Retrieval [Q]

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It wasn't easy, although I'd never really anticipated that it would be.

Softly creeping through the manor, my movements wrought with purpose, I had a destination in mind, and nothing could break me away from that thought. Darkness had already set upon the house, my eyes guiding me through the bleak, unlit halls of the house, flat-heeled boots bringing me through until I seemed to come close to where I was meant to be. Gently pressing my hands against the wood of a door that was already slightly open, I pushed it, just enough to allow myself space to pass through. My eyes fell to the walls that were full of drawings and paintings, then to handmade objects that lingered atop of shelving, books about bravery and adventure, and finally to the curled up figure of a young boy, nestled under bedding. A soft smile came to my lips as I saw this through the darkness, pushing through as I approached him. Kneeling down close, I stayed silent, if only to listen to his faint breathing as he slept and dreamed, cherishing even that minor detail. And in this moment I stayed for several minutes. But I wasn't here from a yearning to make sure that the boy was alright, no - whilst that did come in to play, I was saying goodbye. Could I really part with him? Part with the both of them like this? I'd already spoken my goodbyes to Kouketsu and Akatome, and whilst I'd tried to explain where I was going to my precious Yuuchiro, I couldn't truly disclose the weight of the situation to him. I was confident in my abilities; but even great men fell before impossible challenges. Perhaps I would come away from this dead, I wasn't sure, but I felt comforted knowing that I had made my goodbyes before leaving. Gazing at the crop of blonde hair that even now seemed bright in the inky blackness of the room, the gentle smile remained. Leaning in closer, I planted a warm, maternal kiss on the top of his head, allowing myself to stay there for a moment. I wasn't sure how long it would be until I'd see him again, but I missed him already. Perhaps it was a good thing that the boy was an incredibly heavy sleeper; I wasn't sure if I could cope truly having to see his confused and saddened expression again. I loved him, and he I, and there was nothing more to it than that - I didn't want to have to leave.

"..I'll.. I'll be back as soon as I can .. - I promise."
"..I love you."

A whisper, faint and gentle, even in the silence of the room.

And I waited; almost as if expecting him to turn around and reply to me. I received nothing in return but a sleep induced murmur - the words of which I couldn't distinguish, but even that rekindled the small smile on my face. I was proud of him - and it showed. Rising, I stood at full height and looked down at him, my hands reaching out to pull at the blanket and readjust it on his form, it having shifted slightly in his sleep, before allowing another stray peck to land on the top of his head. And just like that, I left the room, allowing his figure one last glance, although he was unrecognizable against the darkness, now. Entering the hallway once more, I prepared to take my leave, having brought all of the equipment that I required for the feat that I wished to undertake. I'd come back to these halls, I was sure of it. I'd come back to visit my cousin, my husband and my son and we'd share and infinite amount of years together. Time passed as I collected everything, before making my exit, leaving the manor and its gardens, then shortly after the gates too, escaping in to the wilderness of Kusa no Kuni. But why leave at this time? It was midnight, the start to a new day, although the day had yet to reclaim its throne from the night - it was a strange time, truly, but it was the only way if I wanted to gain the information that I required. The weapon I was looking for was none other than Kusanagi - the relic that had been used to destroy my village - my home at an earlier date in time, in success. Just as Akira had achieved the swords that pertained to his own village, I felt justified to bring back the sword to the village, as a capture attempt on something that had once brought it to its knees. To use a weapon that had once destroyed our families in aid to protect the new generation; It seemed.. inspiring. But perhaps also, as a leader to a country, I couldn't bear to have the relic be used to harm the village in the hands of another once more. Regardless; my wishes were selfless; I wanted it for their safety and defense. I wouldn't see it any other way. Moving through the forests, I knew where I was going to start. I'd heard rumors of people whispering about the weapon at a time like this in an Inn no too far away from the village; recollections of days gone by where they'd seen the relic. Perhaps it was merely a gang of drunken men making up everything for the sake of entertainment; I wasn't sure, but at the moment it was the beast lead that I'd had. I'd heard rumors of a person in Takigakure wielding the weapon last; but that was all that I knew. I sought information, and if a gang of drunkards were the best leads that I had, I was more than prepared to pursue them for what I needed.

