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Kythira is a southern area of O’uzu Island, a place of green fields and forests on both sides of the long, gentle hill range dominating most of the central area. Most of its inhabitants live in the grassy hillside, in quaint, rural villages, using the more fertile grassland near the coast as pasture for their livestock.
 

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traveling thru, the group stops and eats, and the missing persons list gets a few new names to add to the list thanks to Uta..

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Elements of the Mission.
  • Explore a landmark
  • Do some moderate meditation to improve focus
Mori Jin



The dazzling sun shines through the hill. The rays paint the clouds above, as the colors gradually shift, from an orange tint, to that of a gradually blue sky. You hear the birds chirping in the background, as sitting upon a rock on the shore, with a staff on his side. I have my eyes locked at the hill. The sight is quite a beautiful one to be sure. Along with the signing of the birds, the waves gently hit the shore. The movements are uniform. It is one of these moments, when Mori would appreciate the luxury of freedom. Many other individuals have lives set out for them. Some of them are security. Some of the family. Some called forth by the endless wars which are waging this land. The nations of the people sure do not know how to appreciate some things well. You can clearly see that most of the time, they don't even lay sight upon this land. They don't really pay attention to the colors, reflected, twisted and broken by the sky. The movements of the sea. Their way would be a rather focused one. Confusing? Sure, but not really at the same time. The boy slowly gets to his feet. He turns north and he bows, making a quarter step, he faces the west and he bows. Another step and he is facing the south. Greeting it with a bow. And then the east. Which was his direction. It seemed the perfect time of the day, to explore this place. I guess this was the life which Mori chose. That of nature. That of energy. Flowing constantly in an unending stream. Which neither knows death, nor knows life. Just constant change. He bends over to pick up his staff, and with one swift jump, separates himself from the boulder and lands on the shore before him. The ground was dry. The sea could only engulf so much of the land.

Alley Oop!

His walk continues slowly. He will make it today on top of that hill he said to himself. However, this shallow height would allow him to move around a fair bit. Allowing him to get a better look upon things. The villages on his right, which were close to the evergreen fields in the bed of the hill. Wild-stock grazing next to it gently. He would sometimes make out people moving towards the fields in the morning. For in the afternoon to be collected again by the people, whose lives depend a great deal on them. So, he continued towards his right. Towards the deep forest, where the trees towered high. He would come from a similar place anyway. Stories of his past would sometimes accompany him, when such a sight would reveal himself to him. His staff is resting on his shoulder, as he holds it with his right hand. He continues his nice stroll slowly, with one hand in his pocket, and his eyes moving gently from one side to the other. Slowly, the light of the sun as it was extending upwards, would be muted by the green leaves in front of him. He could easily tell that this forest isn't utilized much from the villages nearby. This time of the year would allow the trees to recover, before nighttime would fall and people would be headed for the heating woods. The branches were intertwined up top, as his gaze would avert, from right up, towards left up. His senses sharp as he would see the tiniest of movements on the leaves from the animals, from the gently sweeping wind. This seemed to be an area where wildlife developed slightly. Cut off from the civilized world. And in turn, dangerous as well. In the age of the Shinobi Wars, these trees would be perfect hiding spots, for so many Shinobi. Many might have found their deaths here, many others might have found a second chance to live. As the cold steel misses gently. The villages here have been calm however. They have not been really impacted by the warring events down west. This is exactly why he would prefer the east. The calamities stayed far from here. His stroll gradually continues as the sounds of the world have been muffled by the leaves. The rays of the sun, gently breaking, and opening up again as the crowns of the leaves head towards it. The ground solid. And as the leaves muffled the sounds from the outside, the ones from within would be so much grander. He would only hear his own footsteps. The other sounds would be the knocking on the trees, by a woodchuck. The muffled steps of the squirrels. The fast movements of images of beats in his left and right. Seemingly startled by the Shinobis appearance. These quiet places generally just take his mind off things. As he gradually moves beyond the heart of the forest, he slowly comes by a large tree. He gently approaches it. As he lays his left hand on it. And gently closes his eyes for a second. He could somehow feel it. The place beaming with life. The energy moving through this system. Feeling it, is rather not the right word. He could however make out that all this place is somehow connected.

This will be a great spot! I need to reach the crown. I could even see the Hill from here.

He would jump high from his ground, connecting his feet to the tree. Sturdy. With chakra on the bottom of his foot, holding him up, he would casually walk as before. Making his way up. Occasionally twists and turns around himself, dodging the brackets. Birds would be startled, flying away. He was becoming a disturbance he was thinking to himself. Chuckling with himself a little, Mori continued up, as he would have made out from the bottom, a single branch. Strong and stark. It was gently covered by one single branch above it, with vividly green leaves. The branch was thick, allowing him plenty of space to sit. And right before him, the sight. The villages resting gently. He would make his way towards the branch, slowly kneel and place his staff on the branch beside him, and sit in a meditative stance. He would place his hands before him in his lap, resting his elbows. And the sight. It was, Lush. Green. And blue. The sky and vague hint of the coastline in the right of him. There, tiny cuboids would be visible. With dim red tiling on top. The fields on the slope of the hill were filled with animals. Keeping their distance not to come too close to its place, and again brim with life. He would close his eyes and take a deep breath. The air was so cool. Wind would move through his hair. His golden eyed pupils sharply focused beforehand. He believed that closing your eyes for meditation, was not the right way to do things. Those were left for people feeling turmoil, disarray. After all, the largest enemy is the mind. For someone to attain peace, you need to see the peace around the world. Or rather, to re-attain peace. All of us are born in peace. We get what we require. And we are balanced. Beautiful and still. His gaze would slowly focus out, where the green hill would meet the blue sky. Clouds of white continue painting the canvas. His ears were hearing both, the rustling of the grass. The movements of the leaves. The sounds of the forest behind him. He could feel it. His hands. His toes, as he would gently move them. The clothes on his body, weighing down a little heavier as usual, as he just was made aware of them. He could feel the texture of the wood he was sitting on. Smell the grass and trees. The leaves are ever so distinct from one another. The moss on the trees, evergreen, ever on one side. Where the sun shines dimmest. Comes to show, nature has figured it out long before us. Everything. One does not need to fear, life or death. They are mere illusions, of whatever there is. And just experiencing it, is more than enough. He would breathe deeply one more time. And as he is releasing the air slowly, grab his staff to his right, get into a standing position and bow his head down gently to the hill.

Thank you for this peace. Ever green may your robe be, and ever living may your trails be. However, today. I shall conquer you.


Having made it almost to the end of the forest, he would slightly detour, and jump from the branch towards another. His hand grabbing upon it. He could see the end of the forest. From the momentum of the swing he continues again. He lets go of it consciously, and continues his swing to another branch beside him. He steps firmly and does another strong jump. He kicks from it, leaving the forest behind him, and extending his arms on the side. His legs extended as well. As if he was air gliding, the curtain of the forest unravels, as the green scene opens up. He would smile wildly. His eyes shimmering in the light of the sun. He would land strongly in the ground, beside a cow grazing in it's own business. At peace. His rough landing was cushioned by him slowly bending his knees, as he would cause around a strong gust of wind, from the impact. Pieces of grass flying around him. The poor animal gives off a sound as if terrified and runs away. Mori would lightly chuckle, clap his hands together and bow slightly to it.

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I will be on my way.


His pace would be quite a lot faster now. He was swinging his arms to his left and right, slightly jogging as he was nearing the top of the hill. He would continue walking as the animals would continue on their own time, grazing slowly. He would continue walking, as a light gust of wind would move against his movement. With his eyes locked up, this gaze gave him the sensation as if he were about to fly. On his left would be north, the sun now slightly behind him, he would slowly continue his expedition. Still excited. He was always a sucker for a good view. The tree didn't satisfy him fully. After all, he couldn't see the peak of the hill. Of course he couldn't. No creation of this hill would be able to undermine the master which birthed life to them in the first place could. They were all bowing down, as if he was the king. And even humans knew well to not disrespect their king. The gushes of wind would be strong up top, not broken and calmed from the slope of the hill. And slowly, the horizon for him would get tinier and tinier, until. It stopped. Now, it is expanding. He would realize that he is very close. The sight of other landmarks started popping up. The end of the shore, of the small island that he was in, started becoming visible. More buildings in the edges would start getting their shapes defined. Moving from a small silhouette, to a structure with visible sight. And as his excitement would largen slowly, but steadily, it came to an abrupt halt. His movements followed. He stopped. He was now, on top. On top of this hill. No. On top of this tiny world. He hand conquered the king. And, naturally. He would gaze. From the grounds lines of the horizon. To the top of the skies. He would bow to heaven for their holiness represented on land. He would bow to the land, for their imitation, of heaven which would give the original, a run for its money. There, he would stand in silence a little bit. His grin shifting to a small smile. His grip on the staff would go from a strong one, to an easy one. As he would place it in front of him. Grab it with both hands. And breathe quickly holding his breath.

This once! I can see beyond you!


And he was right. For this one instant, he felt beyond the mighty creator of this system. And, as every walk up would have it, he would slowly walk down. Not to his front, but would take a gentle turn to his right. He was now facing south, and walking towards a shore, previously unexplored. As he was on the tree, he could mark some of the tiles. It was a small village. He was asking himself, as he was making his way down, how there people were. Did they admire this hill as much as it needed to be admired? Did they respect the god of the forest, for cooling them in hot summer days, and be the source for warmth in winter. Do they bow down to the 4 sides of the earth for allowing them to live in a place this livid. Are they scared of the events happening in the world? Are they even aware of these events? Their thoughts would plague his mind. And naturally, he would play some small simulations in his mind, how they would be. As the sun continued it's arc on the sky, he would realize that the way down seemed so much faster than the way up. Not because gravity was aiding him in his descent. Rather, he liked to think that once something is conquered, it loses its vastness it had before. Well yes. So were the powers of god. Even god will seem insignificant, once you hold a position above even him. The descent was near its end, when the slope slowly began to gently curve towards the sea. He would start slowly noticing buildings on his left and right. Few, and far in-between at first. But gradually, getting more frequent. His eyes are moving gently from his left to his right, as new figures start making itself present. The line and path, ever forward towards the sea. Some of the buildings he was looking towards had people, in front of them. Sitting in the shade of the preach trees. Some of them, startled by Mori, and some others gently waving at him. He would hear the sounds of dogs barking at him, and stopping just near their territory. He would make no mistake to disturb their peace, or dare even to approach their masters land. He was simply making his own business. As he would get closer to the village, the houses which were far from one another, started getting a little closer. He would slowly pass through the gap between 2 of them, and enter the heart of this small place. It seemed bustling with noises, compared to the hill. But Mori's hearing didn't yet acclimate to the noise of the Village. It was a small one, it's heart would only be composed of 10 rows of buildings. The center of the village was with people, on the sides of it. Come have carts of vegetables and fruit. Man, they looked delicious. He would gently pass through the people. Most of them were worried. He was an outsider after all. Some of them are trying to catch his attention at the shops, offering to sell. Some others, not daring to have business with someone foreign. Seemingly, this village didn't have anyone for protection other than them. This was rather unfortunate. After all, his place could easily be broken down by 1-2 powerful shinobi. This thought saddened him a little. But, after all, as the Hill does create, and allow for creations. Human desire, allows also for destruction. He would slowly near the end of the village, as his slow walk continued. On the entrance, he would see a tree, ripe with peaches. He... was weak in that one moment. He hadn't eaten the entire day, and for one second, he allowed himself to indulge a little to his animistic desire. He would grab in his pouch for one single shuriken, and gently toss it towards one of the branches. The weapon would slice through the air, rotating at high speeds. It's aim? A single stem on the biggest fruit, about 2 meters in front of him. The steel cuts the wood clean, and Mori would extend his staff before him, raised slightly up. The peach was falling, and Mori would catch it with his staff. Gently moving it low, to break the acceleration of the fall. He continued ahead, biting on his peach. Smiling innocently like a kid. On his way, he would make sure to pick up the Shuriken again. He would make his way towards the shore. More or less, he went full circle, and now, the day seemingly came to an end. The sun was dimming in color, like in the morning. It would slowly become orange, as slowly, the descent of it on the see was visible.


He would move towards the shore slowly, changing his path yet again, walking along it. With his staff, he would occasionally draw lines. The lines would only exist very briefly, but hey, to an fly, this single day was an eternity. Maybe to this line, the few hours before it would be washed by the sea was eternity. After all, in the grand scheme of things, the life we have, is so insignificant to the sun. But, still. Even if insignificant. A part of it all. After all, there was no death or life. He would shake his staff with his right hand once, to throw away the sand, and rest it to his shoulder. His mouth opens wildly. His eyes became a little teary as he yawned. He had totally forgotten to pay attention to the sun. It had set a long time ago after all.



I should make my way back to that rock... and doze off. Tomorrow, is a new day to beat something else after all.

He says by smiling gently. His hands were rested on his staff, the staff was resting on his neck as he would make his way to the boulder.




