lines straight under her eyes like upside down exclamation marks. Today, they meant excitement. Dangerous, pure excitement.
Kurui moved with grace, crossing the lab to her dressing mirror. Her kimonos hung like dead crows on hooks beside it—torn, asymmetrical, layered in black and muted violets. She chose one with a blood-colored sash and a pattern that resembled withering sakura petals. Beneath it, she slipped on tight shorts, a belt of vials, and a thin chakra-resistant mesh. She took extra time ensuring her tools were in order: syringes, scalpels, binding tags, sedatives, and three preservation jars carved with sealing runes.
One more glance at the scroll. One more whisper of glee.
She would be traveling to the Watabe Mountains. Grief Ridge, specifically—an area marked as unstable and chakra-heavy. She could almost taste the toxicity of the mist through the paper. It was perfect. Alive. And not yet studied by her hands. The only caveat—the part that twisted her grin into something wry—was the addition of a second name. Airi.
A genin from Konohagakure. Not a shinobi she knew. Likely shy. Likely ordinary. Definitely a hindrance. Kurui turned, hair falling over her shoulder in cotton candy strands of blue and pink. Her eyes flickered in color, shifting to a bright pink. She had less than a day to prepare. Less than a day until she would meet the flower.
And her new companion.
She slipped the scroll into a narrow case and placed it against her chest, beneath her robes. It beat there like a second heart. The anticipation of discovery, of data and danger, made her breath catch. A sensation close to love.
Kurui walked out of her lab and into the pale light of morning. For the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel like experimenting on herself. There was something better waiting. Something blooming. And she would be the first to touch it.
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Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
Airi Aiwa13 Years Old
Genin of Konoha
The alarm clock went off, blaring it's awakening klaxxon, warning her to arise for a new day. She gently moved her hand towards the alarm clock to turn off the alarm function as she laid in bed, her fingers and face the only parts of her body exposed to her room. Her fingers curled over the hem of the comforter as her heart beat like a war drum. Thud-ump, thud-ump, thud-ump went her heart, causing adrenaline to flow through her veins. She didn't need anything to pick her up in the morning with her blood quickly circulating through her body and the thoughts of the kind of person her partner was. She began to gnaw on her lower lip for a moment before a knock could be heard from the door.
"Airi. I know you're just laying in bed, but you really need to get up and get ready for your mission. Wouldn't want to make a bad impression, do you? It's with a foreign kid, right? Wouldn't want them thinking you're a weak witch, do you? Maybe you should get up and get ready to show the 'Children of the Clouds' the might and discipline of the Witch of Konohagakure. How does that sound?" the muffled voice of her father spoke out through the door. She felt called out, knowing full well she was up the entire time out of nerves. "Yes, My Liege King. I will awaken henceforth," she said before the sound of her father snickering could be heard.
"Your breakfast is already ready, so come downstairs to refill your mana, alright?" he said before the sound of his dull footsteps could be heard growing fainter and fainter as his walked down the stairs. Airi turned to the relatively large teddy bear upon her bed, it's nose eroded and it's fur patchy. It was her childhood teddy which she called, 'Sir Bearington of Bearmont'. "Wish me luck, Sir Bearington of Bearmont. I might need it. I don't know if my partner today will be a knight in shining armor or a rogue. Let's hope he is a good looking knight that'll protect the darling witch, hm?" she asked with a big radiant smile towards the bear. Of course it didn't respond, but her mind filled in the blanks for her.
She had gotten up and started to get dressed in her usual outfit. One day she will grow and this outfit of hers will like very different when she finally fills in. She stood in front of her mirror and posed in front of it, imagining herself with larger proportions. "I'll probably need to ask His Liege King to get me a bigger version of this, one with bigger proportions. I can't really stay this size forever, right?" she asked, eyeballing her chest with a bit of a grumble. She had image issues and the fact that her mother, one that she referred to as the Wicked Queen, had great proportions also horrified her. She was told on several occasions that she was the spitting image of her mother, which was something that horrified her. She loved her mother and she hated her mother for the things she did to her. But it was inevitable that she would also inherit her appearance and probably even her proportions, so this outfit would look very different on her when she does start to fill it out.
