Psychosocial Serenade [Open]

[Raizo]

Kasha's original sights were on making his way to The Levels but the news of the violence in the Desert Crown seemed to be magnified in comparison. The living quarters of the well off seemed to anger those that caused this madness, and the individuals that were consumed by their madness also seemed to lash out harshly at this area. This was the home of the 'oppressors', the ones well off were usually deemed as the villains. Kasha didn't disagree with that sort of sentiment, corruption usually seemed to be bred within the pockets of the wealthy. Even without realizing, those with influence could cause misery through their actions or in-actions and never fully understand the outcomes and how they affected those in the working class.

Kasha's true persona, Roku, was not someone that belonged in this area. He was poor and stole what he needed but because of the purse he maintained from working as a shinobi he was never truly poor. While he could understand and relate to the frustration of some people, the actions that were currently taking place were not the way of dealing with socioeconomic unrest. It was time to return some order to the lawlessness.

There were two individuals, clad in the wonderful attire of the Obsidian Palace inmates, that had forced a female down to the ground. Their hands plucked at the fabric adorning her body. That did not seem interested in taking the dress, their true desired laid with what was under the cloth. Their faces were a maddening look of pleasure. Surely they had been withdrawn from the touch of a woman for ages, or at least what they believed to be ages. The woman cried out but the crying was faint. She knew there was no hope. The area was burning down around her and there were more bodies lying on the ground than standing around to assist. Well that was completely correct, there was one other person listening.

Without hesitation Kasha unsheathed his blade, Yurushi. It was night and the fire caused the darkness to dance, the masked figure would lunge out from the darkness swiping his cold steel across the back of one of the assailants. The blade would easily tear through the flesh of the man. His combination of abnormal strength and the design of the blade, an instrument built for the sole purpose of causing as much bleeding as possible, would make for a lethal combination. The man would let out his angst but the stroke would prove to be deep and devastating, Kasha may have poured in too much emotion with his strike, as the tip of the blade would make contact with the spinal column. The damage would be enough to drop the man to the ground in a shrieking horror.

The confusion, the sound of his partner in pain and the appearance of the tall masked figure, would cause the other escapee to suddenly free in place. This would be all it took to decided the man's fate.

"What th-"

Before the question could be asked, before the man could fully process what was transpiring, Yurushi would raise up from its lowered position, slicing cleanly up the man. The blood would spurt out from the full length of the man's core. The cut would essentially be the opening to a full vivisection as the man's body would begin to bust through the tear. His face would be adorned with a red line that split, in perfect symmetry, it into two sections.

Kasha's attention would turn to the woman on the ground when the second assailant, allowing shock to set in, collapsed to the ground.

"Please get out of here."

The woman wanted to thank, wanted to offer riches, but Kasha just wanted her to get the hell out of here. These two were starters for his hunt. They were not skilled or had allowed themselves to dull. Within this portion of the village he could feel that there were more fearsome foes, he had to be prepared for one of the shinobi that laid within the depths of the Obsidian Palace to show themselves.

MFT - 691

 

[Raizo]

The blade cut across air slinging the blood on to the ground and off of the steel. It would not have been honorable to his next set of prey if he attacked them with a dirtied blade. After a few more swipes, Kasha would sheath Yurushi and take off up to the roof tops. It was a fairly typical shinobi tactic of using rooftops and other high coverage as their preferred route of movement. Because it was such a typical strategy it was almost certain that some of the prisoners who were former shinobi would be watching the roofs closely, or mimicking the same tactic for their own hunting. Kasha was looking to start hitting the enemy with some of it's stronger forces. It was good clearing fodder but it would not assist in the speed of this mission. Cut the head of the snake off or be prepared to be bitten.

Running and leaping across the rooftops, Kasha would start to get that familiar feeling. The feeling that eyes were peering down on him, trying to pierce his body with just their gaze. He was being watched, unfortunately not being able to sense just how many were watching him. Picking up his pace he would push onward in hope of separating himself from the denser part of the Crown, to avoid getting ambushed by a mob or announcing to surrounding thugs that he was in action. He wanted to keep his battles small to better his odds. He was in their territory, he was the invader.