-Mission End-
 
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-Staring the Mission-

Elements of the Mission.
  • Deal with a problem in a tactical manner, instead of through direct confrontation



The morning sun takes it's time to climb up the hill, as the surroundings start being bathed in a cold morning color. The sounds of the chirping birds start moving in unison with the waves of the ocean. They slowly overpower this sound, as clearly it could be seen that the tranquility of the shore was giving life to the surroundings in front of it. Another dawn broke, and the day would begin anew. The fresh breeze of the morning was much more comforting as the cold winds of the night. He would wake up slowly, as his body was pressed on the boulder, with the light in front of him, and the ocean behind him. His staff was being gently held, as his head was hanging, almost in a meditative stance, but he clearly dozed off, as the ocean waves were acting like a nursery rhyme to help him sleep. Come to think of it? Mori only knew this as his parents. The sky was the father, as it would be ever looking at him, guiding his path and reminding him to keep his head up. The sun would be his mother, giving him life and strength, acting as a signal of hope. The earth would be his brother, strong and reliable. The ocean would be his sister. Vast and ever knowing, but partnering him in every journey carrying him with ideals. He would make himself stand rather sluggish. Making his body stretch and yawn as he would hear his muscles shake and life come to them very quickly. The night seemed so much longer than others. It might have been specifically because he knew where he was. He felt safer. He felt like the grand enemy which he conquered, would be the biggest face off in this land. Of course, except if someone else came here, strong and sturdy enough to conquer this very land. He would scoff at himself, while gently giggling. This seemed to be such a false premise in his mind. One can only conquer what they understand. It is why the land will always be liberated after a certain amount of time from anything claiming it. They simply were tiny feeble tyrants, compared to the strength of the sky, and glow of the sun. One cannot beat what they can't understand. And one cannot conquer what they can't comprehend. Only those who fully know something, only then can they beat it. He leaned towards the rock With his foot and slowly went to pick up his staff. He would grab and throw it into the air behind him, as he would leap off the boulder strongly, and kick himself up. Then his body would slowly start moving in unison. His upper body curls up, as his legs can further higher. He was now upside down with the ground, as he would see the staff in front of him. He snatched it in mid air, and landed sturdily in the ground, gently bending his knees to cushion the fall.

Here we go!

He would say to himself as he began walking towards a familiar location. He was walking backwards from where he was coming from last night. The village from before, truly captivated him a little. After all, it was such a gentle settlement. It was one, which really understood the idea of conquering something. They knew how they could use the waves of the ocean to power their mills, they knew how to rely on the life of the sea for food. They knew that the cloak of the hill will shield them from strong winds, and they also knew that the gentle slope would make a great land, for gardening, and animals grazing. They somehow knew, how to live in unison with this nature. They knew, that they were living of it's back, and they could proudly say they did. For, they conquered this land, to be their own. He would walk slowly across the shore thinking to himself, as the waves of the ocean gently stop near his path, in a straight line. The waves in the morning simply weren't strong enough. He would continue walking up as the sun would slowly peak above the hill, gently blinding him for a second. He would raise his hand to cover the rays, while the other was firmly holding the staff, relaxed in his shoulder. His eyes would squint as the day began anew. And, it would be a different one from before. Of course, every day will be different from before. For this day, will of course have a new adventure. He would be able to understand something new, maybe of lesson. Rarely did he become so sentimental about certain things, but certainly, in such a peaceful area, it would be very silly if not done otherw-.

He narrows down his stance as the grip on the staff gets stronger. He lowered the staff from his shoulder and held it firmly in his side of his body. The entrance of the village was there, yet, the very atmosphere had changed here. He could not sense it, but there was nothing that needed to be sensed, only things that needed to be properly seen. The fragile fences that should have been there have been damaged, with their wooden pillars moved to the sides. The plans of wood which were kept together with rope and nails had fallen, and the grass in the ground was clearly mutilated. Stepped upon by loud and rushing feet. There seemed to be so many of them, footmarks of different shapes and sizes, but they seemed all to be the same weight. After all, the entire village would feel it. The weight of someone not part of them, trebling. Nature reacts in very similar ways to everything that goes on, a disturbance will cause disturbances everywhere, in the very scenery. This village that was once an example of cooperation, and true conquering of the sights sculpted by nature, is being driven another chisel. This was one rough, and not gentle. The strike of the hammer would certainly destroy this piece of rock. The town seemed deserted, except. How could he have not seen this sooner? There was someone lying on this tree. Seemingly an old man, no, he wasn't very old. But he seemed so fragile. On his hands before him, a gardening tool loosely held. With the staff in his hand held firmly, he would gently kick the ground, and in an instant, appear right next to the man, as he would look upon his head resting to the left, on his shoulder.

(Rinyūaru Tekondō: Bo-Bup) | Renewal Taekwondo: Way of Walking
Type: Supplementary
Rank: B-Rank
Range: Mid
Chakra: 20
Damage: N/A
Description: The user begins this technique as they would any technique from RE Taekwondo, by increasing their weight by a certain amount for a brief instant, in relation to the amount of energy they wish to generate, using the basic principles of the Fighting Style. The user then directs this energy, using one of their legs, into the other leg, and expands it in order to “kick” or "push" off the ground with a tremendous amount of force, propelling the user at high speeds in a single, linear direction. It would require the Tracking Capabilities of a 2 Tomoe Sharingan or Higher to track this movement. This technique has 3 stages, each with their own Rank and distance it allows the user to traverse.
D-Rank: Weight Manipulation costs 10 Chakra, and allows the user to move up to 5m.
B-Rank: Weight Manipulation costs 20 Chakra, and allows the user to move up to 10m.
A-Rank: Weight Manipulation costs 30 Chakra, and allows the user to travel up to 15m.
Note: This technique cannot be performed consecutively within the same turn.
Note: The A-Rank usage of this technique can be used a max of 4 times per battle. Additionally after the A-Rank version of this Jutsu is used, this technique cannot be used for 2 turns.
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The rays of the sun would be gently stopped by the tree, but, the air which travelled along with Mori, seemingly caused a strong enough breeze of air, to wake up the old man, whose eyes were calmly opening up, but this was until the moment the image of Mori had sharpened to which, he would instantly freeze as his body would tense up, and he would in frenzy grab his weapon and arm himself with him. Silly old man. That is not a weapon, this is a gardening tool, the only one you could beat up with, is parts of the soul beneath you. But much to Mori's shock, he would open his mouth, to which he would have to do something about it, or this tactical advantage would be forever lost.

SOMEBO-

And so his mouth would be shut by Mori's right hand, as the left hand which was gripping his staff would be used to stop the advancing of the farming tool which the old man had. He would look at the man with a calm view in his eyes, gesturing to him, to keep quiet, and that he is not an enemy. He would not continue to be part of whoever caused this disturbance, he only wanted to know something entirely different. He wanted to know what truly had occurred. He needed to hear a story, which the ground around him was unable to tell. The man seemed to be clutching harder for a brief instance, but there were clearly a couple of differences. Differences between Mori and whoever else. While his stance was strong and sturdy, it was sturdy like a tree which would grow in it's own land, and not a tsunami which would sweep away something else. While his reflexes and movement were fast, he would be fast like a sparrow which is flying to the field, and not an arrow which moves instantly ahead. Clearly, there was something to his strength, it was calming. And, what seemed to be so calming? It clearly was the fact that his strength seemed familiar. Something that he has seen before. Well, I would lie if I said that it was something that he had seen before. More than that, it was something that he clearly had some form of assurance with. As if this type of sturdiness, strength and speed, was as natural as the ocean. His body began to relax, as he lost grip of his tool. This paired with the eyes, which seemed to shoot up from frenzy to some that seemed to be breathing easily, would lower Mori's guard. This was funny, he thought to himself. For all he knew, Mori would kill him, this would be no reason to calm down, but he seemed calm. Funnily enough. Mori would let go of him, and lower his staff in his side.

What happened here? Tell me, why does this place seem to be so much out of order? Why are you here? Why were you unconscious, and why are you using a gardening tool?

Mori clearly was not the best person at keeping things clear and concise.

You really don't know how to keep things concise.

Enough of that! What happened old man?


And why should I tell you? Who are you?!

You don't have any reason to tell me, clearly. Neither do you need to. I simply want to understand whether I can continue living here or not.


You don't live here! I have never seen you in my life!

Just because you haven't seen something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. -
said Mori while sticking out his tongue
I lived by the boulder, I passed through the village yesterday night, and all seemed peaceful. I wanna know whether I can still rely on that peace, or if it's time to move somewhere else.

Urgh?! -by the boulder he said? The old man was surprised. It was at least 1 hour away on foot. Why was he that far off? The boulder is gigantic, and the wind there blows very coldly, why would anyone wanna live there? It is quite frankly the most isolated spot, yet, he could understand. Mori wanted to be alone and in peace, for that the boulder was clearly the most secure space. Mori wasn't his enemy. His instincts were telling that to him all along. Yet, he needed his mind to make sure of such as well.

My name is Yuuto. I am one of the residents of this village. One yet to be named. We were attacked before the break of dawn, as I was out with my opening up the barn for my kettle. They seem like bandits. We have never been attacked before, but seemingly, war is tearing up this site as well... I was trying to confront them, but as you can see. They got me cold. I curse my la-

Jii-San, I don't really care.
- Mori stopped the man abruptly.

I have seen more than you can even imagine, I clearly don't care what happens to who. Wars are a norm and frankly, they have been boring for ages. I'm just lookin for my own peace, and clearly. This place has none anymore.

The man was straddled. Clearly, Mori was like a force of nature. Because that reaction was one which was totally indifferent. Nature after all, doesn't support nor oppose anyone. Whoever is strong enough to us, they shall try until nature wins again.

I wish you luck with your problem, Jii-san. - He said as he would raise himself sturdy and raise his staff and turn around slowly to take his lea-

Don't give me that shit! - He mutters under his breath, but loud enough to clearly be heard.
I have had it with you people! if it wasn't for your kind, we would be in peace.
WE WOULD BE ALONE AND QUIET. BUT YOUR STUPID NINJA CREED.
IT DISRUPTS THE VERY FLOW WE TRY TO BUILD!
I have had it with anyone of you! If you don't want to listen, to your stupi-!


The sound was disrupted by a strong sound of wood connecting to a hard surface. The man which was wildly shouting would be locked in place for a brief instant, and then collapse to the ground. Mori would stand there watching him fall over his right shoulder. while his right hand had moved above his head and hit the man right on the head. The blow was strong enough to make this man collapse, obviously. Mori would look at him and quietly say to himself how ridiculous what he just did was. Maybe this man was clearly suffering from something in the past. Maybe it was some form of frustration at the world, because Mori didn't even know this person. Who was he and what he wanted or meant. Neither could he resonate to those words. They tried to build a peaceful life? Well, in order to do that, they had to disrupt the very flow of nature in this land. They had to consciously redirect the movements of the river, pierce away the soil to plant. Kill the living beings in the ocean, plan the trees. No, they weren't peaceful people. They were just like Ninja conquerors. They wanted to conquer the land and soil. They were just as guilty. For they wanted to disrupt peace. They were just as guilty as the bandits. Come to think of it, the bandits. He would gently place his staff across the tree, and pick up the mans tool.

Let's check those freaks out for a second.

He would pick up the hoe and rest it over it's shoulder while making his way towards the inner parts of the village, with his mind almost absent. He seemed calm and content, contrasting the wild amounts of chaos which were going on around him. Rather, not going on around him, it was empty. The entire place seemed super empty. However, the landscape could tell that the peace was disrupted. There would be carts on the ground tipped over. Peaches, Carrots and tomatoes lying across his way. He would still continue forward, while calmly seeing everything around him. He qould continue forward yet again, as he would slowly come towards the center of the village, where the tavern looked very clearly, not as it did before. The place before his eyes was with people that clearly didn't match the sight. Staying there with swords in their hilt, and a goblet of mead in their hand, as they were laughing across with one another. Only 2 were there upfront, as the rest seemed to be making horrible noise inside. The noise was overwhelming almost everything, which the unison of sounds stood for. No longer could Mori hear the birds chirping, or the cattle's bell ringing. Only he could hear were sounds of glass shattering, bottoms of cups smacking the ground, horrendous and malicious laughter, along with cheers as if to commemorate a murder which had taken place. They felt like conquerors, they felt as if the very ground beneath their feet belonged to them. Yet, Mori would not be disturbed, and simply walked ahead. The closer he could, the more the sounds of chaos increased, the more chaos itself increased. Upon closer sights, he could see that the windows were broken, the carts of fine food had been tossed upside over. The towns folk, their quiet and moderate living, enslaved by brutality and violence of war. The 2 people in front of the bar, finally happened to notice Mori.

HEY, You there? Where do you th-

Is your boss the one that is yelling?

So what if it is?

Upon hearing such words, the hand which was holding the hoe was gripped tightly, as he would smack as fast as the blink of an eyes, both those people in the head, before they even had a chance to continue on with their threats. Their bodies, as if locked in empty space, have no conscious signs in their eyes for a brief second as they collapse on the ground, while Mori, as if his walk was undisturbed, makes his way further towards the sound of someone unjust. The door opens slightly, and his sight would instantly move towards the right. The bar which was there, hosted by an elderly looking man, terrified as his sight would move towards Mori. In the bar, all tables had been occupied with people whose chaos stopped for a brief entrance of the individual that they didn't know. Everything seemed to have fallen silent. This was a surprising turn of events, for many which were laughing. For once, their security and stability vanished. After all, they praised themselves so highly for being able to conquer a couple of farmers. Where did this enthusiasm go? Across the sight, almost at the end of the corner on the left, he would see what clearly was someone standing up in his feet. He was about 7 feet tall. His body was ragged with scars. He would approach Mori, with his left hand resting at the hilt of his sword. He would approach slowly, as the very ground beneath him, those old and shabby planks would creak trying to support his frame. Around his head was a scarf tied up, and a scar across his left eyes. This man had truly a very intimidating aura behind him. He clearly seemed to be someone who you don't want to mess with. And clearly, his group would agree with his cause. He would seem like the guy which was fit to be leading such a group, for he seemingly was the bravest. The first to stand up.