She had finished putting everything on and went downstairs and ate her breakfast with her father. "Hey, um, My Liege King. Once I get back from this mission. May I ask a selfish request?" she asked, her voice growing smaller as she lowered her eyes down to the oatmeal, eggs, and sausage on her plate. Small proportions due to her small size.
"What is it, honey.. I mean, what is it my Witch?" her father said, correcting himself to address her how she wished. "Well, i was hoping that you could, one day, properly teach me how to use these spells? I went to the training ground the other day and I kinda embarrassed myself in front of a Hill Giant. I didn't know how to control any of my spells and even caught myself in them. So, maybe, if it isn't too difficult to ask?" she asked, her voice getting smaller and smaller the more she asked.
He lowered his newspaper and stared at her from over the bent over newspaper with a broad smile. "Of course. I thought you'd never ask. Sure, after you get back from your mission, we can do some proper training. It won't be easy and you might even cry, but I'm sure the rising star will be up for the challenge," he said with a little smile before standing up and walked around the table to kiss her upon the top of the head. "Now be safe and try to enjoy yourself at your mission today, alright? Remember that you're a representative of Konohagakure, so don't act rude and just be yourself alright? Be your true self and I'm sure everyone will like you, I'm quite sure of it," he said before sitting back in his seat and grabbed his newspaper and coffee. With a little shake of the newspaper, it stood up straight. "Now get out there and kick some butt."
Airi's Theme #3
I Will Shine Brighter than the Sun She let out a small smile and started to eat her food, excited over the prospect of finally doing some actual training and that her father would take time out of his busy schedule to teach her, the Rising Star and soon to be Strongest Witch of Konoha, the actual usage of Light Jutsu. Something she felt she dearly needed. Control over her own jutsu and not have the jutsu control her. That was the wise words of a Hill Giant. Or was he a minotaur? She hadn't really decided yet. She finished her food, wiped her hands and mouth and started to run out the door, her twintails flowing behind her.
"Bye, My Liege King! I'll be back whenever!" she said before opening the door and running towards the meeting point. She had a bright and radiant smile upon her face, ignoring the people she would normally greet, the ones who would smile politely to her and sneer as she passed by. She didn't have the time nor energy to pay them any attention. As she ran, she stopped completely before patting herself down. With an over-exaggerated slouch, she turned around and ran back home. She opened the door, ran to her room, grabbed the scroll, and ran back out the door, retracing her steps. Some of the usuals she would pass by snickered, This wasn't the first time Airi forgot her mission scroll and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
Airi didn't have a great memory so she had to, often, bring her mission scrolls with her so she could keep tabs on the objectives. As she ran, her pouch upon her back bounced up and down, rattling the items held within and the pouches upon her thighs jingled like deadly wind chimes, holding her assortment of ranged weaponry that she was actually really bad at using. She ran until going to the meeting place where she could be seen, slouched over and huffing and puffing.
"I seriously ran... all... the way... here... without... stopping," she said, huffing and puffing in pure pain. Her muscles burned, sweat pouring off of her exposed shoulders and face. Even the scroll she was bear-clawing had gotten soaked from her sweat. After catching her breath, she opened up the scroll to see some of the writing smudged upon it, but it was still good enough to read. "Crimson... crimson. What is that word?" she asked. "Crimson," she said narrowing her eyes as her sweat had smudged out the Whisper word.
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Total Word Count: 1498 [1 Post]
Scoring: 149.8 + 10 = 159.8 [11 pts]
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Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
Airi arrived two minutes early. Kurui had already been there for ten. Kurui stood and observed Airi for a moment, analyzing, categorizing, and judging her.
Subject: Airi.
Village: Konohagakure.
Age: Appears to be 12-13
Classification: Not yet known.
Red eyes. Not just crimson they are striking, nearly jewel-toned. Heterochromia, barely perceptible, only visible with direct focus. That was… intriguing. A variant most wouldn't catch.
Kurui smiled faintly. She did.
Hair: excessively long. Impractically long. Bound in twin-tails with asymmetry in the bangs. Style deliberate. Partially obstructing the left eye. Intentional concealment? Or aesthetic preference? Difficult to say at a glance. Clips shaped like cat ears—childish, whimsical. A personality marker or false flag?
