There was no break for the young man. He had a mission. A purpose that fueled him, drove him, and made him seek knowledge. He needed more of it. He had to find it. Tracing the outlines of every single book that his fingers grazed over, the young man could feel the information stored inside each and every book. They felt heavy with knowledge and insight, and the young man could gauge their material based upon the feel and the weight of that knowledge around him. It was a very intimate feeling, being able to, quite literally, sense the power of the words around him. He had to find something in particular, though. Some piece of knowledge, that may not even be here. But still, he would keep looking.
Deep within the Accolade's University, the young man had decided to continue his quest for answers within a place where the entire village's knowledge was held. If he could not find information here, then there was little more point in searching this village. His muddy brown eyes scanned each and every book, and occasionally he would pick up a book and read through a few pages. His metal arm was fully exposed, and the way it slid over the paper made interesting sounds. The scraping and the sliding was strangely hypnotic to the young man. He could spend hours in here, just flipping through pages as he skimmed the material. Skimming, actually, wasn't the right word—the puppeteer read at a speed of about 3,000 words per minute, meaning he was rather just tasting the information that lay inside that particular book. He didn't like referring to himself as such, but others have in the past called him a genius. To the young man, he didn't care whether he was a 'genius' or not. He cared about results. Right now, he just needed to get his questions answered.
Moving his search over towards medicine, Ginjiro began flipping though more pages. He'd have to the Puppetry section, if they actually had one. The young man was sorely dissapointed, both because it made his search much more complicated and because it made him hurt to see no love for the art of puppetry. It was his trade and passion! How could they not have any freaking books on puppetry?! They were either crazy, or they'd organized this place in a way that Ginjiro had just plain missed it. Either of those options had its own problems, but Ginjiro would simply stick to this current conclusion. His eyes darting over the words in this book on Medical Theory, the young man was hoping to find something about a hollow body. His attention was occupied, and as such he hardly noticed anything around him. Everything but this book was simply cut off from the young man.
Deep within the Accolade's University, the young man had decided to continue his quest for answers within a place where the entire village's knowledge was held. If he could not find information here, then there was little more point in searching this village. His muddy brown eyes scanned each and every book, and occasionally he would pick up a book and read through a few pages. His metal arm was fully exposed, and the way it slid over the paper made interesting sounds. The scraping and the sliding was strangely hypnotic to the young man. He could spend hours in here, just flipping through pages as he skimmed the material. Skimming, actually, wasn't the right word—the puppeteer read at a speed of about 3,000 words per minute, meaning he was rather just tasting the information that lay inside that particular book. He didn't like referring to himself as such, but others have in the past called him a genius. To the young man, he didn't care whether he was a 'genius' or not. He cared about results. Right now, he just needed to get his questions answered.
Moving his search over towards medicine, Ginjiro began flipping though more pages. He'd have to the Puppetry section, if they actually had one. The young man was sorely dissapointed, both because it made his search much more complicated and because it made him hurt to see no love for the art of puppetry. It was his trade and passion! How could they not have any freaking books on puppetry?! They were either crazy, or they'd organized this place in a way that Ginjiro had just plain missed it. Either of those options had its own problems, but Ginjiro would simply stick to this current conclusion. His eyes darting over the words in this book on Medical Theory, the young man was hoping to find something about a hollow body. His attention was occupied, and as such he hardly noticed anything around him. Everything but this book was simply cut off from the young man.

As the horse named Taili, which Ginjiro couldn't have known, spoke up again, she addressed the newly summoned creature who was, apparently, named 'Pinku'. Bit of an odd name, but whatever. The object being requested was a bell, but for what? Ginjiro wasn't quite sure yet. "What are you doing with tha-?" The young man didn't have time to finish his question, as he could feel a disturbance in his chakra flow immediately. The young man was not very good at casting Genjutsu, but throughout his whole life his clan had trained him to resist the techniques quite well. He could instantly recognize when he was placed under one, and could even feel the beginnings of one before it took hold of him. This, to the young man, was an immediate red flag. This creature hadn't answered the young man's question, asking for her name, and now she was putting him under a Genjutsu without asking him? He could see glimpses of a midnight black horse, but he couldn't make it out clearly. His mind was fighting desperately against the Genjutsu, which was interfering with whatever it was the purple horse had wanted to show him. Something was fishy here. The young man didn't like it. His chakra immediately spiked, indicating to his spiritual partner Riza that something was afoot. Outside of the Genjutsu, a figure began to form next to Ginjiro out of thin air. It was an ethereal, unexplained, kind of force. Out of this indistinct chakra, a woman began to form. She was a beautiful woman, fully grown in both height, beauty, skill, and bust size. She wore clothes that were rather ripped, though not obscene in any way—she was fully covered. On her head, she wore what appeared to be a skull, and across her nose she had an odd red marking. But what truly stood out about the woman was the anger and protective instinct she seemed to be displaying. She had put herself between Ginjiro and the other two, as she angrily stared them down with such ferociousness. Don't you dare touch Ginjiro-sama! I'll rip your heads off if you come any closer! The woman began to change. Her form was shifting, and you could see her demeanor shifting. Her body moved to stand on all fours, and soon she was of a much different form from how she was. She was now a wolf, almost formless except for wisps of smoke and fire. Her body shifted with a ghost-like appearance, letting out tufts of green fire that blazed with the force of her fury. She let out a howl, and instantly Ginjiro was snapped out of the Genjutsu he'd been under. Shaking the illusion off, the young man quickly realized the situation and readied himself into a defensive position.