And what would you be? Entering so highly and mighty to a land which I have pronounced my own? To a village I have called my own?

Called your own? - Mori would repeat the words in a questioning manner, but clearly also a ridiculing one.

Certainly. I have conquered this land. The very soil below me, is my very property. And so is everything on top of it, and so is everything below it. This hill, is part of the Raging Blood Tribe, and this land is my own. Satsujin. Do you happen to question it?

I just happen to disagree with the philosophy.

HAHAHAHAHAHAAH! All I understand right now, is that one of my subjects is not naming itself after being asked so.

In a swift movement, Mori would move his hand which was holding his weapon towards the left of his opponent, knowing his hand from the sword, which he was attempting to grip. The hoe was a light tool, and it was so easy to move for him, it seemed like nothing more or less. He would look into the eyes which were blurting with anger, with yet another carefree attitude. To him? He didn't feel the aura that others happened to feel. He felt that this man, genuinely was misinterpreting so many things which he was looking at. So, he would make something rather simple the case. He wanted to beat some sense into this man very badly, but, there would be nothing that would be won. He knew that he would eventually leave this land, and after one strong figure left, another will come to conquer it in his stead. Conquering after conquering. At least, Mori could choose something that was very simply, who would be the next conqueror and why he would be a good one, if he ever were to leave. Clearly, this man before him, has the strength to back it up. I say "strength", but I don't really mean it. I guess what Mori means is that he does look intimidating, to an ant which was building a home amidst a desolate location. But, he was far from a man which he was so graciously carrying himself to be. He notices the man's anger was clearly a strong one, but, again... a light one nonetheless. Well, it was time, he said to himself. It was time to set this man, that was such a simple aggressor, to become his student, and truly conquer this land if he wanted to be, but for that to happen, he had to make clear that he understood why he would be in need of such teaching. People rarely learn from someone that is weaker than them, so step 1. Assert dominance. That trick, with the weapon, that won't fly. That just pissed him off, and clearly, as he is thinking Mori can see in his peripheral vision that people are gathering themselves up and making themselves ready for a strike. What to do, what to do... Oh.... He knew what he could do.

HOW DAR-

Careful who you rise your weapons against... He would say in the coldest, most calculated voice. Truthfully speaking, he was trying to appear intimidating, as he launched, that.


(Ninpō: Ritomasu Fōmu) Ninja Art: Litmus Form
Type: Supplementary
Rank: N/A
Range: Self - Short
Chakra: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: A simple technique, with varying applications, Litmus Form takes principles from both of it's related techniques, namely the simplicity of Litmus Finger, and the full body applications of Litmus Fist, and combines them both, to create a full-body application, which is achieved through a very simple method. This technique utilizes the Chakra that naturally leaks from the body [SUP][ ][/SUP], and is what allows Chakra Sensor-types to detect other lifeforms, such as enemy Shinobi, to create an unranked, full body cosmetic. It has been shown that this naturally exuded can be directly manipulated, such as with the "Chakra Suppression Technique", allowing the user to prevent this Chakra from escaping the body, making them virtually invisible to Chakra Sensors. This technique follows a similar principle, allowing the user to passively manipulate this ambient Chakra, moulding it much like they would for a Jutsu, applying both changes to the Shape and Element, giving it a basic "form" as it leaves the body. This however, unlike the aforementioned technique, doesn't make the user invisible to Chakra Sensors, as the Chakra is still "leaving" the user's body, simply in another "state". This allows the user to re-purpose this Chakra, for example, allowing them to wreathe themselves in flames, or cloak themselves in an aura of electrical energy, vortex of wind, etc, and other purely cosmetic applications, without any actual Chakra cost, or effort on part of the user, leaving them open to perform other actions without interference. These cosmetics carry no damage, or tangible properties, not from a lack of control or influence from the user, but simply due to them being composed of the "dregs" of one's Chakra Flow, Chakra that would otherwise go unused, making any impact on both the user, other beings, and the world around them, almost entirely negligible.

Note: Can only be taught by Iᴍᴘᴇяғᴇᴄᴛ, and only to those who have learned "(Ninpō: Ritomasu Fingā) Ninja Art: Litmus Finger" and "(Nintaijutsu: Ritomasu Fisuto) Ninja Body Technique: Litmus Fist".



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In the blink of an eye, his body would start releasing very low levels of chakra, and manipulate it to a wind release, which caused a strong omnidirectional blast of wind all around him. Well, strong really isn't the right word, all he was trying to do is simply to fright someone. But, the very mind creates a sense of danger before the body would start to feel it, so the word, paired in combination with this release of the gust of wind, would fully make everyone sit down. The wind would be able to blow over the contents on each table, and stop these people, dead on their tracks. At this point, their fear was just much larger than anything else Mori would be able to come up with. Well, this was a great effect, he didn't want to release any sort of havoc inside. As his view would go back on the Bandit Leader. Satsujin, his eyes would be locked and in fear. He knew he had to appear strong in front of his people to maintain the position of leadership, but this unconscious release, was just a reminder that what would be standing ahead of him, was something else. Thank god, this was enough. Mori would say to himself.

Sumujin. Follow me.

Shocked in fear, the man didn't even have a chance to say that his name was wrong, he just moved ahead. As if, he was called for a duel. He had no choice but to oblige. Going out right now, might mean certain death for him. But, staying inside would mean something else which was entirely different. That would mean that he would fully and forever lose his face with all the comrades and subjects that he had. The townspeople would surely revolt even if he showed any sign of weakness. Well, his strength wasn't even comparable to Mori's, so he would fully understand that the entire platoon he had, would die shortly. He knew that he had no chance against him, and that even if they all united with him, they would again fall. For the man in front of him, was a Shinobi. Someone which practiced in arts to turn the very heaven and earth to his side, as his ally. So, by the time he and all of the others would draw their sword, he would certainly be engulfed in a wall of flames, or simply, killed off in seconds. Really, it didn't matter, death was there and ready to claim him, so had a choice. And he chose to die honorably. He would breathe in another time, and look at his man, he would move his hand, warning him not to chase or follow after, simply to stay inside. He was trying his best not to lose faith, but his eyes were those of a dead man. Everyone could see, and everyone was having the same facade. As the door closed, many thought that it closed forever, for they couldn't bring themselves to try following or stopping. It would certainly be, their turn next, and this was until...

That took you hours to just pass a gate. Come on, let us go for a walk.

Walk? Aren't you... Going to kill me? - he said as his voice shaked letting out those words.

Kill you? And why would I do that?

His eyes were locked in awe to the enemy in front of him, as his feet were carrying him slowly towards him and his path.

What do you mean, why would you do that? This is what shinobi do. They kill, they conquer. The lay waste to the very world they step on. They are the rulers of this land. They are the rulers of this world.

That's certainly troublesome. I am a shinobi and have never heard of that. And what do you mean, with conquering the world?

They already have made their way to the gate of the village. Upon the tree, is still the man lying unconscious on the ground. Mori then noticed it probably would have been better of him if he had raised him up and leaned him to the tree, like he did his staff. He tenses up for a second realizing that it was his bad. Meanwhile, the man beside him would walk along, wondering about this uttered question and answer.

It's rather self explanatory, you are strong. You rule the very world which is in front of you, you rule the very land. For, you can shape the very world and land in front of you, and engulf everything. You have driven people, beings and land in your conquest. Therefore, we all try to claim our own land, for our own drive. For our own life. But, we will also be second to you.

This was certainly a troublesome idea which he had. After all, he had clearly had a godlike view over shinobi. Wasn't this lucky, he clearly revealed that the one bandit he had to run into was someone addicted to Shinobi and quite literally honing them to be gods. It would be easy to change his view and sight over things. But, this wasn't really what was the main worry across Mori's mind. He was certainly right, in his own way. Shinobi conquered and ruled the very land, and they could reshape the terrain. Earth Release, and Fire Release. But, could you really call that conquering a land? Could you really call this making the very nature bend over to your will? This was quite a concept philosophy, for in order for people to do what they did, they clearly knew of the elements. They clearly knew how to transform the wind around them, the water around them, the fire inside their hearts, and the sturdy will of the earth below them. Yet, was this conquering? Just because someone could replicate and use these philosophies, could he stop them.

You see Sonjiji. No matter how well I seem to produce gusts of wind around me, I don't really think I can ever match a hurricane's destruction. No matter how much I could create mountains in the landscape, I probably wouldn't be able to make the earth a second time. And, no matter how much my flames might burn my enemies. The sun is on another level.

You seemingly have it all wrong. I don't conquer the world, I barely understand it. But... I can conquer this hill.
- His view would move towards his right, as the shore on his left would be crashing waves behind him. He would gaze upon the hill where a cold wind would push them back.

And with something simple. Like this. - He hands him the gardening tool he had been carrying.
You could conquer it as well.

Mori clearly wasn't the best with words. He didn't have the chance to really explain what he meant, but by now, they were both at the boulder, as they were sharing this walk, with little to no talk at times, where an answer would only follow after a longer pause, and another question would only follow after a longer pause. He was trying to teach him something simple, something. He needed someone else to understand. He would understand that conquering a land, rarely means to fully destroy and take things into the shape of your will. It means taking the shape of the very land, and moving your will in accordance to it. How to utilize the land for the resources it has, and not the area which it can encompass. These towns folk weren't being conquered, they were being destroyed, by a force greater than their own, but destruction is always this ever repeating cycle, where it continues again, and again and again. Satsujin would now. The bandits would know. For, their own force was crushed by those of the Shinobi, and it will always continue being so, again and again. And in the end? The ground would win. They wouldn't be able leave an impact and neither make any use of the land, it would be dead. Clearly, to conquer was never to kill, it was to rule. But, with a gardening tool? Can it even have the strength? Can it even have the strong will to change anything proper?

Does it even have the power?

Try it out for yourself. - Mori would say and then simply point at the boulder which he called his home for so long.

As the man would move towards the boulder with the hoe in his hand, he raised the tool above his head, and struck the boulder hard. A ting was heard, a sharp metal sound. The rock was a sturdy one, no way that something as feeble as this, would be able to... And the rock simply split in 2. His eyes would be in wonder. Where the weapon striked, he changed the land, where the tool struck, and a will to change something, the weapon had its effect. No... it wasn't the weapon, the will to conquer. He was able to understand, so much more than the feeble words could explain. But, what he couldn't understand... was that he had led his entire life, taking and taking. And it always was ready and prepared, seemingly, it was time for something else to happen. He turned towards Mori gripping strong in his hand. With light in his eyes.

I am dismantling the bandits. And I shall ask for a humble estate in this land. Rather, I shall work for a humble estate. After all, I think I have a proper way.

Now you know, what it means to conquer.
- Mori said so, with a proud voice, but he couldn't have the heart to tell him, that he was being manipulated. Well, sometimes trickery is necessary. After all, it is important to learn, even if done through the wrong methods, or through a deception.

(Fūton: Kaze No Yaiba) - Wind Style: Wind Blade
Rank: A-Rank
Type: Offensive
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra Cost: 30
Damage Points: 60
Description: This technique is a pinpoint slashing strike, where the user emits chakra from their fingertips and materialises it into an near invisible weapon that assaults the enemy in a gust of wind. If the Sickle Weasel Technique can be regarded as a swarm of small wind kunai, then this technique is akin to a virtually unavoidable longsword which can leave the target's body mutilated. Just being in close proximity to the technique can cause minor cuts. The wind blades can be created and thrown, like projectiles, in rapid succession, although in this case, each one weaker than the single use application. The technique cannot be blocked by physical weapons and is insanely fast by not relying on the use of Hand seals but, because it still requires the user to perform hand gestures to use and is somewhat visible in the effect it produces, it can still be defended against by using appropriate evasion techniques or fast elemental ninjutsu.

The way back seemed to be a faster one, and one which was filled with light discussions. Some of the past of the bandit which was so excited to share stories of his past, how he would someday learn to be strong, and powerful and conquer the world. How those beliefs carried for such a long time, that he wanted to become a great leader one day, and that his family would be driven apart by the rising destruction of the ninja. Mori seemed to be listening to him fondly, making their way to the village, as the sun was setting slowly to their right, and the sky would be colored orange. It seemingly was a day which had to be a defining one. He lost his boulder, a part of his brother which was dear to him, but in truth, it was one which he would have felt too comfortable had he continued. On the way back, he would move over to the tree, grab his staff and continue to the tavern, where the people were left with closed breath. The bandit would announce how he is willing to renounce his title and become something much grander and stronger, which was a conqueror. He meant well, but even Mori was surprised to see how much honor and loyalty there was there. For they all agreed to be the same. Mori would munch on a peach he found as he would see the band slowly gather their weapons, hide them in a shed given to them, and then all ask for a stay, paying and asking how they could integrate best. It seemingly was a natural and honest change. One certainly... welcome for all.