Her clothing was… dense. Belts, buckles, corset structure. Leather. Not standard shinobi attire. Likely self-altered. Gothic Lolita influence, mixed with mild rebellion. Not just fashion—armor of presentation. Intent: draw attention while shielding the core. Impractical for a shinobi where stealth is necessary.
Kurui’s gaze flicked to the mole beneath her left eye.
Natural. Unhidden. A facial marker—innocent, soft. Most would find it cute. Interesting contrast to the lip ring. Small. Subtle. Blink and you’d miss it.
She was petite, yes, but not frail. The boots gave the illusion of height she did not possess. Her posture leaned forward slightly—not slouched, but hesitant. Her fingers twitched once near the hem of her sleeve. Nervous energy, likely baseline behavior.
Kurui mentally catalogued every detail like puzzle pieces she had yet to connect.
Conclusion (initial):
Visually distinct. Carefully crafted appearance.
Contrasts present: softness versus edge. Childlike elements paired with mature aesthetic choices.
Behavior: mild discomfort in posture, no overt defensive body language.
A shy creature, perhaps. But not one trying to disappear. She wants to be seen. Just… not understood.
Kurui stepped into view, her cotton candy-colored hair catching the rising light, face composed in her usual porcelain-sweet smile. She didn’t speak right away—only offered a graceful nod in greeting. Her eyes never left Airi’s.
This one would be interesting.
Not for her strength. Not for her skill.
But because she was a contradiction wrapped in leather and lace.
Whisper. I believe that is the word you are looking for.Kurui finally broke her silence, a false sweetness in her voice. She stood next to Airi, who had been too focused on the scroll and the huffing and puffing to notice quiet Kurui. Am I correct in assuming you are Airi Awai?Of course she was correct. It would have been impossible for her not to be. Still, it was polite... so she was told. I am Kurui Yuurei, from Kumogakure. I am here to accompany you on the collection mission. I look forward to finally collecting a sample of this fascinating plant. she held a hand out Airi, a gesture of politeness though if Airi were to actually shake it, she would find Kurui's grip to be limb and the shake to be short-lived.
Subject: Airi.
Village: Konohagakure.
Age: Appears to be 12-13
Classification: Not yet known.
Red eyes. Not just crimson they are striking, nearly jewel-toned. Heterochromia, barely perceptible, only visible with direct focus. That was… intriguing. A variant most wouldn't catch.
Kurui smiled faintly. She did.
Hair: excessively long. Impractically long. Bound in twin-tails with asymmetry in the bangs. Style deliberate. Partially obstructing the left eye. Intentional concealment? Or aesthetic preference? Difficult to say at a glance. Clips shaped like cat ears—childish, whimsical. A personality marker or false flag?
Her clothing was… dense. Belts, buckles, corset structure. Leather. Not standard shinobi attire. Likely self-altered. Gothic Lolita influence, mixed with mild rebellion. Not just fashion—armor of presentation. Intent: draw attention while shielding the core. Impractical for a shinobi where stealth is necessary.
Kurui’s gaze flicked to the mole beneath her left eye.
Natural. Unhidden. A facial marker—innocent, soft. Most would find it cute. Interesting contrast to the lip ring. Small. Subtle. Blink and you’d miss it.
She was petite, yes, but not frail. The boots gave the illusion of height she did not possess. Her posture leaned forward slightly—not slouched, but hesitant. Her fingers twitched once near the hem of her sleeve. Nervous energy, likely baseline behavior.
Kurui mentally catalogued every detail like puzzle pieces she had yet to connect.
Conclusion (initial):
Visually distinct. Carefully crafted appearance.
Contrasts present: softness versus edge. Childlike elements paired with mature aesthetic choices.
Behavior: mild discomfort in posture, no overt defensive body language.
A shy creature, perhaps. But not one trying to disappear. She wants to be seen. Just… not understood.
Kurui stepped into view, her cotton candy-colored hair catching the rising light, face composed in her usual porcelain-sweet smile. She didn’t speak right away—only offered a graceful nod in greeting. Her eyes never left Airi’s.
