unresolved resolutions [T]

[femme fatale]

Chapter 1!

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"S-s-s-shit."

Normally, I wasn't an advocate of swearing, because I personally felt it took the elegance out of being womanly, degrading me to the standards and vocabulary of an unruly imbecile. However, this unfathomable coldness forced the idiocy from me, my body slightly shuddering as I tried to maintain focus on the pathway. Visibility refused to stretch any longer than a poor distance of a five meters around us, my agility quickening to match that of Sesshou's, but just as it seemed that we was inches from reaching our destination, my brother came to an unexpected halt, my body fortunately reacting in enough time to standstill without flying ahead of him uncontrollably. The ceasing of movement caused me to believe that those all-seeing eyes that Sesshou possessed had encountered something, but the fact that he stretched his arm back towards me, as if he wanted to protect me from something, caused me to immediately place my right hand on the senbon launcher attached to my left arm, prepared to strike like a cobra at any point.

"W-w-what is it, Sesshou?!?!"

The stuttering in my voice was merely a whisper, preventing the sound of cowardice into the ears of anyone who wasn't within feet of me, half of the reason being the hard chill, the other being due to my own fear of this mysterious environment. However, although I had no idea just what Sesshou was speaking to, I wasn't as useless as one would suspect, those miniature murderers hidden within my overbearing sleeve waiting to be released into the body of the enemy like the fangs of a predator, but with such low clarity, I had no choice but to be patient and allow my older brother to either befriend or provoke the unknown being. Whatever the outcome, I was prepared to react without a second thought, our exploration having come too far to fail now.

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[Trigga]

GM

“Who I am concerns you not, and inquiring about one’s presence is meant for intruders. Not natives.”

He spoke with a strident, though mature tone—calm but masking a hidden wrath that only the most conventional and intelligent minds would catch wind of. Body still pressed gently against the surface of the tree, the man sighed—only audible to him as his somber use of monotonous gestures moved quietly through the air. The two Hyūga’s moved into unknown territory, and wanted to play the role of interrogator? Pompous as it was ignorant. Nonetheless, this reverse psychology only favored those willing to participate. It was now time to articulate what he truly desired. The two in front of him would act as catalysis of sorts.

Pushing off the tree, the man progressed forward. His direction was precise, and though the area was cascaded in thick mist, it seemingly hindered nothing as he navigated effortlessly towards the point of interest. Moving meters upon meters, his senses reigned dominant and any imprudent of impulsive move would be logged and dealt with accordingly. Hopefully the two Shinobi who stood in front of him were sharp enough not to attack an unarmed, and unevaluated opposition without first analyzing his skill. Beneath his mask, his tone came out somewhat distorted, nonetheless comprehensible as he still advanced upon them.

“Seems like you two are lost.”

[Kaeor]

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[femme fatale]

Chapter 1!

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Ugh! The eagerness to bite this unknown being's head off shuddered all through my body, the time wasted spent on communicating with someone that could be intentionally hindering our journey aggravating me even more. I had removed my hand from the senbon launcher, calmness suddenly persuading me to do so, but I never for a second removed my attention from Sesshou and the one who he spoke to. From what I could tell, the only vision that was useless at the moment was my own, Sesshou being able to observe the position of the unknown, and the mysterious one being able to understand our location as well. However, I refused to allow my vision to be anymore useless than it already was, turning my head in several different directions as I made sure that we wasn't to be flanked, although Sesshou already had the pleasure of knowing that information.

Slowly, I turned my back to Sesshou as my feet moved on their own, my body moving closer towards him as my eyes continued to analyze the fogged area. Instead of gripping my arm tightly in fear as I did last time, I simply held onto my left hand's index finger, cautious and wary that if the situation ever came to the point where combat became necessary, the trigger to activating the deadly pins wouldn't take but nanoseconds to occur. For now, I remained silent, listening and watching my surroundings profusely, obeying Sesshou's commands as he told me earlier. Hopefully, this little conversation of theirs would end with the unknown person either guiding us, leaving us, or being an obstacle that we easily overcame.

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[Trigga]

GM

He continued forward, vigilant shadows that were positioned were his eyes should have due to the mask that shrouded his appearance directed the man effortlessly through Mizu no kuni’s natural bastion of deceptive mist. The child spoke once more—answering a question with a question; a subtle absurdity that would have driven a normal man to the edge of insanity. Nonetheless, this individual was of another breed, more poised and placed himself on a plain of existence above those previously thought impracticable by the normal man. He snickered to himself, realizing that the boy—this cherry blonde intelligent could see where he was moving, or at least tracking his movement, evident by the direct eye contact.

“Let’s cut to the chase… I know from where you hail Hyūga. I simply want to offer my services to help you gain what you want.” Information that appeared to be private was seemingly revealed without hesitation or fear of any repercussions. A mere twenty meters separated the three, nonetheless a generation of skill and talent severed any chance the kids had of combating the masked vigilante successfully without losing the precious life that carried this far. “And I’d advise your little female friend place both hands at her side…. We wouldn’t want any accidents when I’m offering you assistance now would we?” His tone was stern, and in that instant, he held a homicidal air seemingly evident through his accent. He meant business, and if the two continued, the air that treasured would be stripped from them.

[Kaeor]

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[femme fatale]

Chapter 1!