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The Voidlord coalesced once again, this time on the Kythiran shoreline. He strode up the beach, activating his Sharingan as he did. The time had come. After a few weeks of searching he had finally found the God-Child that Imeroth had so desperately sought after. Though it seemed that Emiya had a few companions with him for his protection, including one pesky Incubus, Demetrias was confident in his ability to separate the group. He took the hilt of Blessings in his left hand, pointing the tip of the blade toward the sand. "As good a place as any. Not that it will matter much." Demetrias scoffed as he began inscribing runes and seals into the sand, forming a perfect circle with two Kanji for "Recall" and two runes of unknown origin, likely thousands of years old. He was forming a connection with the Void, using his own unique Spacetime techniques to do so. It was, in a sense, similar to Summoning Ninjutsu. But it used his connection to all living things, something obtained from the Sea of Life, to bind him to Emiya. But what surprised him was what he sensed as soon as that bind was formed. He could feel the Soul Tether that Enkidu had formed with Emiya. And that was how he capitalized on summoning them both, by pulling one after the other through the Void. Purple energy would suddenly erupt from the four seals that he had inscribed into the sand of Kythira, dragging through it Emiya and Enkidu.

"Emiya Shirou. You will give me the God-Child and step away." His voice was resolute, pointing the blade at Emiya with stone cold resolution in his blood red eyes.

( Doujutsu: Sharingan ) Eye Technique: Copy Wheel Eye (Passive)
Type: Supplementary
Rank: C - A Rank
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 15 - 30 ( -5 per turn for 1T and 2T, 10 per turn to keep active for 3T )
Damage: N/A
Description:
One of the Three Great Dōjutsu (San Daidōjutsu), the Sharingan is the kekkei genkai of the Uchiha clan. Unlike the other Dōjutsu, not all members of the Uchiha Clan possess the Sharingan. This great Dōjutsu seems to awaken only on exceptional Uchiha members and only in times of great stress. Once awaken, the pupil turns red and a single tomoe (巴) seal appears around the center pupil. As the user masters and evolves their eyes, the tomoe (巴) seals increase, topping 3 per eye. The main ability of the Sharingan, like any other Dōjutsu, is to enable the user to see the flow of chakra. This ability is further improved as the Sharingan gives color to chakra, enabling the user to differentiate chakras from different people or from different sources. Although the user can see chakra through matter, he cannot see beyond dense matter or in long distances. Coupled with the ability to see chakra, Sharingan users gain acess to an incredible clarity of perception that enables them to read insanely fast movements or minor details, enabling them the ability to foresee in an easier way, traps, incoming attacks, etc. This clarity of perception is so great that a Sharingan user can sometimes start performing a counter to an attack that is still being performed, enabling the counter to be launched only a split a second after the attack. This clarity of perception leaves Sharingan users able to track high speed movement easily as well as to read through handseals. This last ability enables them to learn techniques much faster and sometimes copy them directly from the enemy, as long as the user has the necessary chakra affinities and requirements to perform it. Finally, the Sharingan is often linked to Genjutsu and mind-manipulating illusions, mostly because the user can, mostly through Eye Contact, directly and precisely use his chakra to manipulate the enemy's chakra flow. In return, the users clarity of perception gives him the ability to more easily decipher visual illusions cast upon him and see past them. The Sharingan has a great cost to the user though. The chakra consumption disables its use for long periods of time and, even when the user grows stronger, it's still hard to keep it active for long periods of time.
Note: The user, if he hasn't gained full mastery over his Sharingan, will need to spend a move to activate it, although as long as he has chakra and enough stamina he'll be able to keep it active until the end of the match. If the user is Sannin Rank or above and has gained his 3 Tomoe Sharingan and held it for one month, he becomes able to passively activate it, meaning he'll no longer spend a move of his 3 per turn.
Note: To avoid direct Eye Contact and be able to focus only on the body movement below the chin, the opponent needs to have mastered Taijutsu to possess the necessary skill
Note: C rank usage is for 1T Sharingan, B rank usage is reserved for 2T Sharingan. A Rank usage is reserved for 3T Sharingan.
Note: Predicting the nature of a technique or what it exactly is requires the user to either know the technique or that its a cannon technique.
Note: Danzo and Kakashi bios activate the Sharingan by removing the covers in their respective eyes and suffer a +10 chakra consumption per turn penalty
Note: The user is bound by the abilities and limits of the stage of sharingan he possesses, stated in the rules of the KG.
(Sekainoowari Kara no Shukufuku) – Blessings from the End of the World
Type: Artifact
Rank: Forbidden
Range: Short – Long
Chakra: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: Like its wielder, this Katana is largely a mystery to the rest of the world.
(Monshō Kubomiomo: Demetrias) – Sigil of the Voidlord: Demetrias
Type: Supplementary
Rank: N/A
Range: Short – Long
Chakra: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: Its purpose is nefarious, and its origin is ancient. Created in the depths of the Sunlit Forge, it was formed from the union of Chakra and Life.
 

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The Voidlord coalesced once again, this time on the Kythiran shoreline. He strode up the beach, activating his Sharingan as he did. The time had come. After a few weeks of searching he had finally found the God-Child that Imeroth had so desperately sought after. Though it seemed that Emiya had a few companions with him for his protection, including one pesky Incubus, Demetrias was confident in his ability to separate the group. He took the hilt of Blessings in his left hand, pointing the tip of the blade toward the sand. "As good a place as any. Not that it will matter much." Demetrias scoffed as he began inscribing runes and seals into the sand, forming a perfect circle with two Kanji for "Recall" and two runes of unknown origin, likely thousands of years old. He was forming a connection with the Void, using his own unique Spacetime techniques to do so. It was, in a sense, similar to Summoning Ninjutsu. But it used his connection to all living things, something obtained from the Sea of Life, to bind him to Emiya. But what surprised him was what he sensed as soon as that bind was formed. He could feel the Soul Tether that Enkidu had formed with Emiya. And that was how he capitalized on summoning them both, by pulling one after the other through the Void. Purple energy would suddenly erupt from the four seals that he had inscribed into the sand of Kythira, dragging through it Emiya and Enkidu.

"Emiya Shirou. You will give me the God-Child and step away." His voice was resolute, pointing the blade at Emiya with stone cold resolution in his blood red eyes.

( Doujutsu: Sharingan ) Eye Technique: Copy Wheel Eye (Passive)
Type: Supplementary
Rank: C - A Rank
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 15 - 30 ( -5 per turn for 1T and 2T, 10 per turn to keep active for 3T )
Damage: N/A
Description:
One of the Three Great Dōjutsu (San Daidōjutsu), the Sharingan is the kekkei genkai of the Uchiha clan. Unlike the other Dōjutsu, not all members of the Uchiha Clan possess the Sharingan. This great Dōjutsu seems to awaken only on exceptional Uchiha members and only in times of great stress. Once awaken, the pupil turns red and a single tomoe (巴) seal appears around the center pupil. As the user masters and evolves their eyes, the tomoe (巴) seals increase, topping 3 per eye. The main ability of the Sharingan, like any other Dōjutsu, is to enable the user to see the flow of chakra. This ability is further improved as the Sharingan gives color to chakra, enabling the user to differentiate chakras from different people or from different sources. Although the user can see chakra through matter, he cannot see beyond dense matter or in long distances. Coupled with the ability to see chakra, Sharingan users gain acess to an incredible clarity of perception that enables them to read insanely fast movements or minor details, enabling them the ability to foresee in an easier way, traps, incoming attacks, etc. This clarity of perception is so great that a Sharingan user can sometimes start performing a counter to an attack that is still being performed, enabling the counter to be launched only a split a second after the attack. This clarity of perception leaves Sharingan users able to track high speed movement easily as well as to read through handseals. This last ability enables them to learn techniques much faster and sometimes copy them directly from the enemy, as long as the user has the necessary chakra affinities and requirements to perform it. Finally, the Sharingan is often linked to Genjutsu and mind-manipulating illusions, mostly because the user can, mostly through Eye Contact, directly and precisely use his chakra to manipulate the enemy's chakra flow. In return, the users clarity of perception gives him the ability to more easily decipher visual illusions cast upon him and see past them. The Sharingan has a great cost to the user though. The chakra consumption disables its use for long periods of time and, even when the user grows stronger, it's still hard to keep it active for long periods of time.
Note: The user, if he hasn't gained full mastery over his Sharingan, will need to spend a move to activate it, although as long as he has chakra and enough stamina he'll be able to keep it active until the end of the match. If the user is Sannin Rank or above and has gained his 3 Tomoe Sharingan and held it for one month, he becomes able to passively activate it, meaning he'll no longer spend a move of his 3 per turn.
Note: To avoid direct Eye Contact and be able to focus only on the body movement below the chin, the opponent needs to have mastered Taijutsu to possess the necessary skill
Note: C rank usage is for 1T Sharingan, B rank usage is reserved for 2T Sharingan. A Rank usage is reserved for 3T Sharingan.
Note: Predicting the nature of a technique or what it exactly is requires the user to either know the technique or that its a cannon technique.
Note: Danzo and Kakashi bios activate the Sharingan by removing the covers in their respective eyes and suffer a +10 chakra consumption per turn penalty
Note: The user is bound by the abilities and limits of the stage of sharingan he possesses, stated in the rules of the KG.
(Sekainoowari Kara no Shukufuku) – Blessings from the End of the World
Type: Artifact
Rank: Forbidden
Range: Short – Long
Chakra: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: Like its wielder, this Katana is largely a mystery to the rest of the world.
(Monshō Kubomiomo: Demetrias) – Sigil of the Voidlord: Demetrias
Type: Supplementary
Rank: N/A
Range: Short – Long
Chakra: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: Its purpose is nefarious, and its origin is ancient. Created in the depths of the Sunlit Forge, it was formed from the union of Chakra and Life.
One moment Emiya was about to respond to Merlin about what had occurred while he left, presumably to ruin yet more lives of would-be Heroes of Justice, the next, Emiya found himself on an unfamiliar shore, far from his friends, or any help whatsoever, with the only familiar faces present being Enkidu and the drunkard from the clinic. While he didn't know how, or why, it was clear what had happened the moment the man pointed his blade at him, and demanded he hand over Enkidu. Somehow, blatantly in front of everyone, this unknown figure had planted some method of pulling both himself and Enkidu through Space-Time. Or maybe it wasn't as simple as that. He'd requested Emiya hand over Enkidu, yet couldn't he have easily just pulled Enkidu through Space-Time, through whatever means he used, leaving Emiya back with everyone else, scratching his head at exactly what just happened? Why bring Emiya in the first place, when Enkidu was the target? Maybe he couldn't just target Enkidu? Despite being a Child, he was a "God" after all. Maybe this man was forced to bring Emiya by necessity? However Emiya had absolutely nothing to go off of, except for the scrawlings in the ground, and the blade pointed in his face. This man was not a friend, nor was he a drunken bystander. Whatever he was, he was an enemy of Emiya, which made things very clear, even if everything else was obfuscated and shrouded in mystery, leaving Emiya to claw out at the darkness and smoke with guesses and assumptions. One such assumption was that the scrawlings on the ground were how he found himself here with Enkidu. The inner workings of the actual technique were already complete, but these runes in the dirt/ sand were the physical thing that drew him here specifically. It was pretty easy to guess that simply running wasn't an option. Without knowing the exact means, the man could probably just write up another rune, and pull him and Enkidu back. So, destroying that, and preventing further creation of it was a top priority, beyond mere survival... It was pretty clear. This was not a good situation he found himself in. But there was one absolute within this situation; Emiya would never hand over Enkidu. Despite everything else, that was non-negotiable, and Demetrias would realize this very quickly. Grabbing Enkidu, and pulling him close, Emiya then channeled Chakra throughout his body, increasing his weight several times over. This caused the ground beneath him to give way and shatter, having the very intentional effect of destroying the circle of runes used to presumably summon him and Enkidu here, before leaping back to the edge of Long Range, 15m away. While with his Sharingan he'd easily be able to track the movement, Emiya's intention wasn't to confuse the figure, it was to simply give himself, and more importantly Enkidu some well-needed breathing room.

(Rinyūaru Tekondō: Bo-Bup) | Renewal Taekwondo: Way of Walking
Type: Supplementary
Rank: D-Rank/ B-Rank/ A-Rank
Range: Short - Mid
Chakra: 10/ 20/ 30
Damage: N/A
Description: The user begins this technique as they would any technique from RE Taekwondo, by increasing their weight by a certain amount for a brief instant, in relation to the amount of energy they wish to generate, using the basic principles of the Fighting Style. The user then directs this energy, using one of their legs, into the other leg, and expends it in order to “kick” or "push" off the ground with a tremendous amount of force, propelling the user at high speeds in a single, linear direction. It would require the Tracking Capabilities of a 2 Tomoe Sharingan or Higher to track this movement. This technique has 3 stages, each with their own Rank and distance it allows the user to traverse.

D-Rank: Weight Manipulation costs 10 Chakra, and allows the user to move up to 5m.
B-Rank: Weight Manipulation costs 20 Chakra, and allows the user to move up to 10m.
A-Rank: Weight Manipulation costs 30 Chakra, and allows the user to travel up to 15m.​

Note: This technique cannot be performed consecutively within the same turn.
Note: The A-Rank usage of this technique can be used a max of 4 times per battle. Additionally after the A-Rank version of this Jutsu is used, this technique cannot be used for 2 turns.

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"You may not be drunk, but you sure are acting like it if you think I'm handing him over."