This one would be interesting.
Not for her strength. Not for her skill.
But because she was a contradiction wrapped in leather and lace.
Whisper. I believe that is the word you are looking for.Kurui finally broke her silence, a false sweetness in her voice. She stood next to Airi, who had been too focused on the scroll and the huffing and puffing to notice quiet Kurui. Am I correct in assuming you are Airi Awai?Of course she was correct. It would have been impossible for her not to be. Still, it was polite... so she was told. I am Kurui Yuurei, from Kumogakure. I am here to accompany you on the collection mission. I look forward to finally collecting a sample of this fascinating plant. she held a hand out Airi, a gesture of politeness though if Airi were to actually shake it, she would find Kurui's grip to be limb and the shake to be short-lived.
Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
Airi Aiwa13 Years Old
Genin of Konoha
Now isn't the time for fantasy games
You should really grow up and get over it
You are insufferable when you are playing make-believe
Are you crazy?
No, she wasn't crazy, she is coping. She was coping in the only way she knows how. It hadn't been that long since she was abused and treated like a subject. It was either deal with her insufferable magical girl 'witch' persona or deal with a girl who almost killed off her emotions as a previous coping mechanism. No, there would be more unsettling reactions if people saw her as a child who killed their emotions -- which wouldn't help with the psychopath allegations. She would rather look a bit kooky with her make-believe than have people fear her being a psychopath or sociopath. Either way, she was in kind of a bad situation socially with a relatively lose-lose dilemma.
She fixated her eyes upon the foreign shinobi with a bit of a smile. "Oh! Yes, Crimson Whisper. That's what it's called" she said, standing up straight upon hearing introductions.
~Oh, seriously. Why does everyone seem to know my name? I'm seriously not THAT out of the loop am I? Everyone seems to know exactly who I am and everyone seems to be expecting me. What the hell?~ She thought to herself. Did her personality reach that far throughout Konohgakure? First the large Akimichi man that didn't introduce himself to her and then the darker skinned shinobi she met at the Ramen Shop and now this girl with markings upon her face and the cotton-candy hair. She gave the foreigner a bit smile. "But yes, my name is Airi Awai. Glad you have learned about me!" she said as she moved her legs a bit further than shoulder width apart and placed the back of her hand up to her mouth. She laughed a hearty laugh. "Oooooh, ho ho ho hoho! It seems you've already heard about the premiere and future most powerful witch of Konohagakure! Good! My name spreads and strikes fear into the hearts of enemies around the globe! Mwahahahaha!" she stated, laughing a bit more before dropping that for now, letting the foreign girl introduce herself.
She turned to look towards her and with a big cheesy grin, offered her hand out to her. "Well met, Ninja Kurui Yuurei from Kumogakure!" Normally she would give others some kind of monster name or name them off of some achetype, but she looked way to ninja to really name her some other archetype or monster. She seemed to personify it. It wouldn't be right to label her as a piece of candy because of her hair. "I, too, am here to collect these plants. It's all part of my training to become the premiere Witch of Konoha! They should really change their Magic Academy curriculum to include herbology!" she stated. Yes, she didn't really know what the hell she was looking for other than what was scrawled upon the scroll. Hopefully the description and drawings of the plants weren't ruined with her death-gripped sweat upon the scroll.
She turned herself to the side and opened up the scroll, rolling through the objective until she scrolled down towards the picture of the plants. She read the description and cleared her throat. "Well, this most certainly would have been a bit easier to find if I had trained my Detection magic," she stated. She was a Sensor Ninja with no sensory techniques. That's a bit embarrassing.
"So.. Misty cliff. Mist, maybe monsters nearby. Sounds like the perfect job for a Ninja and a Witch!" she stated in a matter-of-fact manner. "Godspeed to us! Let us be off!" she said before she rolled up the scroll, placed it within the pouch upon her back and started marching around, not knowing where the cliffs are, blinding marching along the jagged and rugged terrain.