It wasn't long until I came to the place; the Rook and Fountain, a gloomy looking inn in the forested nation of Kusa no Kuni, on the edges of a smaller village within the land. I'd visited here only briefly in the past, and the area was foreign to me, despite being a leader of the hidden village. The forests held many secrets; and many of which in regards to the blade I hoped to reveal tonight. Approaching the candle-lit entrance, I pushed past the doors and entered, all weaponry sheathed on my person as I looked around. For the time of night, it was quite full - which was an advantage for me as it meant there were simply more people to inquire about the sword. Given that they were intoxicated too; it just gave me more promise that they'd let loose information that they wouldn't usually reveal. Making my way to the bar, I freely sat on one of the free stools alongside a few of the villagers, and began to listen in. Flowing blonde hair, sparking blue eyes and radiant form contrasting against the dim and darkened atmosphere of the inn and its inhabitants.

It was going to be a long night.

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The Rook and Fountain, a place known to be the information hub of the country Kusa no Kuni. In the walls of this small pub various rumors, secrets, and truths are spoke between the various people that inhabit it. Though the people in this bar seem to appear as shady, and up too no good there is always constant conversation going on throughout the bar. They always manage to boast about the information that they had attained by some foul means, they have never been ashamed to tell about how they attained the information that they were spewing from their guts. And on this particular night the bar was actually very busy, it had already been a couple of bars fights where bouncers had to get involved and forcefully remove people from the property. But at last the bar had seemed to be loud, there were people having arguments ranging from what happened to the last Raikage to the where about of the infamous organization Kataki. Though most of this talk had been fueled by rumors, some of it could’ve been true.

But if you were smart you wouldn’t be listening to any of these pointless arguments though they seemed very interesting. Because not far from you sat a little old woman, she hadn’t been as loud as the rest of the people in the bar. Instead she had sat there without making much noise at all, the only time she had really spoke was to ask the bar tender for another drink to fill her cup. “Hey old lady Che, what’s the news?” A man with a full head of red hair would appear next to the woman while signaling the bar tender to come to him, he wouldn’t so much as glimpse at you; though you appeared to be a jewel in a pile of coal. All of his attention was giving to them smaller old woman who had took small sips of a cup of sake she order just moments before. “No Lacy, I don’t have any Info for you.” The older woman would speak in a seemingly eccentric tone, almost taunting the man.

As the old spoke the mans demeanor had changed slightly as he had seemed be slightly irritated by the woman’s response, grimacing slightly the man would order has own drink before looking away for a moment. “Granny Che, I know you heard something about that fabled blade of Kusa no Kuni being stolen from its previous wilder.” The man would speak loud enough for you to hear, his tone would seem a bit more aggressive than before. At the end his words he would knock back his shot of sake before slamming the glass on the table. “Now you better tell me what you know, I’ll force you too.” The man’s words wouldn’t rattle the woman on the outside, but in her mind she was panicking quite a bit. She wasn’t well versed with any type of fighting style, so if the man had elected to attack her she would be force to give away the knowledge that she held dear to her to a man she didn’t feel deserved it.

“No Lacy, I won’t tell you. Do you really think I would disclose that to you…. Who do you think I am?” The woman questioned the man with what seemed like peer confidence. Now of course you would hear this entire conversation as it unfolded, you had the choice to step if you felt this woman actually had knowledge about what you were searching for. Or you could turn a blind eye to the man harassing the little old woman, to listen for a more concrete source to float through the bar.

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Sitting close to the bar, I'd come to notice that I was being quite obviously ignored by the barkeep and his few assistants, despite having just come in to the establishment with what appeared to be a desire to purchase something from their limited choice of drink. However, it wasn't as if I particularly cared. It was all a ruse; whilst I'd come to enjoy the taste of fine sake, I was here for one thing and one thing only - and if I did give in to temptation and taste some of the wares available within the inn, I questioned whether or not I'd be able to work my best on this quest for the fabled blade. I'd promised not only little Yuuchiro, but Kouketsu too, that I'd be back as soon as I could, may it take weeks, days or months. But one thing was for sure; I wasn't going to allow myself to get distracted when there was so much at stake. Leaning my elbows on the countertop before me, its surface sticky from tipped drinks, I kept them there regardless, my eyes gazing over the stained mirror before me that spanned the majority of the wall where the bar itself was located. Of course; it was dusty, dirty and faded, but - I could faintly see the figures of those behind me in it, drunken men laughing together in groups, a few more intimate meetings between couples, and the odd stranger lurking in the back of the inn, drinking to themselves. Myself, I stuck out like a sore thumb, but, wearing a black cloak atop of my clothing, it allowed me some ability to blend in with the rest of the populace, if not much, but a little at least. However, my monochrome clothing and weapons could be somewhat seen beneath them, signalling my status as a shinobi, or, a fighter. I'd since removed my shinobi headband for certain purposes, it hiding elsewhere in my arsenal. I didn't doubt that I was amongst many warriors here tonight; but perhaps I was the most.. clean out of all of them, even the wool cloak that I wore being spotless. It had always been in my nature to be tidy, and looking about at the rest of the people in the bar, I couldn't help but remember when I hadn't been all that different to them.

