SHIORI MORI ▰ THE GREY ▰ OF THE BLACK-POWDER CLAN
A seemingly straightforward task lay before Shiori and her squad: find a lost dog somewhere beyond the walls of Konohagakure. A mission undertaken by countless generations of genin, yet in the hands of this particular squad, a simple assignment turned into a bewildering escapade that defied even the wildest imaginations.
The pursuit of the wayward canine led them deep into the heart of the woods encircling the village, navigating through the thick, chilling fog that shrouded the landscape. Rain pelted down, contributing to the gloomy atmosphere that clung to the surroundings. The muddy terrain beneath their feet squelched with every step, creating an unstable foundation for their journey.
In her characteristic confidence, Shiori paid noattention to her immediate surroundings as she ventured perilously close to a fog-obscured cliffside. The ground beneath her gave way, crumbling with the weight of her misstep, and she found herself hurtling toward the unknown depths below. Fortunately, Ayame, her squadmate, leaped forward in a valiant attempt to rescue her. However, the treacherous combination of unstable ground and added weight thwarted any hopes of salvation, resulting in both young ninja plummeting to the cold, wet ground beneath.
Now drenched and isolated from the rest of their team, Shiori and Ayame are left with only each other and their training as they confront the challenges of survival in this unforgiving wilderness.
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Shiori emitted a low, resonant groan as she gingerly rose from the muddy ground, her limbs protesting with aches that reverberated from her head down to her toes. Every inch of her body seemed to pulsate with discomfort. Wet mats of hair clung stubbornly to her, and her clothes, now thoroughly soaked, adhered uncomfortably to her form. Despite the undeniable physical distress, the relief of being alive overshadowed her immediate discomfort. However, as the question lingered in the air, a more pressing concern dawned upon Shiori: the fate of Ayame.
Her foggy gaze surveyed the immediate surroundings, a task made challenging by both blurred vision and the stubborn mud refusing to relinquish its hold on her eyes. Shiori's eyes darted anxiously, scanning for any sign of her squadmate, but the landscape seemed to conceal Ayame's presence. The silent woods offered no immediate answers. In a moment of frustration and urgency, Shiori resorted to a more direct approach, her voice cutting through the stillness of the forest.
"Hey! Are you still alive over there?" she called out, her voice a blend of concern and the unmistakable edge of urgency.
Battle Info
CHAKRA: 400/400 // STAMINA: 700/700 // SAKETON: 800/800 // BODY RANK: D // BLOODLINE: Clay Arts || Oni // CLASS: Bukijutsu || Bloodline
Str: +2 // Spd: +0 // Agi: +0 // End: +2
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