Finally, landing upon the roof of a burnt our restaurant, probably one of the first locations to be hit during the ensuring opening wave of chaos, Kashaw would send his right fist plummeting downwards blasting a hole into the structure. He would then turn around and attempt to scope out his pursuers before leaping down in through his newly made opening. The downside of this tactic was not knowing what he was about to jump into. Landing he would find himself in the third level of the restaurant. This area seemed to only be storage for catering and special items, a lot of decorative items, linens, tables and chairs stacked away. There was no real light within this floor so the ANBU would leap back, melting into the darkness, and wait for someone to join him in the darkness.

 

[Raizo]

It would be a few moments, the pursue choosing to be precautious. It was clear they knew they were being lured into a situation that felt he had the upper hand. And Kasha, in fact, did believe that this situation was now in his advantage.

He will enter this location, and while I haven't had the chance to scout it out thoroughly, I have been the first one within here so I have more of a basic idea of the arrangement of the space. Moreover, once he enters this space, due to its size, I will be able to more adequately use my sensor skill to get a perfect image, even in the dark, of my prey. Now I just need his ass to enter.

Then there would be a sudden rustle, a sudden creak from the rooftop, as a figure would quickly blur down the hole and into the upper level of the restaurant. It was as Kasha had expected, this person was skilled in the shinobi arts. It was still too soon to tell the level of this prisoner though, but there was no time to gauge. The longer the prisoner stayed within this area the more his comfort level would also rise and Kasha would effectively lose his advantage.

The sound of the steel of his blade sliding from its sheath would be the only noise heard within the calmness of this stalemate. The prisoner would then show he was brandishing his own weapon, a rather large dagger that's blade glisten within what little light passed through the hole in the ceiling. Kasha would move from behind the man, hoping to end the confrontation quickly, sending his blade cutting across the air in a circular motion across his upper body. The intended target of the slice was the man's spinal cord, attempting to disarm this man in a very extreme fashion. It would prove that the man was prepared for this and his response time was truly amazing as he quickly turned around moving the dagger to engage the katana of Kasha. Sparks would fly from the collision as the grinding sound of the two steel surfaces rubbing against one another was the only sound to be heard. In that brief exchange, for a split second, the mask of Kasha would be seen, and in turn, the face of the prisoner would be seen. And in another split second both forces would push away from one another and enter the darkness.

"ANBU, huh?"

The voice Kasha heard was deep, causing it to reverberate throughout the entirety of the room. Just simply hearing him talk was not going to be enough to lock down on his position. It was time to use his skills.

"You don't have to tell me, I know from that damn mask. It was one of your brothers that took me down originally."

Focusing, Kasha would begin to scan the area looking for the signature of his opponents chakra. By this point his abilities had progressed far enough that he felt some slight pressures off in the distance.

Future prey.

But within the room he was unable to sense the prisoner.

"The name is Mumei."

The voice still seemed to be echoing throughout the room, not allowing the source of the sound to be known. Kasha continued to focus with his sensing ability and still was not able to figure out the location of the prisoner. Then he felt it. The creeping feeling of eyes peering down on you, the pressure of another body being close to you, the animal instincts within him that flared up when in danger. The prisoner was behind him.

"I too was ANBU."

And with that there would be two distinct sounds within the room; the sound of a thing piece of steel whistling across the air and the sound of liquid splattering upon the ground.


MFT - 647

 

[Raizo]

The blood splattered upon the ground as Kasha went sliding across the floor on one knee as Yurushi dropped behind him. His right hand was now clutching his side, covering a newly made wound. The wound was not deep but was enough to shed the first amount of blood from this battle. This was going to be a bit tougher than expected.

Damn, he scored the first point.

Mumei was not content with the meager scratch he had inflicted and would quickly charge after his down opponent. Swinging downward, his dagger would go in for another strike. This time his aim was for the base of Kasha's skull. The match would be settled in this instant if it landed. Kasha, however, did not wish to see this match go down that easily, nor at his own expense. Pushing off with his non-kneeling leg, he would dart to the side causing Mumei to slice through the air.

Got to get Yurushi back.

Kasha's eyes, hidden behind his mask, glared straight at his fallen blade. Mumei was closer to the blade, so making his way towards the katana would be a challenging task. So instead of making it obvious his intention, Kasha would go for a feint strategy. Pushing up from the ground he would take off at his full speed towards Mumei. In reaction, Mumei would turn himself towards the ANBU attacker and place his blade between them, thus giving Kasha the choice to skewer himself or dodge. This was what the masked figure wanted. Pushing this game of chicken to the shortest distance possible, Kasha would redirect himself at the last moment and head straight towards his blade. Sliding his foot under the blade he would kick up his trusty steel and catch it at his midsection.

