Tama had sneaked into the Coliseum. Technically, it was closed. There apparently had been some sort of catastrophe caused by the combatants at the time, although Tama didn’t buy that explanation. After all, no combination of jutsu would be powerful enough to send the entire battle system in for repairs and adjustments. Tama had her money on aliens, aliens from another universe with the technical prowess to destabilize their entire world. But her family didn’t share her fervent belief, although they had found humor in her “imaginary invader” theory.
But explanations as to why the place was closed was not why Tama was seeking entry, apparently no one had set foot in the Coliseum since the incident. Naturally, Tama didn’t count the numerous faceless individuals were maintaining the Coliseum’s facilities until it opened once more. They were simply the audience, there to bask in the awesomeness of Tama’s great plan.
Now, one would usually sneak into a place under the cover of night, so as to avoid detection, but not Tama. She felt that in order to have her greatness truly appreciated, her plan must be accomplished in broad daylight. Some of the faceless audience members, maintenance workers, were wheeling carts of supplies into the Coliseum. While all of these workers were shinobi to some extent, familiar with chakra, genjutsu, and the like, as well as having attended numerous lectures on spotting security threats, terror prevention, among other things, it was near lunch break and the workers were being kind of lax about some of their responsibilities. So it was no surprise that Tama was able to sneak into one of the supply carts unnoticed by the faceless workers and get wheeled into the massive amphitheater.
Once the cart had stopped moving, Tama waited a few minutes and when she heard nothing but silence outside the cart, she left its concealing confines. She was near the other supply carts bordering the entrance to the Coliseum stage. Perfect, she thought to herself as she began to rummage through the rest of the carts searching for something. “Aha!” she exclaimed when she had found that for which she had been looking.
It was a fairly hefty wooden log taller than Tama, but about Tama’s width. The thing was a bit too heavy for Tama to carry, but after augmenting her strength with chakra she was able to drag the log onto the Coliseum stage. Standing the log on one end in the middle of the stage, she then took a few calculated steps back and made a chakra-enhanced leap into the air. Gracefully back flipping, Tama then, with some help from gravity, aimed a powerful kick at the upright log from directly above it. The force of the kick shoved the log about two feet into the ground. A second kick pushed it a foot farther into ground. Now the top of the log was about level with the top of Tama’s panda hood.
Grinning with delight, Tama concentrated her chakra into her left hand, forming a small spinning circle of wind that could make incisions into wood things quite nicely. With it she carved into the log:
She then sat on top of the “post” and pondered what else she could do while the audience members, maintenance workers, were on lunch break. She definitely didn’t want to get caught and lectured again, especially while there was so much she could do. “Maybe I could build a fort in the middle of the Coliseum! Everyone would be so surprised! I shall call it, Fort Tama!” she finished making a grand and heroic pose on top of that “first post” before hopping off to gather more materials necessary for her fort and piling them all around that post in the middle of the Coliseum.
But explanations as to why the place was closed was not why Tama was seeking entry, apparently no one had set foot in the Coliseum since the incident. Naturally, Tama didn’t count the numerous faceless individuals were maintaining the Coliseum’s facilities until it opened once more. They were simply the audience, there to bask in the awesomeness of Tama’s great plan.
Now, one would usually sneak into a place under the cover of night, so as to avoid detection, but not Tama. She felt that in order to have her greatness truly appreciated, her plan must be accomplished in broad daylight. Some of the faceless audience members, maintenance workers, were wheeling carts of supplies into the Coliseum. While all of these workers were shinobi to some extent, familiar with chakra, genjutsu, and the like, as well as having attended numerous lectures on spotting security threats, terror prevention, among other things, it was near lunch break and the workers were being kind of lax about some of their responsibilities. So it was no surprise that Tama was able to sneak into one of the supply carts unnoticed by the faceless workers and get wheeled into the massive amphitheater.
Once the cart had stopped moving, Tama waited a few minutes and when she heard nothing but silence outside the cart, she left its concealing confines. She was near the other supply carts bordering the entrance to the Coliseum stage. Perfect, she thought to herself as she began to rummage through the rest of the carts searching for something. “Aha!” she exclaimed when she had found that for which she had been looking.
It was a fairly hefty wooden log taller than Tama, but about Tama’s width. The thing was a bit too heavy for Tama to carry, but after augmenting her strength with chakra she was able to drag the log onto the Coliseum stage. Standing the log on one end in the middle of the stage, she then took a few calculated steps back and made a chakra-enhanced leap into the air. Gracefully back flipping, Tama then, with some help from gravity, aimed a powerful kick at the upright log from directly above it. The force of the kick shoved the log about two feet into the ground. A second kick pushed it a foot farther into ground. Now the top of the log was about level with the top of Tama’s panda hood.
Grinning with delight, Tama concentrated her chakra into her left hand, forming a small spinning circle of wind that could make incisions into wood things quite nicely. With it she carved into the log:
First Post in the Coliseum
Courtesy of
Mochizuki Tama
Courtesy of
Mochizuki Tama
She then sat on top of the “post” and pondered what else she could do while the audience members, maintenance workers, were on lunch break. She definitely didn’t want to get caught and lectured again, especially while there was so much she could do. “Maybe I could build a fort in the middle of the Coliseum! Everyone would be so surprised! I shall call it, Fort Tama!” she finished making a grand and heroic pose on top of that “first post” before hopping off to gather more materials necessary for her fort and piling them all around that post in the middle of the Coliseum.