His talk was big, but Emiya had no idea who, or what he was up against. The Sharingan was a big hint, but beyond that, he clearly wasn't your average opponent. It was common enough for people to transport themselves with little effort, but others? With no visible marking, or trigger, or indicator of any sort? That went beyond even techniques belonging to noted figures of the Ninja World, like Minato Namikaze. With little else to go off of, Emiya simply resigned himself to doing what he did best; put others first. Placing Enkidu down, and nudging him behind himself, Emiya took a deep breath and prepared for the worst.

"Hey Enkidu, there's this game we humans play as children called 'Tag'. The rules are really easy. One person's 'it', and everyone else stays away from them, because if they touch you, you're it instead. What do you say we play now? He's it. I bet you could find a nice, safe spot far from here. There aren't any rules about teleporting either, so it's not cheating if you go really far."

It was clear he was putting on a brave face, despite the circumstances, for Enkidu's sake more than anything else. It was his hope that Enkidu would take his clear, directed hint to leave, and stay away for as long as possible. Despite his status as a God, and his help potentially being a key factor in this fight, first it wasn't in Emiya to let a child be subjected to the horrors of war, and secondly, he didn't know enough about this man, his abilities, motives, or anything else to know Enkidu's being here wasn't a risk in itself. Much safer for Enkidu to leave, potentially gather help and avoid whatever this man's intentions for him were entirely. While he did that, Emiya would keep him occupied, hopefully learn how he was pulled here from Tsumigakure, and more importantly how to prevent it from happening again. If he could manage that, then he could at least leave, and only have to worry about being dragged back again and again. Not that doing so would change his mind, or his answer.
 
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Demetrias was no man of conflict like the late Sai Uchiha. His former self had seen considerable violence; he was a veteran of three wars, one of which would eventually sow the seeds to the Freehold's collapse. His life was stricken by death and loss throughout it. He had killed innumerable Senju, men that at one point or another he could have even been friends with. And his own siblings and clanmates were wiped out in the hundreds. For Sai Uchiha it was part of every day life, and that never changed when he became the Uchiha Clan's leader like he thought it would. Perhaps it had been naivety, or ignorance; but the Voidlord, at the time, was convinced that if he had become leader of his clan, he could bring peace. He thought perhaps they could work with the Freehold, find everlasting peace under the banner of an empire. But he was wrong. War ensued, as it always did. And conflict wore down the man that was Sai Uchiha until he eventually turned into the Voidlord Demetrias. He took no pleasure in Emiya's response, felt no surge of adrenaline that a battle was about to occur on Kythira, or even looked forward to the young man's soon-to-be sacrifice.

But despite a deep desire for peace across all living things, the ultimate goal of their coalition, Demetrias was no pacifist. And so as Emiya leaped backwards, a movement easily tracked with the Voidlord's Sharingan, the Voidlord struck. His question prompted no movement as a response, no question, no argument. It only warranted a yes, submission, and acknowledgement - to surrender Enkidu, and to step away. But his leap was no step, and it was unacceptable. Before Emiya would leave mid-range of Demetrias the Voidlord would strike, quickly sheathing his blade and unsheathing it in a single and swift motion. An arc of cyan energy would emerge from the blade, moving so quickly that any attempt to use more than two hand seals would be met with certain devastation. But the attack was peculiar; it was no physical sword strike, it was spiritual in nature. Despite its spiritual nature Emiya would still be able to see it, and interact with it, as normal. But the arc of energy and the sword that it came from were both equally as interesting. The nature of the sword itself was an artifact similar to one that the Ronin wield, a blade that affords one Spiritual Kenjutsu. But there was something else about it...something even more peculiar that made the blade all the more unique and fascinating, especially to Emiya's alter ego Muramasa. It was a God-Slaying Tool. And should that strike strike Emiya before he exited mid-range his soul would suffer certain mutilation with the strike aimed at his sternum.

"That is truly unfortunate, Emiya Shirou. I am over three centuries old, a veteran of innumerable wars, an ancient harbinger of a war that started eight thousand years ago. Who are you to me?" The Voidlord's voice was cold, rigid, and unbending. Genuine disappointment could be heard in it as the arc of energy swept across the sand to Emiya's exposed body.

(Sekainoowari Kara no Shukufuku) – Blessings from the End of the World (Reference)
Type: Artifact
Rank: Forbidden
Range: Short – Long
Chakra: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: It was said in ancient times that the end of the world would not come about at the hands of gods, but at the hands of humans. It is an artifact katana rife with Void energy, noted to be one of the God-Slaying Tools. Forged in the depths of the Sunlit Forge, it is similar to the blades of the Ronin, capable of cutting through the soul with spiritual damage rather than inflicting physical; a style that the Ronin call Spiritual Kenjutsu. The blade is capable of accessing a special technique known as Spiritual Iaidō, a form of quickdraw, used to prevent hand seals and restrict Ninjutsu. By extension, it is able to grant the user access to the Spiritual Kenjutsu technique list. Through the blade the user’s Spiritual Kenjutsu is augmented, strengthening techniques in the field by an additional 30 damage. All strikes made by the sword, including those done through Spiritual Sword techniques, inflict spiritual damage; this is best compared to the Shinigami cutting Orochimaru’s arms off. As one of the God-Slaying Tools it is capable of inflicting damage without negation or reduction upon Divine beings; this enhancement translates to all of the user’s techniques and abilities that involve the sword in some way, notably Kenjutsu and Bukijutsu. It is indestructible through normal means, and can only be damaged by other Divine beings. When used by Demetrias, the blade’s cutting potential is enhanced and allows it to extend the range of any Kenjutsu technique by one range unit. Visually this appears as crescents and strikes of energy lashing out from the tip of the blade, extending the range when necessary.
(Seishin Iaidō) – Art of the Spiritual Quick Draw
Type: Offensive, Defensive
Rank: A – Forbidden (A)
Range: Short
Chakra: 30 – 50 (30)
Damage: 60 – 90 (60 + 30 = 90)
Description: Spiritual Iaidō is the unique to the form of Kenjutsu practiced by Rōnin. Like its physical counterpart, this method of quick drawing a blade prevents enemies from using hand seals, thus preventing them from using Ninjutsu. At A-Rank, this technique is capable of preventing more than 2 Hand Seals from being chained together. S-Rank is capable of preventing more than one hand seal, while Forbidden ranked usage is capable of preventing even one hand seal. The damage inflicted by Spiritual Iaidō is directed toward the spirit and the soul; cuts inflicted upon the soul inflict spiritual damage.
Note: Can only be used by Rōnin biographies.
Note: A-Rank can be used three times, S-Rank can be used twice, and Forbidden rank can be used once.

Official challenge to Emiya and Enkidu.
Health: 700
Chakra: 12,000 - 30 = 11,970
 
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Upon her arrival to apparent location of the two individuals of note, Mirabelle’s eyes started to scan the area for any signs of them but as she got into better range, her chakra sensory allowed her to pick up on the signal belonging to Emiya, having sensed it back in Tsumigakure. Sensing it meant one thing, he was alive. A sigh of relief left her mouth as she quickly transverse over the lands as fast as she could. Upon arrival, she noticed the two of them. Her being unable to detect Enkidu was evident not so long ago when she activated her sensory skill back in the village clinic but even with a superior for of sensing, she still couldn’t feel anything from him. “Emiya!” she yelled out to him as she approached. Once she landed near the two, she immediately grabbed onto him as she scanned his face and body for any signs of damage.

She was doctor too, so scanning him was her first task to make sure he wasn’t too injured. “Oh thank you goodness you’re ok…” she said but as she looked at Enkidu, she noticed he grew once more but stilled very young. She was sure he was fine…until she noticed his injury. “Shit!” she said turning to him as she kneeled down to be closer to him. “Crap crap crap…” she said panicking for a moment but too a moment to stop as she gently placed her hand on his own. She utilized her highest form of healing, as she tried to utilize her Yang natured energy in an attempt to close his wounds “Does it hurt?” she asked, not knowing if it will work or not but its better than not trying.

Emiya…I’m sorry it took me so late to get here…Solomon insisted we wait…but..sigh…sometimes I wonder with that man” she said questioning her former mentor. She needed to have a private chat with him for sure, but more importantly she needed to find out what happened. “Who summoned you both here? And what happened to them?” she asked, looking around a bit as she noticed a broken sword on the ground not too far from the others. “Isn’t that…” she thought for a moment back to the drunk man back at the clinic from before. The sword looked identical to the one she had sheathed back then, which she can only chalk up to him having been the one to summon them, though this was only a theory for the time being. She waited for him to confirm or deny any information.

Type: Supplementary
Rank: S-Rank
Range: Short
Chakra cost:70 per use
Damage points: N/A
Description: Through the infusion of Yang natured chakra into others, users can heal others to their original best physical form. It can be used to regrow missing body parts, heal wounds, purge poisons, etc. The target needs to be alive and the bigger the injury, the longer it takes to heal. The limits of the heal, however, are almost none as it can heal 150 damage per turn and can even heal the chakra system or other injuries that are otherwise not possible to be healed. The technique requires time and physical contact and as such isn't very suited to use in a battle when compared to regular Iryo Ninjutsu.
Note: Yang Release masters are able to use on themselves.

900 Senjutsu - 40 (Previous Travel Posts) = 860 - 70 = 790 Senjutsu
 
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Wound up beyond the point of reason, and fueled with pure adrenaline, all else fell away as Emiya aimed to cut Demetrias' arm reaching out for Enkidu. Even with each individual aspect of his body acting as if it had a mind of it's own, Emiya's mind was tunnel visioning on cutting that arm, with his own arm as the sword. He did not recognize, nor really care for the change to Demetrias' form. He could not be allowed to lay a hand on Enkidu if he truly could utilize Space-Time Jutsu, so Emiya continued his threefold slash. While he was expecting his hand to glide through the flesh of his opponent, for it to provide no resistance at all, for there to feel like "nothing" was there, for a moment Emiya believed he'd already failed, that in a second Demetrias and Enkidu would vanish from sight, leaving him to bask in the shame of defeat, and the loss of a being powerful enough to enact true change in the world... Instead, after that moment had passed, where he thought he'd lost, he felt his soul itself set ablaze. Unbeknownst to Emiya, Demetrias could easily follow his movements, regardless of their speed, or their number generated by said speed, and in response had made himself intangible, causing his attacks to go through him, while suffering the effects of direct contact with the unknown Mangekyō Sharingan-based flames that assaulted him spiritually rather than physically. Not just once, but three times did his arm pass through those flames, a result of his own hasted attack, forcing himself to bear the brunt, and effects of this unknown Jutsu multiple times. He felt as though he'd been plunged into the core of a star, his body surrounded by fire, the blaze licking at his very soul. He wasn't just surrounded by fire, he was invaded by it. He was fire. While Emiya felt like he was being burned to ashes from the inside out, he was able to catch glimpses of Enkidu attacking Demetrias' blade with some manner of chain, shattering it, and seemingly forcing the Voidlord to retreat. Reeling from the absolute, overwhelming pain (OOC: 120 damage x3 from passing through Demetrias' arm 3 times via Tsubame Gaeshi. 360 damage total.) Emiya began to completely pass out, his soul itself burned beyond any logical limits. His vision began to blur, as darkness crept along the periphery of his vision, but before he was fully rendered unconscious, a soft red warmth radiated from within his person, emitting a warmth that saved him from blacking out completely.

( Sōshō Heisa no Shūhen ) - Periapt of Wound Closure
Type: Artifact
Rank: A
Range: N/A
Chakra: N/A
Damage: ( heals 40 )
Description: The Periapt of Wound Closure is a tiny heart-shaped charm with two passive effects. The first is when the wielder is rendered unconscious by any form of damage it will automatically heal them by forty points of damage. This is a minuscule amount but it is enough to rouse them from unconsciousness and allow them to move, act, and fight without needing to wait out the usual health regeneration period. This happens passively, and autonomously. The secondary effect is that any healing effect used upon the wielder is 1.5xs more effective only on the wielder excluding Yang Release. So a technique that would heal them for thirty health instead, heals them for forty-five health. This is only true for techniques used by the user on themselves. This effect excludes the Periapt of Wound Closure which always heals the same fixed forty health no matter the wielder or their abilities.

Note: The unconscious healing effect can be used once per arc.

Reeling from the pain, but still awake, and more importantly standing, Emiya looked down at his arm. While there were no "burns" to speak of, the entire limb looked a terrible shade of purple, as though heavily bruised, perhaps even necrotic. Whatever those flames were, they did not "burn him", though what exactly they did was beyond his comprehension. He'd never seen a wound like this, but even more importantly, what saved him from fainting, even dying? Thumbing though his clothes, he found the culprit. A small pendant he'd received as a gift from Horus back on Kinai Island. Though it seemed completely inert, and devoid of any energy now, it had almost undoubtedly saved his life. Taking a moment to gather his breath, and check the surroundings, just in case their opponent decided he wasn't quite done yet, Emiya's attention turned to Enkidu, feeling nothing but guilt at the sight of the injured Child, forced to play the role of combatant, and was almost stolen because of them, because of Emiya's poor choices. If his right arm wasn't completely unresponsive, he'd have balled it into a fist despite the pain he'd no doubt experience. Instead he settled for taking a seat next to Enkidu, and the shattered remains of Demetrias' blade.

"Enkidu I... I'm..."