Feels good to have you back.

Mumei, seeing the true intentions of Kasha's charge, would charge himself this time. Once more the two blades would collide in a standoff. Mumei's physical stature was much greater than Kasha's. In terms of height Kasha was a very tall shinobi, and yet Mumei still stood a few inches taller than him. His shoulders were broader, his muscles more in mass and his age was far older than Kasha's, even if he couldn't tell that from looking at the masked face. Mumei, from just a glance, would appear to be the more physical of the two.

So in their standoff, the two metal blades pressing against one another, the assumption would be that Mumei would overpower the masked figured and end this battle. This assumption would prove to be false. Kasha, well Roku, had made a living off of this misconception. Roku's body type, even looking slender as it did, was deceptively strong. In many cases it would seem that his genetic make up was slightly different than his peers. He always seemed to be stronger, faster and able to take more abuse. Because of these traits he was reckless at times, but mostly he used his gifts under the guise of trickery. Luring his opponent into a standoff, test of strength lock up, was an example. Now the fun would start.

"You are 50 years too soon to be crossing blades with me, young'n. I was Mumei, The Dicer. I tore apart my victims to a point that no one could identify them... I was an expert was assassination and disposal."

While the man talked the wavering of the two blades, sway back in forth showing a representation of their deadlock, would begin to stabilize. Not only would they stabilize but they would seem to start moving closer to Mumei, showing the favor going to Kasha in this head-to-head match.

Mumei's veins would begin to bulge as he was now trying to exert the full extend of his strength. His increase in pressure would cause the blades to shake once more, and slowly start to push closer towards Kasha. A smug look of satisfaction would wash over Mumei's face as this was how he expected such an exchange to unfold. Soon he would push back the ANBU, causing him to lose his form, and end this bout with a dagger to the heart. Mumei's smug expression would soon change.

The blades would once more stabilize as Kasha, without showing the same effort as Mumei, would begin to push the dagger back. Mumei's body would begin to shake violently, as he tried to use all of his strength to overpower the smaller figure. Kasha, aided by his non-changing mask covered face, would merely continue to push the bigger man's dagger back.

"I will pray for your... forgiveness."

His comment was merely a play on the name of his katana, Yurushi. It always made him smile, unfortunately it would not make Mumei. Kasha would push the man back, causing his dagger and arms to go flinging into the air exposing his midsection. Within that split second, Yurushi would be cocked back and sent streaking across the midsection of the prisoner. Blood would go splattering across the room, across the mask of Kasha, and across the ground in the same length of the cut. Upon finishing his strike, Mumei would collapse to his knees releasing his dagger as his head was cocked upwards. It was his defeat.

Kasha stood there looking down at the prisoner, holding his blood coated blade to his side.

"I am not the shinigami, though. I have made a promise to just break trash like you and bring you in alive."

There was a mednin that he needed to repay.


MFT - 924

 

[Sand Council]

A blinding red light would drop in from the open roof above Roku. Resting in the center of the floor was a burning emergency flare. Just behind it was the lithe form of a female. She had cropped white hair that had once been blonde, bleached by the sun of Wind Country. Tugging at the edges of her eyes were crow's feet, showing the wear and tear of her constant expressions over trivial things she often had to account for. A few small scars would decorate her angular face that marked her as someone who was experienced. Where that experience lie was something else entirely.

In one hand was a red, leather bound notebook and in the other was a sharpened charcoal stick. Completely ignoring the bleeding vigilante, she approached the remains of Mumei and examined the ravaged body, poking, prodding, turning and twisting to gather an accurate analysis on his well-being and his death. The whole time her hand was scribbling away in the page of her journal without missing a beat. By the time she was done, she had covered just over three pages with varying details and sketches of the man who had just lost his life. This had only taken about fifteen seconds or so. Correcting her posture, she stood upright and turned towards the masked Roku.

"Hagrashi Mumei, "The Dicer"; Fifty-two years of age. A seasoned ANBU of Sunagakure; recent escapee from The Obsidian Palace. Now officially pronounced dead."<i></i> The hawk-like eyes gave Roku a once over, reading his physical form like a book. "Minor to Moderate Injury. "Kasha", a vigilante recently set upon Sunagakure."<i></i> Once more she peered at him, harder this time, as if looking through his mask like it were a sheet of thin paper. "If this is how you choose to start your dalliances, you will not survive much longer. There are others of higher threat levels than Mumei. Will you submit to medical attention or should I escort you to the hospital?"<i></i>

 

[Raizo]

It was time to catch his breath and get back out on the hunt, or at least that was his hope before the blinding flare dropped down the opening in the ceiling.

