Sand District

[Mellow]

Oboro's eyes flicked to where the lifeless body was laid by the Kusakage. just as Shishio asked him to move it somewhere else. As such, Oboro nodded his head and approached the figure without hesitation. His hands gripped the hair of the creature as he was too disgusted with its appearance to touch it anywhere else, and carefully lifted the body with his incredible strength. He carried the body to an empty table near the right side of the room, the wooden surface cleared of any tools or materials. Setting it down just to simply be done with holding onto it.

Once the task was done, he turned his attention to the door, where the two Kages, Shishio and Xaio, had entered to continue their meeting. His role now was to ensure the safety of Shishio and keep any others from disrupting whatever discussions or plans were about to unfold. Oboro walked calmly toward the door, positioning himself strategically in front of it, his back straight and his gaze sharp. He knew better than to involve himself in the affairs of two Kage without being asked, but he also knew the importance of protection in moments like these. And with the tension already thick in the air, he felt the need to heighten security. Without a word, Oboro formed a series of hand seals with speed and precision, summoning his two unique puppets—Axar and Alastor.

In a puff of chakra-infused smoke, the two puppets materialized on either side of the room. Alastor, his larger puppet, stood tall on the left, its menacing design apparent in its hulking, jagged frame. Its mechanical arms were crossed, and its powerful build gleamed faintly in the dim light. Axar, smaller but more agile, took position on the right. Both puppets stood still, like silent sentinels, their presence radiating a sense of readiness and danger. They acted as perfect guardians, their lifeless eyes focused on their surroundings, but in Oboro's control, they were far from lifeless. As Oboro stood in his positions with them, his hands falling to his sides after the summoning, his expression unreadable but his posture alert. His presence at the door served as both a shield and a warning. He kept his attention split between the room and the ongoing conversation between the two powerful leaders. The workshop was now a fortified zone, with Oboro and his puppets acting as a silent barrier of defense.

Current Location: Puppet Workshop
New post order: Xaio Tendo → Oboro → Shishiō
Posting Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days (Approximately 72 Hours)
Skip Points: II​

 

[Frea]

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What are the chances that a mid-rank mission went wrong even though multiple people were on it? About 80% of it was a success; however, to much of Kiyoka's dismay, the mission was unsuccessful. The mission she was set on ended abruptly, with the sand turning red, dying civilians, and casualties that required desperate measures. In a way, Kiyoka believed that the mission was more for Chunins and Jounins rather than a singular Chunin and a couple of genin. She often wondered where the diplomat was. Was he still out there? Was he still being held hostage? That's where Kiyoka was strolling towards the outskirts of the new city. The image of that day still haunts her in her dreams, in general leaving her more paranoid than usual, but also a lack of sleep. The fact that she couldn't save most people upset her, but at least she had somewhat saved the spiky brunette boy who seemed thankful and the tall chunin boy to whom she had forgotten their names. Not on purpose, of course.

As she was walking in the street, vendors greeted Kiyoka and offered items like food or small accessories; Kiyoka softly chuckled and politely declined them but also thanked them for their genericity. Kiyoka wasn't just a shinobi for the sand; when she wasn't on missions, she volunteered to help the locals with tasks they couldn't simply do or needed help running their shops when they were busy. This quickly gained her popularity. She wasn't just popular amongst the adults and elderly but with young children; whenever the kids played rough and got injured, Kiyoko tended to their wounds no matter how small or big they were.

As she walked through, she saw an unfamiliar person, clearly from out of town. He was decorated in clothing imbued with gold, with red to pinkish hair that was long and tied back. She noticed that he was talking to local children, to which they looked pretty scared even though it seemed that the man was trying to be nice to them; the kids spotted Kiyoka and quickly ran to her, scared of the unfamiliar face; she heard them scream out her name.

"Miss Kiyoka! Miss Kiyoka!"

Kiyoka looked at them quickly and huddled them behind her as she approached the man. Her expression was slight, and she gently placed her head on the young boy's head. She chuckled before speaking to the man.

"I do apologise; they tend to get a bit scared of strangers."

She bowed slightly in apology and lifted her upper half back up. She looked up at Gizoku in his eyes, her blue ones to his faded ones. She placed a strand of red hair behind her ear as it got in her way. She continued to speak softly because the kids were around; otherwise, she would've been more harsh towards the unfamiliar male.

"What brings you here? It's clear you aren't from here, nor a tourist."

Location: Streets of Sunagakure, Sand District
Posting Order: Gizoku ->Kiyoka
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days
Skip Points: ll


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