The first world war had destroyed each and every one of us, I was sure. I could remember all that had happened back then; all that I'd done. There had been a time where I'd been the very person sitting alone at the back of inns, running up large tabs. It seemed such a long time ago, now, but merely being here reminded me of that time. I wasn't sure that I'd been here -- in fact, I was sure that I hadn't, but I'd seen so many inns across my life that I wasn't even sure which ones I had been to - there were countless names, countless faces and countless locations that I could recall, and to be honest, it was better to merely forget. It tended to make things all the more interesting. "....." with my eyes still blankly staring in to the mirror, I could loosely see the image of another person who seemed slightly.. different - an old woman, from what I could see, quite short compared to the other people here, her appearance almost stereotypical for a woman of her age. If anything, she reminded me of one of my grandmothers - but such memories were gone, now, lost in the dust and ruins that Kusagakure had become several years ago, the ruins that I had built my empire on. However; with my ears listening in for any words that could link me to the tale of the sword that I was interested in, I soon, almost as if my wishes had been answered, heard word of not any relic; but the one I was searching for. Kusanagi. It was then that I focused my entire attention on the conversation that happened between the both of them, my eyes hidden somewhat under the hood of my cloak as I watched their reflections in the mirror.

“Granny Che, I know you heard something about that fabled blade of Kusa no Kuni being stolen from its previous wilder.”

I listened silently as his tone grow steadily louder, almost as if he was irritated by the woman and her rejection of his curiosity, my eyes still peering in to the reflections in the glass. It wasn't until the loud slam of a cup against a countertop distracted my gaze as I found myself now peering directly at the both of them rather than the stained reflections they cast, listening as he then went on to threaten her. Having seen enough, I rose from my seat, and travelled the incredibly short distance between myself and the two of them, my form tall, even when pitted against the men in the inn. Standing statuesque, I stood behind him, with the hood still shielding my face in a dark shadow, the bottom of my nose and soft, plump lips visible. Placing a gloved hand on his shoulder, I sought to grab his attention, my hand soon being retracted soon thereafter, just in case he chose to react violently to my movement. Since I'd left my chair, it seemed as if the elder woman had spoken, continuing to reject him; and I assumed it was for the best; as I was determined that I would be the one to gather the information that she reportedly had.

"..That's enough."

I commanded, my voice notably feminine, but nonetheless threatening. My blue eyes gleamed wildly beneath my hood, and I awaited his response.

"..Return to your seat, now."

And just like that, I waited, my hands ready to react to any backlash that I may recieve from him - or anyone around me, at that. Was I so unjust as to want to prevent an elderly woman from getting grief from a tipsy man twice the size of her? Of course - I could be completely off, and she could perhaps be stronge than he and I put together, but - I was merely working off what I could see. And if what I could see was correct, then perhaps if my act of kindness paid off, I could finally leave this place with the information that I needed.

If he chose to leave, as I'd asked, leaving me partly alone with the woman, I'd begin to speak, continuing to stand tall as I looked down at her, asking her the following words, my hood still masking my countenance;

"..Are you alright?"

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“Hmm?” As Lacey felt a hand placed on his shoulder his attention was pulled away from Granny Che in an instant. From his seat he would catch a small glimpse of your facial features causing a devilish grin to appear on his face, the man was missing a couple of teeth which would contest to the many scraps he had been throughout his life. In the moment you had let your soft voice be heard Granny Che herself would peak over her shoulder, as she noticed your cloaked figure she would quickly turn away from you turning to her drink.