Well crap, that can't be for the best...

With the current state of panic gripping most of the village it would be very naive to believe that reinforcements for his side would be rushing to the scene. However, after giving the figure a once over, he was really not sure whose side this person was on. She had the eyes of someone who had seen a lot and unlike most in the village seemed to have some of the wear one would find out on the surface. Was she just a random outsider, a member of this Cabal group or simply a shinobi of the village that had been venturing out for missions. He himself had left the village.

Shit... I left the village. When did I leave the village? Where the heck did I go?

His hand motioned up to his stomach, rubbing the dark material covering his body but visualizing the damage on his body he had seen in the hospital. Was his coma caused on his trip outside of the village?

The female before him started to frantically scribble into her note pad before spouting off information on Mumei. Unfortunately, it appeared that his blade did indeed take the life of his opponent.

Well seems that I am still needing a bit more practice with you, Yurushi. We will get this routine down here soon.

The walking statistic book then turned her gaze upon him. Whoever she was she knew his name, which means that his good deeds were starting to make their rounds. Roku still wasn't sure at this point in time if that was good or bad news. She then made an assessment on how his path will ultimately lead to tougher opponents and that would prove difficult for him. Roku wasn't a prideful person, he was the embodiment of pride when it came to his ability. Vices, everyone has one.

"This?"

His mask turned down to his side as his left hand swept across it. There was considerably less blood on his palm at this point. Seems his natural, or supernatural, ability to heal was starting to kick in. At least he had not lost that like he had with his memories.

"Tis but a scratch, however, and pardon me for being presumptuous, but did you offer me medical attention? You are a mednin and a record keeper?"

Roku just wanted to get her talking to better assess just what she brought to the table and see where her own loyalties lie. Can't let the first female he met since the hospital to be the one to kill him, if she ultimately turned out to be an enemy, and yet he wouldn't be surprised but such an end either.

 

[Sand Council]

As "Kasha" remarked on his lessen wound, the stranger took to her notebook, writing down more. There was a page with the newly observed mask of Roku sketched to nearly photo-realistic quality. "Rapid Regeneration" was added to the list of observations. There was also a psychological profile and recounts of his adventures elsewhere. Whoever this person was she had a penchant for knowledge and recorded everything she took in at rates that rivaled or even surpassed the Steward's own hyper-aware observational skills.

Her expression remained flat, calculating as he took a half-second to consider the question.

"I am an Oracle. To title me as anything else would imply lesser abilities than I possess, or an inability to surpass any of the common rabble trouncing about in the streets."<i></i> The Oracle continued her powerful gaze onto the masked figure before her, every minute detail being dedicated to memory and each second that passed with her in the room, the more she would learn about him. "To bleed is to leave a trail, to leave behind tools for others to use against you. You would take great pains to avoid making such sloppy mistakes next time lest you lose your life before you get to commit more righteous killings."<i></i>

Writing stick and book tucked away, she returned it to a case on her hip and latch it back into place. The slender form was encased in intricately decorated leather armor, stained various shades of green, red, and dark brown. All evidence pointed towards this woman being out of the ordinary, but in the current times that meant little.

"Is your plan to carve a bloody swath through all those running rampant? Backing desperate criminals into a corner can only make them more dangerous. Especially under the leadership of syndicates and organizations with resources. To drive them towards such groups would only bolster their strength. What is your goal, Kasha?"<i></i>

 

[Raizo]

Kasha would bow his head to the female after hearing such a regal introduction to what she was, yet he still had no real idea who she was.

"Well the pleasure is all mine, Oracle. By chance, do you happen to have a name or do you merely go by a title?"

Hell it never hurt to throw a couple of softballs out there and see if she would hit them.

"You make a good point. I will bleed less in the future, a little bit of trial and error at this stage of the game."

Each word had to be carefully placed. Since he did not have an idea about the person before him he could not give up anything that might hurt him, especially since he did not know what sort of powers she might possess. And then there was that damn book that she was still writing upon. Were these continued scribbles about him?

"Eventually scurrying little rats will lead me to those I wish to speak with. And besides..."

It was time to see just how interested this oracle was with his story.

"There is no record of me prior to my first set of attacks. I carry nothing official with me nor do I act with any accomplices. Who is to say I am not a prisoner that was freed that just happened to hold a little bit stronger sense of justice than the rest of this filth?"