He felt tears begin to well up, threatening to spill over in a downpour of emotion, but he swallowed that down as quickly as possible. He wanted to apologize, and ask Enkidu for his forgiveness, but did he even have that right? It was his incompetence that landed them here after all. His selfishness that left Enkidu to deal with a being seemingly capable of inflicting pain on a God. And his blind rage at "saving" Enkidu that would have ended the fight completely, had Enkidu not responded, and destroyed the blade at his throat. Every single choice of his was wrong in this fight. So for him to be alive, sat next to his friend, with their opponent seemingly forced to retreat, it was an outcome he didn't deserve. Despite the damage he'd sustained, Emiya didn't think it was even close to what he actually deserved after everything that had happened in such a short time. It threw into question once more his capacity to protect Enkidu, or even why he was the one to find him in the first place. After all this, Emiya wouldn't be surprised if Merlin, Solomon, and even Enkidu himself were to blame him, call him out on his inability to protect the God, and tell him he was playing a game he was woefully unprepared for. He thought himself capable of throwing himself in the way of anything that threatened Enkidu, expecting everything to work out in the end, and yet here he was, on the verge of death, an inch away from total defeat, his spirit almost completely destroyed, both metaphorically and literally. Seeing no point in begging Enkidu for forgiveness, Emiya raised his destroyed arm on to his leg, and attempted to heal it with the same type of orb he blindly used to try and heal Demetrias' face as he feigned drunkenness back in the Earthen Badlands, and smash his face into the floor. Feeling no response whatsoever, he flicked a finger over to Enkidu, as he was injured just as much as him. Whether or not the orb's healing would even work on a God, or the type of wound Demetrias inflicted on him was unclear, but it wasn't working on his own wound, so the natural response was to hand it over to Enkidu.

(Zenyatta Kyutai) Zenyatta Orbs
Type: Tool
Rank: S-Rank
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: Special drone Orbs created by a Monk named Zenyatta. These Orbs are created out of an unknown chakra metal and filled with Zenyatta's chakra. The user will have six orbs that hover near the user or that can be warn like a large necklace. The user can freely manipulate these orbs through an attached transceiver connected behind the users ears. They supply their own power source within them via batteries. Depending on the type of orb used, they will create a link to a target glowing yellow for Harmony or purple for Discord. This link will supply a different effect to a target depending on the type of orb used.

Orb of Discord: Amplifies any amount damage the target takes by 30 additional damage. This doesn't cause damage, only increases the amount of damage a target receives.

Orb of Harmony: Slowly restores 15 health to the target per turn when wounded, or reduces the amount of damage they take by 30. Only one effect can be in place at a time.

These orbs can be directed to a target within a mid-ranged area. Once within short range of the target they will connect to the target and remain attached, even if a target moves to long range. They can be countered with B-rank lightning or A-rank technique, causing them to return to their owner. A-rank lightning or S-rank technique can destroy the orbs indefinitely.

Note:
-Discord Orbs last 3 turns per use, require a two turn cool down and can only be used three times per battle/event
-Harmony Orbs last 3 turns per use, require a two turn cool down and can only be used three times per battle/event
-A target can only be targeted with a single orb at a time.
-Can only be taught by Serpent

Not long after Demetrias had departed, one of the people they'd met back in Tsuchi Heiho arrived; Mira. How she found them was a question that could definitely wait, Emiya was just happy to see a friendly, familiar face. As she doted over Enkidu's clearly more grievous wound by comparison to his own, Emiya stared at the shattered remnants of the katana. Mira saying how Solomon requested that they wait did sit uneasy with Emiya, but the man was clearly well respected by Merlin, and didn't seem to have any malicious reason why he would ask such a thing. Did he know that the fight would end like this? Was he counting on Emiya to pull through? His faith was wholeheartedly misplaced, at least to Emiya. As he knew already, the result, while technically a victory, it was just that. Only technically a victory. Emiya returned his thoughts to that sword. It had seemingly wounded Enkidu, yet he'd destroyed it just as easily. Was it not the weapon, but the wielder that could wound Enkidu after all? It was destroyed by Enkidu after all. As Mira's attention drifted from Enkidu to the sword as well, recognizing it from the brief interaction back at Iskandrous' clinic, and, more or less asking for confirmation, Emiya didn't really see the need to hide it.

"Yeah, it's the drunks, from the clinic. He's behind this, but I don't know anything else, beyond the fact that Enkidu was his target.
I... Was just in his way."

Emiya stopped himself from continuing the sentence, deciding against making the snide remark that he was in the way "again". Instead he gave a hearty sigh, believing the danger to be over, for the moment. But if that man was brazen enough to approach him in broad daylight, in front of countless witnesses, and had the resources to inflict pain upon a God, there was no doubt in Emiya's mind that he'd try again. And it was doubtful that he'd show even a modicum of restrain if he did. He'd already received his answer after all, that Emiya would not hand Enkidu over willingly. If the pair wished to survive that guaranteed eventuality, they both had a lot of maturing to do, and fast... Knowing that the only person around here who had definitive answers was Solomon, their next destination was undoubtedly to go to him. Someone who, through Mira's own words, implied he knew what had happened, and decided that Emiya was capable of something. Defending himself? Protecting Enkidu? Victory? It didn't matter to Emiya, because he felt like he achieved none of those things. He was down an arm, Enkidu received a seemingly grievous wound, and Emiya was one moment away from losing Enkidu to the man's dark intentions. As such, Emiya doubted Solomon's actions, however, seeing as he was the only way to move forward through this ordeal, Emiya got to his feet, and went about gathering the remnants of Demetrias' sword, bundling them together in some of the torn fabric from his cloak. At the very least it could serve as a painful reminder of this battle, and a warning for everything he stood to lose should he fail again. With the blades shards gathered, he turned his attention to Mira, whose efforts at healing Enkidu's wounds were going as well as his own.

"So where's everyone else? No offense, but I don't imagine you were the only one to come rushing to help us after what happened? Is Merlin hanging back with Solomon, or something? And what about everyone else back at the Clinic? Are they okay?"

It was a fair few questions he was asking, but Emiya had no idea what had occurred outside of being brought here, and failing to fight a true threat to a God. Same as Mira no doubt harbored her own questions about what had occurred, but aside from confirming her suspicion that it was the drunk, he was in no mood to give a play-by-play of his utter incompetency. He was content waiting for Mira's reply, and to make their way to Solomon as soon as possible.
 

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Wound up beyond the point of reason, and fueled with pure adrenaline, all else fell away as Emiya aimed to cut Demetrias' arm reaching out for Enkidu. Even with each individual aspect of his body acting as if it had a mind of it's own, Emiya's mind was tunnel visioning on cutting that arm, with his own arm as the sword. He did not recognize, nor really care for the change to Demetrias' form. He could not be allowed to lay a hand on Enkidu if he truly could utilize Space-Time Jutsu, so Emiya continued his threefold slash. While he was expecting his hand to glide through the flesh of his opponent, for it to provide no resistance at all, for there to feel like "nothing" was there, for a moment Emiya believed he'd already failed, that in a second Demetrias and Enkidu would vanish from sight, leaving him to bask in the shame of defeat, and the loss of a being powerful enough to enact true change in the world... Instead, after that moment had passed, where he thought he'd lost, he felt his soul itself set ablaze. Unbeknownst to Emiya, Demetrias could easily follow his movements, regardless of their speed, or their number generated by said speed, and in response had made himself intangible, causing his attacks to go through him, while suffering the effects of direct contact with the unknown Mangekyō Sharingan-based flames that assaulted him spiritually rather than physically. Not just once, but three times did his arm pass through those flames, a result of his own hasted attack, forcing himself to bear the brunt, and effects of this unknown Jutsu multiple times. He felt as though he'd been plunged into the core of a star, his body surrounded by fire, the blaze licking at his very soul. He wasn't just surrounded by fire, he was invaded by it. He was fire. While Emiya felt like he was being burned to ashes from the inside out, he was able to catch glimpses of Enkidu attacking Demetrias' blade with some manner of chain, shattering it, and seemingly forcing the Voidlord to retreat. Reeling from the absolute, overwhelming pain (OOC: 120 damage x3 from passing through Demetrias' arm 3 times via Tsubame Gaeshi. 360 damage total.) Emiya began to completely pass out, his soul itself burned beyond any logical limits. His vision began to blur, as darkness crept along the periphery of his vision, but before he was fully rendered unconscious, a soft red warmth radiated from within his person, emitting a warmth that saved him from blacking out completely.
( Sōshō Heisa no Shūhen ) - Periapt of Wound Closure
Type: Artifact
Rank: A
Range: N/A
Chakra: N/A
Damage: ( heals 40 )
Description: The Periapt of Wound Closure is a tiny heart-shaped charm with two passive effects. The first is when the wielder is rendered unconscious by any form of damage it will automatically heal them by forty points of damage. This is a minuscule amount but it is enough to rouse them from unconsciousness and allow them to move, act, and fight without needing to wait out the usual health regeneration period. This happens passively, and autonomously. The secondary effect is that any healing effect used upon the wielder is 1.5xs more effective only on the wielder excluding Yang Release. So a technique that would heal them for thirty health instead, heals them for forty-five health. This is only true for techniques used by the user on themselves. This effect excludes the Periapt of Wound Closure which always heals the same fixed forty health no matter the wielder or their abilities.
Note: The unconscious healing effect can be used once per arc.
Reeling from the pain, but still awake, and more importantly standing, Emiya looked down at his arm. While there were no "burns" to speak of, the entire limb looked a terrible shade of purple, as though heavily bruised, perhaps even necrotic. Whatever those flames were, they did not "burn him", though what exactly they did was beyond his comprehension. He'd never seen a wound like this, but even more importantly, what saved him from fainting, even dying? Thumbing though his clothes, he found the culprit. A small pendant he'd received as a gift from Horus back on Kinai Island. Though it seemed completely inert, and devoid of any energy now, it had almost undoubtedly saved his life. Taking a moment to gather his breath, and check the surroundings, just in case their opponent decided he wasn't quite done yet, Emiya's attention turned to Enkidu, feeling nothing but guilt at the sight of the injured Child, forced to play the role of combatant, and was almost stolen because of them, because of Emiya's poor choices. If his right arm wasn't completely unresponsive, he'd have balled it into a fist despite the pain he'd no doubt experience. Instead he settled for taking a seat next to Enkidu, and the shattered remains of Demetrias' blade.

"Enkidu I... I'm..."

He felt tears begin to well up, threatening to spill over in a downpour of emotion, but he swallowed that down as quickly as possible. He wanted to apologize, and ask Enkidu for his forgiveness, but did he even have that right? It was his incompetence that landed them here after all. His selfishness that left Enkidu to deal with a being seemingly capable of inflicting pain on a God. And his blind rage at "saving" Enkidu that would have ended the fight completely, had Enkidu not responded, and destroyed the blade at his throat. Every single choice of his was wrong in this fight. So for him to be alive, sat next to his friend, with their opponent seemingly forced to retreat, it was an outcome he didn't deserve. Despite the damage he'd sustained, Emiya didn't think it was even close to what he actually deserved after everything that had happened in such a short time. It threw into question once more his capacity to protect Enkidu, or even why he was the one to find him in the first place. After all this, Emiya wouldn't be surprised if Merlin, Solomon, and even Enkidu himself were to blame him, call him out on his inability to protect the God, and tell him he was playing a game he was woefully unprepared for. He thought himself capable of throwing himself in the way of anything that threatened Enkidu, expecting everything to work out in the end, and yet here he was, on the verge of death, an inch away from total defeat, his spirit almost completely destroyed, both metaphorically and literally. Seeing no point in begging Enkidu for forgiveness, Emiya raised his destroyed arm on to his leg, and attempted to heal it with the same type of orb he blindly used to try and heal Demetrias' face as he feigned drunkenness back in the Earthen Badlands, and smash his face into the floor. Feeling no response whatsoever, he flicked a finger over to Enkidu, as he was injured just as much as him. Whether or not the orb's healing would even work on a God, or the type of wound Demetrias inflicted on him was unclear, but it wasn't working on his own wound, so the natural response was to hand it over to Enkidu.
(Zenyatta Kyutai) Zenyatta Orbs
Type:
Tool
Rank: S-Rank
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: Special drone Orbs created by a Monk named Zenyatta. These Orbs are created out of an unknown chakra metal and filled with Zenyatta's chakra. The user will have six orbs that hover near the user or that can be warn like a large necklace. The user can freely manipulate these orbs through an attached transceiver connected behind the users ears. They supply their own power source within them via batteries. Depending on the type of orb used, they will create a link to a target glowing yellow for Harmony or purple for Discord. This link will supply a different effect to a target depending on the type of orb used.
Orb of Discord: Amplifies any amount damage the target takes by 30 additional damage. This doesn't cause damage, only increases the amount of damage a target receives.
Orb of Harmony: Slowly restores 15 health to the target per turn when wounded, or reduces the amount of damage they take by 30. Only one effect can be in place at a time.
These orbs can be directed to a target within a mid-ranged area. Once within short range of the target they will connect to the target and remain attached, even if a target moves to long range. They can be countered with B-rank lightning or A-rank technique, causing them to return to their owner. A-rank lightning or S-rank technique can destroy the orbs indefinitely.
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-Discord Orbs last 3 turns per use, require a two turn cool down and can only be used three times per battle/event
-Harmony Orbs last 3 turns per use, require a two turn cool down and can only be used three times per battle/event
-A target can only be targeted with a single orb at a time.
-Can only be taught by Serpent
Not long after Demetrias had departed, one of the people they'd met back in Tsuchi Heiho arrived; Mira. How she found them was a question that could definitely wait, Emiya was just happy to see a friendly, familiar face. As she doted over Enkidu's clearly more grievous wound by comparison to his own, Emiya stared at the shattered remnants of the katana. Mira saying how Solomon requested that they wait did sit uneasy with Emiya, but the man was clearly well respected by Merlin, and didn't seem to have any malicious reason why he would ask such a thing. Did he know that the fight would end like this? Was he counting on Emiya to pull through? His faith was wholeheartedly misplaced, at least to Emiya. As he knew already, the result, while technically a victory, it was just that. Only technically a victory. Emiya returned his thoughts to that sword. It had seemingly wounded Enkidu, yet he'd destroyed it just as easily. Was it not the weapon, but the wielder that could wound Enkidu after all? It was destroyed by Enkidu after all. As Mira's attention drifted from Enkidu to the sword as well, recognizing it from the brief interaction back at Iskandrous' clinic, and, more or less asking for confirmation, Emiya didn't really see the need to hide it.