But you wouldn’t catch this brief observation of you by the older woman as you had just placed your hand on the shoulder of the biggest brute within the bar. With your words coming to a stern end the man would raise up from his seat towering over you standing at a tremendous 6’4 stature, while boast the a fighters frame that you could see from across the bar. Looking upon your small frame the man’s grin would grow even wider, he couldn’t believe that you had actually touched him. “Now, Now little flower. I don’t know who you’re, and I’m pretty sure you don’t know who I am.” As He spoke would begin to roll his shoulders around in circles, “But I’d advise you to mind your own business, I don’t think my conversation with granny is none of your business.” And with those words the man wouldn’t hesitate to show you why you shouldn’t have touched him, his hands would follow shortly behind his words with a Jab aimed to crush your face.

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Goken (Strong Fist)
Rank: D
Range: -
Type: Passive
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: Low
Strong Fist is a Taijutsu style, the purpose of which is to cause extreme forms of external damage to a target, alongside breaking as many bones as possible. It is the exact opposite of the Gentle Fist, which is used exclusively by the Hyuuga clan. This style of fighting involves smashing your opponent and is generally used only by extremely physically powerful and dominating shinobi.

Note: For a Low increment of chakra, Goken practitioners can marginally raise the destructive force of any standard attack (non-jutsu) they perform; each strike will have a 10% chance to break the target’s bones. This cannot stack with the Goken Tier 3 Mastery, Tekken.

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Of course, I'd expected him to reply in some way or another - given the demeanor that he'd displayed and his all-too clear intent to find out information from the old woman by any means necessary (Or, his voice suggested that violence was an option he was willing to take). And so, having moved one delicate hand away from his frame, I watched as he then tilted his head to look only slightly towards me, his mouth soon spreading wide and revealing .. little to nothing. Of course, I wasn't all that surprised, and so I held my default, almost blank facial expression as I watched him steadily turn. One glance towards the old woman showed that she'd since moved her attention elsewhere, leaving me with the brute that had hassled her. Of course, although this was a minor setback - I'd been hoping for some kind of speech from her or at least something that proved to me that she'd acknowledged my action, but, nothing came except for what I could only see as a mental shrug, and her avoidance of both myself and the man before me. I could have sighed, but, I held myself back. And then -- the floor, the furniture seemed to shudder as the man steadily moved back to his feet from the seating position he'd adopted, his large frame standing well above the height of my own more slender cut, but regardless; he wasn't all that taller than me. I'd always resembled my mother - and so did my brother, the both of us having always towered over others. It was rarely that we did find some who did manage to push past these boundaries, and whilst it was a setback as far as fight dynamics went, to actually be challenged by height for once, I couldn't see why it was all that much of a problem. And so as he raised, his expression almost demonic, I wasn't really effected by it. I'd made such intimidating expressions in the past to ward off people; it was simply an attempted display at strength; but to think that he could scare away me was laughable.

“Now, Now little flower. I don’t know who you’re, and I’m pretty sure you don’t know who I am.”



All that could be seen from my face was the bottom of my nose and the grin upon my face - perhaps even less than that given his position undoubtedly looking down at me.

Perhaps I was lucky that he didn't know who I was - as I was sure that if he did, he'd have chosen both his words and actions carefully. That, along with the fact that if I could successfully clear him off, then it would mean one less obstacle in the way of finding out where the blade Kusanagi currently is, and so, with this half-smirk still so callously positioned upon my lips, I listened to him speak, his tone threatening; but was I truly going to give in to him? A man who surely knew physical labor and muscle work more than the importance of intelligence? Perhaps it was because I was a female that he thought I'd be so easy to scare off - the name flower such a patronizing term that it merely made me grin more in response. Of course, I hadn't come to this inn to be noticed - that hadn't been my intent by far, but the golden hair of the kusakage was a trait that barely any others had, the other owner being my brother, who had long since been dead and buried. But, focusing my attention on the present, I kept my gaze firmly focused on him. I'd been in many inns in my time and such a time of night as this, and I knew what to expect from its more rowdy customers. To say the least, his attitude as a whole suggested that at some point he'd impose some physical contact on me. As the air around us became tense, I began to prepare myself - the confrontation had begun, and I sought to end it by any means necessary.

And with those words the man wouldn’t hesitate to show you why you shouldn’t have touched him, his hands would follow shortly behind his words with a Jab aimed to crush your face.

