Tomo furrowed his brows as he looked out into the wilderness, a strange ball in one hand and a tacky costume squeezing against his curves. The elderly nobleman sponsoring the hunt approached and gave the Mochizuki's buttocks a firm slap. "Looking good Mochi-chan! Those tight white pants forming to your thighs is a sight to behold! I knew that costume would fit you! And you even fixed your hair...though how you did that I have no idea. Honestly, dying that silky blue hair is a sin. Now are you ready to get this hunt underway?" Tomo looked from the ball to the old man and frowned. "Please excuse my naiveté sir, but I have no idea what the rules are of this hunt. No one informed me." The man let out a boisterous laugh before giving Tomo another smack to his ass. "Mochi-chan, you're too much! Alright, just for you my tall vixen." The man pointed dramatically at the wilderness. "Your goal is to seek out the strongest wild animal and catch it within that device!" Tomo looked at the round object again. "How?" The man guffawed. "By throwing it of course!" He chuckled while shaking his head. "Haven't you ninja ever heard of an Animaball? They're all the rage in the Capital. People walk around with their balls out and ready, ignoring the world around them as they seek their prey." Tomo's eye twitched lightly at the innuendo that may or may not have been intentional. "Sir, I don't know if I..." The man cut him off. "I can see your trepidation my dear. Let me give you a little help since you're an amateur to the game of Animal Depart." He handed Tomo a small device about the size of his palm. "It's a fancy new device I had custom made by a certain merchant clan with a gift for boobs and technology." The old coot gave a wink, to which Tomo sighed. "Anyway my lovely, just walk around a bit and that machine will tell you when you're near an animal." Tomo gave a nod and discreetly slid the device into his butt pocket. The other hunters didn't need to know that the only shinobi in the group needed a handicap.
"Gramps! Who's the hot chick?! You didn't tell me there would be a hot chick here! I would have arrived sooner!" Tomo turned to see a brown-haired teenager dressed identically to the old nobleman. He gave Tomo a perverted smirk, his eyes glazed over as it seemed his mind was getting away from him. The old coot spoke up. "This is my grandson, Guijito. He will be your rival for this competition." Tomo cocked his head questioningly. "My...rival?" The boy finally snapped out of his pervy daydream to boast. "Well I am the animal master. Right Gramps?" They clasped their hands together and gave a smirk to Tomo.
The Mochizuki offered this best fake smile. "I...see." The old man gave a nod. "Well, no time like the present whippersnappers. Let the Great Animal Depart begin!" He pulled a small starting gun from his pocket and shot it in the air. All the contestants took off at a jog, leaving Tomo still baffled by the whole thing.
[WC: 540]
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[To Be Continued in the Next Post]
"Gramps! Who's the hot chick?! You didn't tell me there would be a hot chick here! I would have arrived sooner!" Tomo turned to see a brown-haired teenager dressed identically to the old nobleman. He gave Tomo a perverted smirk, his eyes glazed over as it seemed his mind was getting away from him. The old coot spoke up. "This is my grandson, Guijito. He will be your rival for this competition." Tomo cocked his head questioningly. "My...rival?" The boy finally snapped out of his pervy daydream to boast. "Well I am the animal master. Right Gramps?" They clasped their hands together and gave a smirk to Tomo.
[WC: 540]
[MFT]
[To Be Continued in the Next Post]