"Yeah, it's the drunks, from the clinic. He's behind this, but I don't know anything else, beyond the fact that Enkidu was his target.
I... Was just in his way."

Emiya stopped himself from continuing the sentence, deciding against making the snide remark that he was in the way "again". Instead he gave a hearty sigh, believing the danger to be over, for the moment. But if that man was brazen enough to approach him in broad daylight, in front of countless witnesses, and had the resources to inflict pain upon a God, there was no doubt in Emiya's mind that he'd try again. And it was doubtful that he'd show even a modicum of restrain if he did. He'd already received his answer after all, that Emiya would not hand Enkidu over willingly. If the pair wished to survive that guaranteed eventuality, they both had a lot of maturing to do, and fast... Knowing that the only person around here who had definitive answers was Solomon, their next destination was undoubtedly to go to him. Someone who, through Mira's own words, implied he knew what had happened, and decided that Emiya was capable of something. Defending himself? Protecting Enkidu? Victory? It didn't matter to Emiya, because he felt like he achieved none of those things. He was down an arm, Enkidu received a seemingly grievous wound, and Emiya was one moment away from losing Enkidu to the man's dark intentions. As such, Emiya doubted Solomon's actions, however, seeing as he was the only way to move forward through this ordeal, Emiya got to his feet, and went about gathering the remnants of Demetrias' sword, bundling them together in some of the torn fabric from his cloak. At the very least it could serve as a painful reminder of this battle, and a warning for everything he stood to lose should he fail again. With the blades shards gathered, he turned his attention to Mira, whose efforts at healing Enkidu's wounds were going as well as his own.
"So where's everyone else? No offense, but I don't imagine you were the only one to come rushing to help us after what happened? Is Merlin hanging back with Solomon, or something? And what about everyone else back at the Clinic? Are they okay?"

It was a fair few questions he was asking, but Emiya had no idea what had occurred outside of being brought here, and failing to fight a true threat to a God. Same as Mira no doubt harbored her own questions about what had occurred, but aside from confirming her suspicion that it was the drunk, he was in no mood to give a play-by-play of his utter incompetency. He was content waiting for Mira's reply, and to make their way to Solomon as soon as possible.
So it seems her thought process was correct, it was the drunk after all, something that made her uneasy for a moment. “The members of the cult…if they can so easily blend in much like us…there’s no telling who really is on our side or not…” she said outloud. Her attention to Enkidu’s wound seems like it wasn’t working. His biology was beyond her knowledge or more so, beyond her own existence. He was a god in the flesh after all. There was little even her heightened medical knowledge can do about it. Perhaps he can heal it himself, but regardless of this, she simply stopped her efforts, turning to Emiya now. She wasn’t in the most attractive form, considering she looked a like hybrid of human and dragon, but this was her own fault not taking the time to properly master senjutsu. Regardless of this, she sighed, deciding to answer all of his questions to the best of her knowledge.

Well Merlin guided us initially upon your disappearance to find Solomon. Once we did, he told us to wait for whatever reason…perhaps he had faith in you to achieve victory, but sometimes his thinking always scared me” she gave a light hearted chuckle. This smile however soon faded into back into a worried soft look. “Everyone else is fine, a small strike team gathered immediately lead by Merlin and we tried to come to your aid but alas, by time he finally revealed your location to us I was the first to come. I wouldn’t doubt some of the others are on their way here now as back up” she said hoping to assure Emiya.

“Here take this” she said tossing him a medical pill should he need it. “It will help restore your chakra, use it when you need it. I can heal you as well if you need me to…” she said approaching him with her hand out. “Sorry we took so late…” she said as a small tear welled at her right eye, but a smile and her cheeks turning a bit red. “Thank you for fighting so bravely, Emiya, your not only Enkidu's hero...but the world's hero as well in this moment. We might not have not known each other long but I think we can be great friends from today onwards, in this fight against the mother cult” she said.

Type: Healing
Description and Background:Military Rations Pills (兵糧丸, Hyōrōgan) are special pills that replenish one's chakra and nourish the body. It is made up of powerful stimulants and nutrients, said to allow the user to keep fighting for three days and three nights without rest. Replenishes 50 percent of the user's maximum chakra supply per pill taken, along with pumping stimulants into the body to alleviate tiredness. These pills are a basic medicine medical ninjas use or distribute in combat and are essentially dark brown small round pills which are swallowed and absorbed through the mucosa in the stomach. Can only be given out to up to 4 times, excluding the user's use.
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-Taking two pills in a conflict results in hyper-stimulation of the cardiovascular system. The users heart rate and blood pressure increase to the point they become painful for 6 turns after taking the pill.
-Taking 3 pills in a conflict pushes the user's cardiovascular system to breaking point, resulting in heart failure after 4 turns.
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Emiya listened intently as Mira detailed the events that brought her here, having no desire to interrupt her musings on the nature of their enemy, or the specifics regarding Solomon. After all, Mira agreed with Emiya's assumption that Solomon believed things would work out, but he just couldn't believe that, not after how close things became. As Mira mentioned that there was even a "strike team" gathered, Emiya stifled a chuckle. It wasn't surprising that people would respond to the being who is all but responsible for curing humanity being taken with nothing but swift action, but it was an amusing thought nonetheless. Finally as Mira addressed him directly, speculating that his Chakra consumption might be a problem, he interrupted.

"I appreciate the gesture, but in all honesty, I was useless. I barely used any Chakra, never mind enough to warrant concern. As for healing... Honestly I doubt it'd work. I tried healing my arm, but nothing happened, and on top of that, external Chakra can't affect me. One of the downsides of being a vessel for paracausal, dimensional energy or something... But, again, thanks..."

Though his refusal for aid in both forms sounded defeatist in tone, Emiya did genuinely appreciate the thought. He'd rather she keep her attention on Enkidu's wound, but as he guessed, she was having no luck either. As Mira began to extol his actions though, singing his praises like he deserved them, Emiya remained silent. Mira could say what she wanted, based on the result, but he knew the truth. That he did not deserve one modicum of praise for his actions, and that the only reason Enkidu was still here was a result of his own actions, destroying the sword that threatened his life. If not for that act, Demetrias probably would not have fled after Emiya's arm passed through his intangible form, and nearly collapsed. In such a scenario, he'd barely be able to defend himself, much less Enkidu. Of course that was the current situation really, that he was dangerously close to collapsing, and his arm was definitely out of commission for the foreseeable future. The final nail in the coffin was that his Ultra Instinct technique had ran out, and he was feeling the negative effects from pushing his body passed it's natural limits. He was sluggish, and in pain, though still standing, thanks to the small pendant he'd randomly received from a complete stranger in an unknown corner of the world... He made a point to remind himself to visit Horus, and thank him in person, but for now, the larger concern was his and Enkidu's current state, and the situation as a whole. Emiya had no idea where they were after all. He'd need Mira to point them in the right direction, if not outright escort them simply by virtue of the state he was in. Bit if Mira was right, and more reinforcements were on the way, then maybe sitting tight, at least for a little bit to recuperate was the better option?

"So, where are we? Kind of hard to tell when you're pulled through Space-Time... How far are we from Tsumi?
And where's Solomon? Not that your company isn't appreciated, I just think he owes us some answers."
 

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I see…very well” she said picking up the medical pill, dusting it off but she really insisted he take it for future use. She however respected his wishes and kept it to herself, as she continued to shuffle through her bag for a few other things. All her gear was preset, just in the event another of the cult showed up as reinforcements. However Emiya raised some more questions concerning their location. “Oh, we’re very far from my home. We’re currently in the Water Peninsula, more accurately Kythira. Solomon and company are several miles north from here in Theodoro, and believe me…that man has always been an enigma to me…even when I worked under him for a couple years. Some things he kept close to the chest, while some he was a bit more open with. When I found out a bit about whom he truly was, I saw it as nothing more than joke…but overtime I learned that there was truth to it. I still don’t know much about his true life, but I want to find out more myself” she said remembering her times with “Romani”, a well-known wandering doctor whom she came to see as a mentor while she studied in Hanguri.

It was sometime after the razing of the Freehold he truly revealed his identity to her, but as she wanted to know more, he vanished off for some time. She meet him on very rare occasions in between, using the books he wrote as guides of her to create and perfect her own creations to the highest degree she could. He was an inspiration to her but she wanted to know more about the lore of the world, the lore of the gods, and the ancient human world, centuries before her own time. However this was for another occasion, as she was simply here to secure the two of them from danger for the time being until the others arrived but if a certain amount of time passed, she’d simply take then there herself. “Times running out for me, I left my village a bit short handed without me there haha, once we get back or someone else arrives, I’ll be taking my leave. I have to report the incidents and findings to my Kage and then plan accordingly. I also wish to invite you to become a part of Tsumigakure, if you desire. I’m sure I can find a place for you there among my people but I can tell you’d much rather be a free spirit haha” she joked a bit.

She felt comfortable around him honestly, though Enkidou remaining silent did leave an creepy feeling in the air for her. This child was truly something worth meeting, the opportunity to meet a literal god. It wasn't like she didn't have her own form of "Divinity", with her and her people being the human embodiment of the Three Great Dragon Spirits the Hayabusa worshipped. Never the less, she was no where near even the level compared to the smallest divinity in the world, not that she knows this.
 

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At last, Merlin reached Kythira. Docking his boat somewhere along the shoreline, he activated his sensory skill, detecting one key signature, the only one which mattered to him. He paced towards it, his staff in hand, and his mind more at ease. If he could detect Emiya's chakra, it meant that he was alive. And in a battle against one of the dreaded four, it was the best he could hope for. Eventually, after walking along the beach that curved around the island for some time, both Emiya and Enkidu came into view, as well as one of the shinobi whose aid Merlin had desperately enlisted at the start of the ordeal. He approached them quietly, lacking his usual, innocent smile, but nor did he carry the expression of a man with pent up anger to release, as if a parent coming to scold their child. He could see that both the young magus and Enkidu had sustained injuries during battle, but based on the absence of the Voidlord, they were safe for the time being.

"It was as I said, 'Emiya Shirou is still Emiya Shirou'." the incubus said with a hint of pride, placing a hand on the shoulder of the Hero of Justice, his signature smile returned. "You did well. I apologise for not coming sooner." Scanning both Emiya and Enkidu's bodies, observing the wounds both had acquired from their encounter with Demetrias, Merlin's eyes returned to Emiya. Just like his father, the incubus mused internally. Taking his hand off Shirou's shoulder, he looks back at Enkidu again, noting that he had grown once again, appearing a few years older. "I'm terribly sorry, Enkidu, but I don't think your wounds are ones that I, or anyone, can heal. The least I can do is to stay nearby whilst you recuperate on your own. The same goes for you, Emiya-kun. In the meantime..." Placing his staff on his back, Merlin creates a miniscule seed in the palm of his right hand, using his left to open Emiya's mouth. He would swiftly flick the seed into the Surgebinder's mouth and quickly close it, forcing him to ingest it. Without missing a beat, Merlin moves on, walking a few steps over to Enkidu and generating another seed. Unlike with Shirou, he would place it on Enkidu's uninjured shoulder. He tried gently pushing the seed in with his finger, hoping that the clay would be soft enough that it would be drawn into his body, but no such thing occurred. The seed remained where it was initially placed, leaving Merlin a giggling mess, rubbing his head sheepishly. "I-if you don't mind, Enkidu-kun. Haha..."

Type: Supplementary
Rank: C
Range: Short - Long
Chakra cost: 15 (- 5 per turn)
Damage points: N/A
Description: This is a very advanced of advancing the ability to feel and sense chakra. The technique allows the user to concentrate and detect someone's chakra. Users can use this to determine the nature of a jutsu used as well as sense masses of chakra. The use of this can be compared to Sharingan's brutish level of sensory, able to sense collection of chakra but not the level of clarity and precision Byakugan has.
Note: Can only be used by bios with Sensory ability.
Note: After having on a bio for 1 month, users gain the ability to activate Sensory passively.

Type: Supplementary
Rank: A
Range: Short-Long (on senses)
Chakra: 25
Damage: N/A
Description: User creates seeds made out of their chakra. The seeds can be dispersed on the ground or placed in the body of the enemy. Since the seeds are made up of the user's DNA they can be used like transmission devices. They react to movement or pressure as well as chakra.
 