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Total Word Count: 1498 + 771 = 2269 [2 Posts]
Scoring: 226.9 + 20 = 246.9 [12 Points]
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+2 Verbose
+1 Rapid Fire
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Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
Kurui paused for a moment, taking everything in. She listened to everything Airi said about witches and a magic academy and a puzzled face came over her for a moment.
It only took a moment for her to understand, in part, what was going on though and her confusing turned to what she called scientific intrigue but what others called, "super fucking creepy".
Interesting! Please, tell me more Airi-chan. What exactly do they teach at this Academy? And how long have you been a... witch? her tone was not taunting, she wasn't making a joke or teasing, if anything she was interested; too interested. "And here I thought Konohagakure’s eccentricities ended with summoning giant amphibians and talking dogs."
She clasped her hands behind her back, leaning forward just a bit, chin tilted as if peering at something behind Airi’s eyes rather than at the girl herself. "Tell me, Airi-chan..." she said slowly, savoring the name like a new chemical compound. "Is this ‘Detection Magic’ of yours based on chakra sensory, or something... else? Something older, perhaps? Arcane? Forbidden?"
Her eyes didn’t blink. She barely breathed. Just watched.
Then, as if realizing she might be coming off as a little too intense, Kurui straightened her posture and gave a soft, eerie little giggle. "You see, I have an interest in... anomalies. Patterns that deviate from the norm. Witchcraft in a village of shinobi? That’s quite the deviation." Her voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper, barely above the wind. "Tell me everything."
Another step closer.
"Where did the academy get its teachings? Is it recognized by the Hokage? Or is it more of a... personal institution?"
She pulled out a small notebook from her hip pouch—leather-bound and filled with strange, cramped writing and arcane symbols. She flipped to a blank page and clicked open a pen, eyes never leaving Airi.
"This might be the most interesting mission I’ve had all year."
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She clasped her hands behind her back, leaning forward just a bit, chin tilted as if peering at something behind Airi’s eyes rather than at the girl herself. "Tell me, Airi-chan..." she said slowly, savoring the name like a new chemical compound. "Is this ‘Detection Magic’ of yours based on chakra sensory, or something... else? Something older, perhaps? Arcane? Forbidden?"
Her eyes didn’t blink. She barely breathed. Just watched.
Then, as if realizing she might be coming off as a little too intense, Kurui straightened her posture and gave a soft, eerie little giggle. "You see, I have an interest in... anomalies. Patterns that deviate from the norm. Witchcraft in a village of shinobi? That’s quite the deviation." Her voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper, barely above the wind. "Tell me everything."
Another step closer.
"Where did the academy get its teachings? Is it recognized by the Hokage? Or is it more of a... personal institution?"
She pulled out a small notebook from her hip pouch—leather-bound and filled with strange, cramped writing and arcane symbols. She flipped to a blank page and clicked open a pen, eyes never leaving Airi.
"This might be the most interesting mission I’ve had all year."
Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
Airi Aiwa13 Years Old
Genin of Konoha
As she continued to grope through the fog, carefully using her feet to make sure what she stepped on was solid land. Wouldn't want to wind up taking a step into the void. "What you normal people would call Sensory," she responded curtly. She continued to listen to her foreign teammate ask questions. She didn't know if this was a faux interest in what she had to say or if Kurui was actually interested. Just one look made her believe the former. She continued to look around, stepping very carefully through this mist. She silently shook her head before taking another step, finding herself directly in front of a tree.
She turned her head up the tree for a moment to see a couple squirrels running around. "I live in a delusion. It's a coping mechanism for being tortured and used for medical experiments by my mother since I was 6 years old. It's all just make-believe, so just let me play around with my delusion," she simply just spat it out. She was tired of the questions from someone she believed was only asking these questions to taunt her. All based on a single sour look. Directly after she said something, she squinted her eyes and looked up to the tree to hear loud squeaking from what she believed were the squirrels. The sound of pain and suffering before a final death wail. It was at that time that her face went from a look of annoyance to a look of fear. One of the squirrels that she saw crawl up the tree had the decapitated head of another squirrel in it's mouth with blood splattered all over it's face.