Wouldn't that make for a interesting story.

"Or, what if I am merely a lowly villager that always quelled my blood lust until this madness occurred?"

Boring.

"What about just being some dumb ass that enjoys fighting?"

A bit more on the money.

"I could be anything or anyone. The only thing someone may know of me is that my goal is justice and my actions have been against prisoners... not many of which are still residing in this land of the living. A couple will not enjoy walking or mental freedom for some time."

Now the coup de grace.

"I would find it odd for prisoners, in the current state, to fear lil ole me and flock to the big baddies that let them free. They've been given freedom, and a single person that they have not seen is killing a few of the small fries, what sort of recourse would you expect from that? Eventually when someone of a higher stature dies, someone like that turd over there, and the larger population learns of it there might be some negative recourse, but thinking of it from their viewpoint it would not be one of fear. It would be viewed as a single person going against a village now run by the prisoners. The same weakness of the villagers, a disbelief such a small group could overcome all their numbers and might, will allow for an opportunity for their ultimate defeat."

The point of the game was not to defeat the prisoners.

So where in the hell did I go when I left the village?

"I don't need to kill them all, I don't need to shed blood by the gallons... I just need a single moment to break their confidence. Perseverance. I believe it is what aided those that invaded this village, and I believe it will be what leads to the end of this chaos."

Now his story was over. It was time to see how this hyper observant individual takes his words to see what could be gained from future exchanges.

 

[Sand Council]

A delicate finger reached up and brushed a strand of pale hair behind her ear. Her tongue reached out just enough to wet her lips and she offered a small smile to the masked man.

"The only thing that aided those who took over this village was incompetence. By the numbers, it was an inevitable outcome. Sunagakure is at its lowest in decades."<i></i> Cold, calculated. She understood exactly all of what had happened and why Sunagakure had succumb to the attack so easily. If an inspector of war had come through, they would have been appalled by all the glaring openings left agape for people to take advantage of. The Oracle no longer wrote in her notebook. There wasn't anything more that interested her. Instead, she had gathered enough information to make accurate assessments of her newest entry, this Kasha and the man he was.

He attempted to become a player in the much bigger game, but did not have the mind for it. The simple lead-arounds and misdirection were paltry excuses for diversions.

"Cutting the head from the snake. An adage from ancient times that imply making a large enough gesture to shatter morale and sow panic in an adversary. Apt given the current situation, but not perfect. It implies a lesser understanding of the grand scheme in which we stand. Multiple heads, numerous systems to disrupt."<i></i> Slowly, languidly, she moved towards the reckless man, circling him in observation. The motion was more for effect, but she was also taking the time to memorize every detail of this vigilante. His measures, how his muscles reacted to adrenaline --and it leaving--, subtle clues in a physique that spoke to people who could read them.

"Your identity is hidden within the slew of incomplete truths you spoke. As to your status, it matters not to me; Prisoner, Villager, Shinobi, Mercenary the motive will be the same."<i></i> She stopped right in front of him again, closer this time. A gentle scent of desert flowers radiated from her. It was soft. "Judging from your endeavors thus far, you are a man who does not have complete control. The killings I have observed have been tainted by rage. Mumei's death was not intended, but the loss of control, even by a fraction, had cost him his life. You are searching, for knowledge, information as to what to do next. Whether this is something personal, or you simply don't have the resources to pull it for yourself. To hide your face implies either fear in the face of unknown enemies or an association with someone else whom you wish to protect. No matter the answer, Kasha is a figure leaving a mark. Something few in this village have yet to do."<i></i>

An appraising eye gazed at him once more; her sight had never left him since she had finished her inspect of Mumei's corpse.

"And that is why I am here. To document the first avenger of the Sunan people."<i></i> A finger tapped on her right leather pauldron. Etched into the worn armor, nearly faded completely away was the mark of the village. "To answer your first question, you may call me Fuu. Much like yourself, I do not like last names."<i></i>

 

[Raizo]

Her knowledge of the situation and her inference to being a part of the group he was looking for, it was becoming clearer who this female was associated with. The confusing part about this conversation was that there was no killing intent from her, no signs of any aggression. This might have spoke for the fact that she had experienced enough hardships to hide her intentions or she just didn't hold any hostility towards him. At least currently.

"Fuu, care if I ask a rather blunt question?"

This had been bothering him since she started her observations and musing.