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As Mirabelle sensed the arrival of Merlin, her eyes turned to his direction. “Seems the cavalry has arrived” she mused, watching the white haired man address Emiya by his full name. Seems her purpose was served, as she turned away from the group as she looked in the direction of Tsumigakure. She didn’t take not to the their interaction behind her, as her mind was elsewhere for a moment. “Alas, I held to my promise, so I’ll be leaving now…if you all need me, just stop by again to my village and ask for me. Names Mirabelle, Mirabelle Hayabusa. May the dragon spirits protect you all…farewell, till we cross paths once more” she said as she body flickers out of sight and ran towards the shore line.

Once she was there, she simply took out a kunai from her tool pouch and infused it with her chakra. It’s form changed as it took the form of a giant blue dragon. Once this was finished, she mounted the dragon and headed into the direction, back towards her village. And thus ends this minor arc for the young dragon empress.

Type: Supplementary
Rank: S
Range: Short - Mid
Chakra: 50
Damage: N/A
Description: Derived from “Yang Release: Change Into Hell”, this technique borrows the base principles. After weaving three hand seals, the user through either physical contact with an object or through a wave of Yang energy will grant selective an object life. However, what causes this to differ from is its ability to strictly only affect inanimate/non-sentient objects devoid of chakra. This is includes but not limited to, flora, tools, etc. Once the yang energy is infused into the object in question, the user can apply a form of manipulation to its structure alongside the use of the transformation technique. This can allow them to grant the inanimate object a humanoid body of average size. The user can also have the object in question take other forms such a tree becoming a wooden dragon or water becoming steaming hot blob. The appearance while mostly cosmetics can also rule possibilities of anatomy uses like having wings will grant them the ability to fly etc. In terms of inherent abilities, each familiar born is gifted 300 chakra points/80 HP, full human-level sentience which includes articulation, an elemental affinity (Non-Yang Specialist Can only assign one of the basic natures whereas Yang Specialists can grant AE or CEs). In the case of AE and CEs, they cannot however use the sub-elements. They move at the user's base speed but have x1.5 natural tracking. This technique can be used twice per battle, requiring a cooldown of two turns after usage and prevents the use of Yang Release above and including A Rank for two turns. The familiar shall remain in play until its chakra naturally runs out, has taken too much damage which in those cases reverts back to its normal form prior or if the user doesn’t have chakra to further sustain its body. The ranged chakra wave version can only be applied to one object, though it cannot work on anything within the opponent's person such as clothing, weapons, etc unless they remove it themselves such as thrown weapons. It doesn’t affect sentient weapons as well and indestructible custom weapons. The ranged variant cannot influence anything within short range of the enemy.
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From the Earthen Badlands to the Water Peninsula in the blink of an eye.

"Damn."

Emiya's tone was one of awe. Despite the ability to teleport himself, he wasn't particularly skilled in it, nor did he currently have the desire to test it considering "recent" events. Just as he thought, he had a lot to learn, and almost no time to learn it, as it wouldn't be long before another incident occurred. It was inevitable. Mira's talk about Solomon/ Romani, while not personally relevant, put into context that Solomon was a very guarded individual, who kept people at an arm's length, probably due to situations exactly like this. In the end his business was his own, Emiya was more concerned with his knowledge and discretion regarding himself and Enkidu specifically. Mira's offer to join her Village, while tempting due to the protection offered by a large gathering of powerful individuals was already shown to be ineffective. He'd been snatched from the heart of Tsumigakure, at least by Iskandrous' enthusiastic confession of faith in it as the delivery mechanism by which the world would be cured. The best case Emiya could hope for by joining the Village was to hide until the Cult assaulted the Village itself, putting even more people in danger than he already had. Mira continued, implying she already knew his answer, and giving the rather apt description that he was more of a free spirit. Unshackled was a nice word for it. Divergent was another equally valid word... As Merlin arrived, and Mira subsequently departed, Emiya returned her farewell.

"Thanks again, Mirabelle. I don't have a farewell as personal or culturally significant as your own, so I'll just say I hope it's not too long before we meet again, and I definitely hope the circumstances are far less dire."

Giving her one final nod of appreciation as she left, Emiya turned his attention to the Mage who'd just arrived. While his apology for not arriving sooner was all to similar to Mira's, Emiya dropped the facade altogether as the Incubus placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't deserve any kind words right now. Not from you, not from her. Nobody. You weren't here, you didn't see what happened. That's not a judgement either, Mira told me about Solomon's request that you all hang back. It's just... You've no idea how close I was to..."

Emiya gestured vaguely at everything with a childish frustration using the only good arm he had, more so directed at the entire situation, rather than any single factor of it.

"Fucking everything up."

He would elaborate later, and tell Merlin everything that transpired, but for now, all Emiya wanted was for someone, anyone, to tell him he wasn't cut out for this. He wanted Enkidu, whom was injured and almost captured because of his actions, to say something, anything to him. The extended silence might have been a result of feeling pain, a mortal concept, for the first time, but it was still painful nonetheless, to feel guilt and be left to wallow in it while being heaped with undeserved praise. As things moved on to Merlin forcing a seed into his mouth completely unprompted, Emiya snidely remarked to himself "Unfortunately, Merlin is still Merlin...", but he didn't imagine he was up to anything malicious. Given the situation, it probably wasn't even intended to be salacious, and while odd, he swallowed the small piece of plant matter all the same. As Merlin moved on to requesting Enkidu also have one, though in a far more awkward manner, Emiya guessed it was some means of keeping tabs with them. He was known as the Mage of Flowers after all, so it wasn't a stretch to imagine he could keep track of the pair with something like this. Looking to move passed the awkwardness created by the random request, Emiya replied to Merlin's earlier statement that he'd watch over them while they recovered.

"My injuries aren't that bad. I don't know what exactly I got hit with, but my arm should heal if it's given enough time, but nothing happened when I tried to heal it. I don't think we should waste time here though. He was probably just looking to isolate Enkidu from any help, but that bastard might have another reason for pulling us here. Sooner we get out of here, the better I'll feel..."

Of course Emiya wasn't in any condition to argue, but he couldn't help but feel that at the very least leaving the site of the incident was for the best. It would make it harder for Demetrias to simply return to the region, and pick up where he was forced to leave, even if Emiya still didn't know the exact method he'd used to pull the pair through Space-Time. He waited for Merlin's opinion, but fully prepared to leave, and put Kythira behind them.
 
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Always the one to make a sacrifice. Always the one to blame himself for not taking the fall for another. That was Emiya Shirou. While his words were true, that Merlin was not present to witness whatever had transpired that left the young Hero of Justice so dejected, the incubus didn't have any reason to be upset at Shirou. Whether that would change if he learned of what occurred, was a matter for later down the road. Turning from Enkidu to face Shirou, Merlin would only speak briefly, more intent on moving the pair to safety than providing words of reassurance. At this point, the former was more likely to provide comfort than the latter. "You're both here now, and only a little worse for wear. That's all both myself and Solomon could ask for. Let's go now, get you both cleaned up and resting." Turning back to Enkidu, the Magus of Flowers saw that the child still hadn't done anything with the tracking seed he created, the small construct of DNA still sitting on their shoulder where he put it. He stared at the seed for a moment, picked it up, and as he did with Emiya, he opened Enkidu's mouth, opting to just have them ingest it. Enkidu would only stare blankly as he did so, and even as the seed was placed in their mouth, they didn't close it, leaving Merlin no choice but to awkwardly do so himself.
 
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As Merlin seemed pleased that both Emiya and Enkidu had ingested their respective tracking seeds, Emiya stood up, and considered how they were going to travel to Solomon. Idly looking around while knowing his "good arm" wasn't in any state to Summon an animal companion, he saw somewhat off in the distance the boat Merlin had used to traverse the Water Peninsula. It wasn't the best, or fastest method, but it was enough for the moment. Looking to Enkidu, who still appeared to be shaken by the encounter with Demetrais, Emiya almost began to ask if Merlin would mind carrying the rapidly growing God, but he was always just a little odd, and quirky around him. So instead Emiya gathered some Prana in his other arm, forming it around the fragments of Demetrias' shattered blade bound in cloth, and sending the weapon to the Throne, as a courtesy to Enkidu more than anything else. He had been wounded by it after all, so it was better to keep it out of sight and mind, at least for the moment. However, as Emiya knew Merlin was uncontrollably awkward around Enkidu, the Hero of Justice spared the Wizard of Flowers from further embarrassment as he did what one does when a Child has been hurt. Emiya gave Enkidu a piggyback.

(Kanki: Kigen no Kamigami) – Surge of Evocation: Era of Gods
Type: Offensive/ Defensive/ Supplementary
Rank: D - S
Range: Short - Long
Chakra: 10 - 40
Damage: N/A
Description: This technique encompasses the basic applications of the Surge of Evocation. The Surge of Evocation is the usage of Prana in its raw and unrefined form; whatever this Prana touches is transformed into ethereal energy and transported to the Throne. Prana will neutralize and be neutralized by techniques that possess the same amount of chakra. Similarly it will be useless against attacks of greater chakra and will not be weakened by techniques of lower chakra. However when used on living targets this ambient energy will feel extremely frigid to the touch and induce cold burns on contact or even freeze a target solid for higher ranked applications. D to B-Rank uses will inflict cold burns as well as all of the effects of frostbite. A-Rank uses will cause necrosis of the afflicted parts of the body, making them appear dark purple and bruised to signify the death of cells. Affected appendages and organs will cease to function, becoming completely immobile in the case of limbs. S rank uses will freeze the struck targets solid. In the case of Surgebinders, who are immune to all of the above effects, they will be transported to the Throne when struck by the prana of another member of their clan. Era of Gods can be split into three separate applications, all based on the same principle: constructs, armors, and familiars made of prana energy.

Pride of Gilgamesh – Gates of Babylon
The Pride of Gilgamesh allows the user to produce Prana either from the user’s body or on the battlefield. The Prana can only be manifested within short-range of the opponent if the user is also within that range, in which it must be created a minimum of one meter away. This restriction does not apply if the user chooses to release the Prana from their body, rather than manifest it away from themselves. The energy can be released from the body via various hand signs depending on the user's rank in the clan. This can be done to generate constructs bound only by the rank of technique used and one’s imagination; alternatively the user can simplify the application by creating streams, waves, and constructs of Prana. Manifested Prana is capable of taking solid form, granting tangibility at the user’s volition. Non-projectile uses of this technique are capable of levitating and can be governed through mental commands and a sustained chakra cost. B-Ranks and below are sustained through 5 chakra per turn, A-Ranks and above require 10 chakra per turn. Created constructs will last three turns per usage unless they are prematurely cancelled. S-Rank applications can only be used once every three turns and no Prana in the user’s next turn.

Embrace of Ishtar – Armory of Akkadia
This variant allows the user to manifest armors, auras, and coatings of Prana around their body. This can be used to enshroud a single or multiple body parts in a layer of colored energy. These defenses can be made to fit the body like conventional armors or enveloping it in a formless manner. The first type can be created with additional limbs and appendages such as wings which enable flight. The user can also constantly reshape it and create small-scale weapons from the body of the armor, though at the cost of one of the user's three moves. It should be noted that these constructs remain attached to the main body of the armor and so act as an extension of it. The second type generates a “flowing aura” that appears to flicker like an open flame. This aura is often made as an upwards column that is streamed into the sky with its base remaining around the user. It should be noted that its power is not split or divided as all of the Prana energy is part of one whole. The armors can exhibit tangibility, although this does not hinder the user’s techniques and their passing which can freely move in and out of the armor per the user’s will. B-Rank and below applications require being sustained with 5 chakra per turn while A and S Ranks require 10 chakra per turn. This technique can last a maximum of three turns. S-Rank applications can be used twice per battle. After an S-Rank application expires the user is unable to utilize Prana single turn.

Divinity of Merlin – Garden of Avalon
The Divinity of Merlin allows the user to produce Prana in the same way as the Pride of Gilgamesh and can be shaped in the same way, limited by rank and imagination. However, unlike the Pride of Gilgamesh which creates static constructs the Divinity of Merlin creates constructs imbued with a limited form of sentience – familiars. These familiars can be created anywhere on the battlefield, with the exception of short-range of the opponent unless the user is also within that range; in this case the familiar cannot be created within two meters of the opponent. This restriction does not apply if the user chooses to release the Prana from their body. Familiars are capable of taking numerous shapes, not simply limited to animals. These familiars are also capable of taking solid form at the user’s volition. Familiars are capable of remaining on the battlefield for four turns. B-Ranks and below are sustained through 5 chakra per turn, A-Ranks and above require 10 chakra per turn. S-Rank applications can only be used twice times per battle and no Prana in the user’s next turn.

Note: The upper echelon of the clan (Servants and above) are capable of using this technique without hand signs for B-rank and below. A-rank will require two hand signs and S-rank requires three.
Note: The lower tier clan members (Phantasms to Guardians) will require 5 to 3 hand seals for all ranks, decreasing as they they ascend in rank.

As Emiya sauntered over towards the boat, Enkidu in tow, he called out to Merlin;

"Come on, I've got a few questions for Solomon. Mira said he was a bit to the North. I don't mind resting once we're there."




Leaving Landmark with Enkidu and Merlin, unless otherwise stated by Goetia, in which case, just me and Enkidu. 👀
 
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