The mission briefing did mention something about mutated wildlife, but she didn't really think about this. This caused her to take a few steps backwards as the squirrel started to pulsate and ripple before blue, glowing spikes started to protrude out of the animal's body. She quickly formed handseals as a set of three rings formed around her before launching towards the squirrel. The squirrel quickly dodged the first one, the second one striking the squirrel's body, wrapping it's arms within the enclosing ring while the third set of rings struck the creature's feet, binding it with hard light. This caused the squirrel to fall to the ground.
OOC Area:Word Count: 510
Total Word Count: 2269 + 510 = 2779 [3 Posts]
Scoring: 277.9 + 30 = 307.9 [12]
Bonus:
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+1 Rapid Fire (1/3 not within 48 hours)
+1 Mission Bonus
+1 World Traveler
x2 New Player bonus? (1/5)
Jutsu Used:Quote:OOC Comment:~Light Release • Rings of Saturn
C-rank Ninjutsu
After performing the necessary hand seals the user will then create three rings of light around their arms. They can throw these rings out towards a target up to 25 meters at a speed equal to the users [Control]. These rings will then wrap and bind whatever they make contact with a strength equal to that of the user’s [Control] constricting constantly. These bindings last for 4 posts unless broken.
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Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
As Airi answered curtly Kurui's expression went from interested to understanding to bored. It's all a delusion? How boring. She paused as Airi continued forward. She let out a disappointed sigh, A delusion? It would have been far more interesting if it weren't. she was cut off by the psycho squirrel which was quickly bound by Airi's jutsu. Well done, I suppose.she casually threw the compliment out to Airi as she approached the squirrel and began her investigation. She looked the squirrel up and down. The spikes that emerged from it were a combination of cartilage, nerves, and blood, they were infused with a strange chakra of an unidentified origin. Its mouth oozed blood and foam though it showed no other signs of being rabid.
Kurui, whose expression had now shifted more towards interest, looked over at Airi,The report says there have been mutated animals in the area. I suppose this would be that. she pulled a few vials from her pocket and collected a sample of blood, saliva, and she cut off one of the glowing spikes. The squirrel didn't seem to react to the spike removal but as soon as the spike was removed the glowing stopped.
Kill it or release it, I'll leave it to you to decide. We must continue though. she said coldly as she began to walk.
Kurui, whose expression had now shifted more towards interest, looked over at Airi,The report says there have been mutated animals in the area. I suppose this would be that. she pulled a few vials from her pocket and collected a sample of blood, saliva, and she cut off one of the glowing spikes. The squirrel didn't seem to react to the spike removal but as soon as the spike was removed the glowing stopped.
Kill it or release it, I'll leave it to you to decide. We must continue though. she said coldly as she began to walk.
Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
Airi Aiwa13 Years Old
Genin of Konoha
"I think it's just messed up enough to survive, but we have to also protect ourselves, hmmm," she pondered out loud before taking a stick near the tree and started to dig a little hole. She then used her foot to push the squirrel into the hole and placed the dirt back over the hole, leaving only the mutated squirrel's head exposed. She slapped her hands together to dust them off. "I... think that should work? It'll dig it's way out. I hope," she mentioned before continuing on, leaving the squirrel squeak in annoyance and a weird, horrifying monster rage. She didn't have the heart to look back, but used the stick that she used to dig the hole and used it like a blind man's cane.
The two continued to slowly move up the rugged terrain, slowly climbing upwards blindly groping around. The flora appeared strange, distorted and mutated. The plants looked like alien creatures, something a child would draw if they had no idea what any specific plant would look. The distortions began to become more and more frequent, giving them the knowledge that they might be getting closer and closer. Airi came to a stop when she heard voices through the mist.
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Bloom of the Bleeding Sky
Kurui narrowed her eyes as the mist thickened, swallowing the trail ahead in an unnatural silence. The distorted trees loomed like broken sentinels, their bark pulsing faintly with that same strange chakra she'd seen in the squirrel. Then came the sound—wet, dragging, like a carcass being pulled through a swamp.
Her pace slowed. Her hand hovered near the vials she had stashed, but this time not for collecting.
The mist parted just enough.
A towering form, vaguely humanoid, lumbered into view—its body a writhing heap of moss, vines, and rotting bark. The thing pulsed with life, but not a natural one. It reeked of fermentation, decay, and something worse: purpose. This was no feral beast. It was sent.