"Other than observation, do you have any further motive here?"

She seemed to be an honest person, regardless of what organization she resides. If her goal was only to observe it was bothering him that she would get this close, it was a rather different approach to observation that he had seen before, especially in his line of work. Why get close to your target? Why let them know they are being watched and recorded? Curiosity would hopefully not kill this cat.

 

[Sand Council]

Fuu​

There was a curt nod in response to his first question. Roku wished to ascertain the true purposes of Fuu in their current settings, what he ultimate goal was in being there. Almost existential of the physical brute of a man she had documented, but in all of her studies, she had learned one thing: That to hold a single opinion of any one person was a fatal flaw.

"I am here to learn, dearest Kasha. To absorb the remnants of Sunagakure, and should it perish during this dilemma, accurately document its history so that the future may learn from this incident."<i></i> One of he hands gently pat the notebook attached to her hip; one of thousands. "The words on these pages will be the last any ever hear of individuals swallowed up by this affair. To lose any knowledge to the vast void of time is a travesty."<i></i> A step or two back and she turned her wrists so that the small, sharpened pieces of metal attached to her wrists shone in the darkness.

"I am an observer by nature, an Oracle."<i></i> She kept repeating the title as if it seemed the significance was being lost on Kasha. "If the madness that has plunged this village into darkness wishes to reach for me, I will strike back."<i></i>

Hawk-like stare, she focused intently on Roku, "What will you do now, Kasha? Will I become another bloody stepping stone onto your path of righteous retribution?"<i></i>

 

[Raizo]

It seemed that she was truly intent on just observing him, and not only him but observing all of this. The way she spoke seemed like he held a distance between all of this and herself. Did she truly align with The Cabal or were they merely a means for her to begin this journey of her's?

"No."

His sword would quickly return to its sheath.

"I have killed, so this might sound self righteous, but I am not a murderer. You show no signs of hostility or killer intent."

His eyes would scan her figure once more.

"I don't see any signs of blood on you, I would assume that you've avoided conflicts to merely continue your pursuit of observation. At this time I do not feel that there is a reason for us to exchange blows."

This person truly was a confusing one. Just when it seemed that this world was plunged into a black and white painting, someone very grey had appeared.

"Honestly, speaking frankly again, I don't know who you hold a true allegiance towards. I guess that is your point. Being an observer would mean that you'd need some sort of neutrality as to not skew your view on the subject matter you watch."

It was good to not have to fear everyone that was running loose in this place. Kasha would begin to glance around noticing some various spots to make an exit; the hole in the ceiling, the windows and two doors on opposite sides of the room.

"Fuu, next time we meet I hope that we are able to chat again."

There was sincerity in his words. Being a shinobi his compartmentalization has been honed for some time by this point of his life, so being a killer one minute to chatting pleasantly with someone the next was not out of the ordinary.

"However, I will strike down the wicked that terrorize this village. Should you ever fall into that lot, then I must regret our conversation will be much different."

There was a hope that this wouldn't occur as she seemed to be extremely skilled herself. Removing whatever physical ability she might possess, the fact that she can see every detail of what is in front of her would make her a pain to meet in a taijutsu battle, with being able to see his muscle movements.

"Until we meet again..."

Without hesitation he would throw a smoke bomb down onto the ground and take off sprinting the opposite direction of Fuu.

"Keep an eye out for me."

He couldn't help but offer a small bit of a flirt, it would truly be defying his nature. Within a matter of seconds he would raise up his arms to block his face as he rammed through one of the windows of the restaurant, sending himself, along with glass, careening down to the ground. Hitting the ground in a crouched position he would quickly pop back up and take off running down one of the many alleyways.

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[Sand Council]

Fuu​

The Oracle smiled and nodded towards the vigilante. Quite suddenly, he had become a bit of a philosophist in an attempt to figure out Fuu's motives and made the obvious observations, but did not dig any deeper in an attempt to find a true understanding. Nor would he find one. Knowledge was valuable and Fuu did not just give it away willy-nilly. The tidbit of information that had been her name was a gift that had no comparable prices and it would be all Roku would get.

"Stick to the mysterious hero-type and leave the quiet book-worming to me."<i></i> There was a small smile. "And I will, as I do all things. Do not disappoint me, Kasha. You have been the first anomaly and are promising. Good luck and good hunting."<i></i>

The two parted ways, and Fuu melted back into the smeared and dirty landscape of the village. Watching. Listening. Learning.

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