With his hand then flying towards me, despite the strength loaded behind his own attack and the obvious attempt to bring harm to me, I was already two steps ahead. In the blink of an eye, my form disappeared in a poof of smoke, and wherein he hoped to destroy surely my face, he'd instead find his fist breaking in to the empty beer glass that had been upon the table he'd been sitting at, there having been plenty in supply for my technique. With the glass proving to be a potential hazard due to its ability to puncture and slice open anything it came in contact with, I'd then warped behind the man, my flat-heeled shoes positioning me atop of the table that the glass itself had been removed from. With the movement of the man having not been a lunge towards me, but rather a mere movement of his arm, he'd have stayed in place during his pitiful attempt at an attack, allowing me ample room to then raise my right leg, it teeming with chakra pertaining to that of souin. Before he'd even know it, my foot would have come crashing down upon his thick little skull, sending him in to the ground below. Needless to say, I was looking forwards to hearing his body hit the ground.

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Masteries:

Tier One – Fleet of Foot: As a more combat experienced medic, shinobi with this mastery are incredibly more agile than your typical shinobi. Because of this, medics move at x1.5 the speed of your typical shinobi. This bonus does not stack with the taijutsu primary bonus.

Tier Two – Herculean Might : With refined chakra precision comes a greater force from it’s release. From this, the user has effectively learned to double the effects of all Souin based jutsu (including the damage done to the surroundings, such as craters and the like).

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Your skill would be put on display as you seemingly made Lacey look like the piece of shit that he was, your display of strength was more than enough to cause his head to explode and spine to shatter. Blood and brains would splat all over the bar causing everyone to stop and look at all that had unfolded, everyone held shocked faces because they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. The older woman would get the bulk of the blood on her figure after your monstrous display of power, she too would be looking up to you while you stood on the bar for a moment. It would take all of about 5 mins before everyone went back to normal as if nothing happened, a man would appear out of the shadows with a mop and a trash bag to clean up the mess you made. As he approached you he’d look to your cloaked figure with a smile. “Thank you for killing him, he raped my wife last week..” After so he would proceed to clean up your mess, now that you had established your dominance in the bar you could let your tension rinse away from your mind.

“Young lady, have a seat.” Granny Che would speak to you while she whipped the blood off of her face; you see that her facial expression hadn’t changed very much since you first noticed her presents. Now if you elected to follow the woman’s direction you’d be seated next to her at the bar, she’d signal the bartender to get her another two drinks before she looked to you. “Well thank you, I haven’t had anyone stand up for me in years and Lacey there has assaulted on countless occasions to get what he wants, before you no one had the guts to stand up to you. So thank you again this drink is on me.” As the bartender arrived with the two drinks he’d slide the on to the bar, she’d grab hers and quickly knock it back. “Now if you don’t mind me asking why’d you help me?”

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It had all gone so quick.

The very moment that my heel collided with the thick skull that it had been aimed towards, it seemed as if from that point, his body erupted, spewing blood as if it were rainwater from the sky. Of course, all this effectively coated myself and my clothing in a thick layer of crimson liquid. And I felt a rush - a rush unlike any other as it began to fly through my veins, igniting the spirit of my interest. I felt.. alive. And I tried not to stare; not to stare at the bloodied corpse that by now was indistinguishable from the true person that he had previously been, but I couldn't help it. Had I just killed someone? It had been.. so long. Perhaps too long, but, despite all this, all I could see was my beloved Yuuchiro's face, gazing over in horror at what I'd done. And because of this, I felt sick, not only with the situation, but with myself. Brain, skull and blood decorated the bar as if christmas decorations, and once the initial shock had gone, everybody seemed to take it all in their stride, as if they were used to such scenes. As a cleaner came over to take care of the gore, he'd whisper a few words to me, although I was far too wrapped up in my own thoughts to answer. As far as he explained it; as far as the whispers in the bar proved to me, he had been a bad man - scum. But had he a son? A daughter of whom he unconditionally cared for? I'd forgotten just how much things like this could play on your mind. Dislocating myself from what had happened, I'd then begin to turn, ready to go elsewhere to clear my mind, before --

“Young lady, have a seat.”