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There was absolutely nothing I could do in such a situation, and the thought of that bothered me to no end, seeing as the purpose of this mission to me was to be able to prove my worth to Sesshou, but in the end, I was merely a pawn in this game of chess, and my movements was based on Sesshou's decisions alone. However, I refused to allow this to discourage me, nor force me to lose sight of any potential danger we was in. This mysterious man was playing with fire, even in a freezing mist, and when I find the opportunity to dig my lovely nails into his skin, I won't hesitate to do so. But for now, only he and Sesshou had the advantage, and his annoying remark about how I stood was more than enough to prove to both me and Sesshou that this acquaintance was relying on an outside force rather than his own, normal vision, something that granted him the ability to pierce such a thick veil. Could it be possible that this man had the same visual abilities as my brother?

Simply, I nodded upon hearing Sesshou call my name, removing my hand from my finger as I placed them upon my hips, my face completely filled with utter aggravation. I couldn't help being so helpless in an environment where the opponent knew my position, but I knew nothing of his, and at any moment, that opponent could strike from the darkness and end my life easily. Nonetheless, that didn't appear to be the case here, because if such allies of the Mist Village had sent one to eliminate any potential threats in this mist, then they would've done so by now. With that thought in mind, I calmed myself, never moving an inch away from Sesshou as I continued to scan the area. Suddenly, my left nostril began to twitch as I closed my eyes, holding back the anger that began to boil inside of me. I had obeyed Sesshou's wishes thus far, but I protested being silent in this game of conversation any longer. The words exiting my mouth in a burst of sudden uproar, I couldn't care less, knowing that it would surely startle my brother and this mysterious acquaintance.

"ENOUGH WITH THE MIND GAMES! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!?!"

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[Trigga]

GM

“Hard of hearing I suppose?”

Why did the general youth have to be so ignorant that even simple comprehension seemed almost unsounded to the newer generation. The mask man sighed, knowing full well that if combat was to ensue, two bodies of departed Kumogakure Shinobi would turn up to those who’d even bother searching. An assumption based off their inability to see the truth in his proclamation (regardless of how much his disturbing mannerism challenged his claim), their tactical prowess would prove equally contemptible. Nonetheless, he wasn’t an enemy—at least not now. For now he was what he claimed to be, an ally of sorts.

The Byakugan eye had the intrinsic ability to pierce even the most dense of obstructions to peer upon the chakra that lingered. And as such, the cherry-blonde would notice the man pacing off towards his immediate left, and if he directed his attention towards the forefront of his foxtrots of steps, the Hyūga would notice a narrow pathway leading deeper into the depths of the forest. Words were absent for the moment, and instead the leather-engrossed assailant would continue on, stopping temporarily as he neared the entrance. Following his clarification, he would then progress further in, vanishing behind the mist’s curtain.

“I offered to lead you to Kirigakure. Without me you wouldn’t last travel. So I advise you to silence your words and follow, or die here… It’s of course your choice.”

[Kaeor]

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[femme fatale]

Chapter 1!

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And so, I followed.

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[Trigga]

So the mice would finally decide to relinquish their ignorance and race towards the luscious cheese they traveled such a distance for. A maze permeated with unbelievably thick mist that acted as the deceiver that’s only objective and life’s ambition was to forestall those from the right path and ultimately hand them to death himself. Regardless, this mysterious man, garbed in such pervading leather and with an ominous and deceiving tone wouldn’t allow these two to fall for the same trap that hundreds before them inconsiderately fell into too. They would be two of the few who actually made the trip. What they encountered when they got there however wouldn’t be advanced or avoided with the man’s help.

As such, he moved through the dense woodland, an hour after an hour guiding the duration of time as the three advanced. The leather-engrossed leader did little towards the topic of conversation, yet instead motioned with a silent tone until finally after so many hours of walking, the mist cleared up slightly, and from the three’s perceptive vantage point, the image of a towering gate emerged—the Hidden Mist symbol engraved on its reinforced surface. Stepping to the side, and bowing with a welcome tone, the man only said one thing. “Welcome to Kirigakure no sato.” Lifting his posture upright, a heinous laughter echoed from the facial rim of his mask until suddenly a wind carried him away, and his body vanished. However before he faded from existence, a subtle comment swept through the air.

“Don’t die now, k?”

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KIRIGAKURE GATES FOUND!

[Kaeor]

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[femme fatale]

Chapter 1!

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"Ugh, it's about time!"

I had to admit, despite the rising angst that started to build for this mysterious man, in the end, he held up his half of the bargain, but what could've he truly gained from such an encounter? Regardless, my ruined vision had been rejuvenated good enough to see the outstanding gates right before us, but we had no intention of playing Ding-Dong-Ditch. The sole objective was to fight the location, and just as Sesshou marked it down on his map, our return was all that remained. Is it possible that this mysterious ally would end up being our ultimate enemy when the time came? For this reason alone, I pondered what we had just done, and if greater consequences would spawn from such a minor reward. But for now, my only concern was returning to Kumogakure.

The four of our feet moved like lightning back toward the Lightning, hoping that the black-leather acquaintance hadn't put a marker on our heads. Each footstep back was quite a cautious one, but I knew nothing could deceive those penetrating eyes that Sesshou possessed, so my worry was little-to-none. From the hidden path, through the thickening mist, to the lesser-concealed forest, to the labor-infested dock, our journey was finally coming to a close. I shared a few words of relief with my older brother, but nothing that would hinder his focus of returning home. With our bodies back at the dock, the next step seemed to be finding someone to paddle us back home, back to the Land of Lightning. The mission was almost complete...

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[Kii!]

Moved.

[Kaeor]

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