Storyboard Element
- (Custom C-Rank) Reflect on the events that lead to this moment
After the clone of his new master poofed, Oberon collapsed backward as all the tension left his body. Sighing while letting out a small chuckle, he gazed up into the early morning sky. It had been many years since he was this beaten and exhausted.
His mind wandered to that fateful day, where he awoke underneath the rubble, no idea of who he was or how he even ended up in that situation. He remembers the desperation he felt as he tried to claw his way out, the faint echoing whispers that grew louder as every minute passed by.
He let out another chuckle at the memory of the young girl who had tried so desperately to save him, that young girl who grew into such a powerful acquaintance.While a little rocky at the start, they did benefit from each other, she had someone scouting around while he had access to freedom to learn. Such was what this mission originally was for.
Intel leads back to some kind of cult, rumored with ties to the Arali and even hints to a sinister plot utilizing chakra of the Tailed Beasts. But that was all here-say, so Oberon out of pure curiosity volunteered to explore and investigate.Which led to him being here. Bloodied and bruised, his mind brimming with curiosity. Especially the whisper when he read about the hammer.
Something about that item, triggered something lost. Which confused him, as anything lost is returned to the void, with no way to be recovered. So were these fabrications? Were they brain damage? Or were they something more…
…powerful.
While not common, he did have regret over his premature decision to accept his demise. Since waking up, he had questioned everything in the pursuit of knowledge, but why not question his acceptance of death, or returning to the void? He took note of the cold sweat beginning to form as he continued to ponder over this mentality. Deciding to re-visit it later, his mind focused on the masked man.
A smile crept along his face, recalling how easily the man dealt with the Arali, and his promise for power of similar scale. While he still did not know his new comrades name, or his face, the mystery of his entire being tantalised his curiosity and fueled his hunger to learn.
Standing up, he dusted off his clothing and did a twirl, arm outstretched as he spun, until he stopped and his finger pointed in a single direction.
“So it’s this way today.”
Setting off in that direction, he whistled a tune that had haunted him since waking up.
[Mission End]