I'd past figured that the old woman would have simply ignored me, choosing to allow her gaze and attention to fall elsewhere, but now that the brute before me had been perhaps .. unexpectedly killed (Granted, I perhaps didn't know my own strength) her interest seemed rekindled, her frail, gentle voice sounding through my ears as she invited me to sit by her. Of course, I didn't let loose the fact that she could perhaps know something about Kusanagi - or at least some little piece of information that could lead me elsewhere to find more about it. Because of this, I began to move, small pieces of the brute's body falling off my form as I finally shifted position. It was, of course, merely a matter of taking a few steps before I arrived close to the seat that the old woman signaled, wherein I then went to sit. All through this process, I remained silent, unsure of exactly what the woman wished me for. As time stood she wasn't aware of my desire to find the blade that I had come here to gain information about, and so when she began to speak, explaining the man's notoriety and how she seemed content with the news of his death, I leaned back slightly in the chair, crossing one leg atop of the other as I looked over at him, the hood still concealing the majority of my features. Despite being a black cape, blood had stained it, dampening certain parts of the garment that had been hit by the man. Having a better look at the woman, she didn't seem much unlike any other woman of her age; but given the fact that the man, Lacey, had spoken to her as if she was some kind of hoarder of stories, someone knowledgeable and understanding of many strange things in our land, I was sure not to judge her by the appearance that she gave. Wherein the drink was concerned, I was unsure of its contents, and held the glass in my hand as my arms remained crossed, but didn't yet take a sip from it. I wasn't all that famished. But; being asked just why I stood up to her, I paused, my form leaning casually in the chair as my arms crossed, looking on at her patiently. A few moments passed before I began to speak, my soft tone silently speaking the following words;

"..I seek the infamous blade; Kusanagi."

"..And if I do recall correctly; Lacey suggested that you may know something about it.."

Perhaps it was because I couldn't afford seeing a blundering idiot like him take ahold of the blade when it so rightfully belonged to me and my people. Or maybe it was because of some amount of compassion for the woman and the situation that she had been placed in after he'd threatened her in such a way. It was surely a combination of the both, although I kept my intentions honest, rather than lie to her - although, unlike the previous person who had asked her (Who's remains were still lingering on the floor of the bar) I spoke much in a much gentler way, softly pushing her to reveal to me the information that she knew instead of threatening her. Perhaps it would work; perhaps it wouldn't. We'd have to see.

"..I can assure you that my reasons for obtaining it are just."

Leaving her on that note, I ceased to speak, taking a single sip from the drink I'd been offered, before holding it back lifelessly in my hand once more.

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As the scene continued to be cleared by the man who had thanked you for murder a man you knew very little about. Though you had as much reason as you needed right? To complete put an end to a man’s life though you knew about him, you could’ve been taking away someone’s father, bi g brother, or even hero you never knew. Granny Che had elected to find out exactly why you did it, as you answered her question her face would cringe a little. Though you did not know, Lacey was her grandson…. But at the same time she felt as you did, she was tired of his shit and his constant abuse. “So you want to know about Kusanagi as well.” She’d say under her breath slightly as her drink started to take its affects on her body, it was visible because her wrinkled old cheeks had attained a slight red tent to them. Her eyes would float towards your cloaked figure with an emotion available, “Well that blade…… It has been a couple of different stories I heard about the blade.” She’d say as her gaze would turn away from you she’d flag down the bartender once more, he’d give her a head as he knew what she wanted.

“Well sweet heart, that blade has a couple of different stories behind it… Or at least there has been various ones to past by my old ears. The woman would place both her hands on the table in front of her one top of the other, her gazes focal point would be her hand as she awaited the bartender to arrive in front of her. “One story I’ve heard was that there was a group of men that had raided the castle of the man that had owned it previously taking it back to their hideout within Yukigakure no Sato..” As her words came to a halt the bartender had arrived in front of her pulling her another drink, she would knock it back before turning her gaze back to you. “But I don’t really believe that, I actually have another story that I heard that seems believable.” The bars volume continued to rise as the woman spoke as if it wasn’t meant for you to attain this information from her.

“What I really believe is that the man left the blade within his own home and disappeared from existence. Seems kind convenient but it’s most likely the truth.” She’d say as she turned back to the bar putting her head onto her hands. “Though there have been talks of multiple gangs of people talking about heading down to his home to retrieve the blade” Her drinks were really starting to weigh her down. It would be wise to listen to both of the elderly woman’s stories and elect which one you wanted to follow.