Kurui didn’t flinch, didn’t step back. Her eyes tracked the movement of the mound’s tangled roots and the sickly glow that pulsed deep within its chest like a heartbeat.
Engulfing mass of corrupted plant matter, she muttered flatly. Looks like the local wildlife isn’t our only concern.
The mound twitched, vines rising.
Kurui sighed and tilting her head toward Airi without looking. If it grabs me, do try to get it off before I suffocate. She flexed her fingers and dropped into a low stance. I rather like breathing.
Kurui didn’t wait for the creature to fully emerge. The moment its bulk sloughed forward—its oozing vines twitching like dead nerves—she sprang into motion. Hands flashed through practiced seals.
Tiger. Boar. Ram.
Suiton • Water Orb Technique.
Cool condensation spiraled between her palms, coalescing into a perfectly dense orb of water no bigger than a plum. The surrounding air hissed faintly as the chakra-stabilized sphere spun with hidden force. Her expression was unreadable, focused—boredom washed away by necessity.
With a sharp step forward, she thrust her arm like a spear, launching the orb at the creature with surgical precision. The orb whistled through the air and struck the Shambling Mound dead center in its squelching chest. There was a brief, grotesque squelch as the water orb punched into the thick vegetation—then a shudder, like the whole creature convulsed around the wound.
Steam hissed up where corrupted plant matter met pure water, and the mound recoiled with a sluggish groan. Vines split. Pulp burst in thick, black-green globs. The chakra-imbued water hissed against whatever strange energy animated the beast, causing it to falter mid-step. Kurui didn’t smile, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in her narrowed eyes.
That got its attention, she muttered coolly.
Her pace slowed. Her hand hovered near the vials she had stashed, but this time not for collecting.
The mist parted just enough.
A towering form, vaguely humanoid, lumbered into view—its body a writhing heap of moss, vines, and rotting bark. The thing pulsed with life, but not a natural one. It reeked of fermentation, decay, and something worse: purpose. This was no feral beast. It was sent.
Kurui didn’t flinch, didn’t step back. Her eyes tracked the movement of the mound’s tangled roots and the sickly glow that pulsed deep within its chest like a heartbeat.
Engulfing mass of corrupted plant matter, she muttered flatly. Looks like the local wildlife isn’t our only concern.
The mound twitched, vines rising.
Kurui sighed and tilting her head toward Airi without looking. If it grabs me, do try to get it off before I suffocate. She flexed her fingers and dropped into a low stance. I rather like breathing.
Kurui didn’t wait for the creature to fully emerge. The moment its bulk sloughed forward—its oozing vines twitching like dead nerves—she sprang into motion. Hands flashed through practiced seals.
Tiger. Boar. Ram.
Suiton • Water Orb Technique.
Cool condensation spiraled between her palms, coalescing into a perfectly dense orb of water no bigger than a plum. The surrounding air hissed faintly as the chakra-stabilized sphere spun with hidden force. Her expression was unreadable, focused—boredom washed away by necessity.
With a sharp step forward, she thrust her arm like a spear, launching the orb at the creature with surgical precision. The orb whistled through the air and struck the Shambling Mound dead center in its squelching chest. There was a brief, grotesque squelch as the water orb punched into the thick vegetation—then a shudder, like the whole creature convulsed around the wound.
Steam hissed up where corrupted plant matter met pure water, and the mound recoiled with a sluggish groan. Vines split. Pulp burst in thick, black-green globs. The chakra-imbued water hissed against whatever strange energy animated the beast, causing it to falter mid-step. Kurui didn’t smile, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in her narrowed eyes.
That got its attention, she muttered coolly.
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*Suiton • Water Orb Technique
D-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will form a dense ball of water approximately 6 centimeters in diameter in their hands. Upon lurching forward, they will release the ball towards an opponent up to 10 meters away at [15] Speed and Strength.
D-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will form a dense ball of water approximately 6 centimeters in diameter in their hands. Upon lurching forward, they will release the ball towards an opponent up to 10 meters away at [15] Speed and Strength.