Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20160325110650/@comment-24937485-20160401105544

Ryouta:  You run on down the hallways until suddenly you find yourself in a wide open grassfield. Looking behind you can’t find or sense any of your teammates anymore as if they, or you, just vanished off the face of the earth. Upon attempting to dispel genjutsu you find that nothing happens which makes it unsure whether this is an illusion or not. There’s almost nothing to be seen around you except for green hills that stretch as far as the eye can see. The only thing other than you and the grass is a dark silhouette about 100 yards away, too far to make out clearly. Upon approaching this silhouette you’ll see it to be a man, with long gray hair, and a phantom-like mask, who’s dressed in a long black robe. “So then, tis you who’s first? How delightful.” Spoke the man; having a smooth and charismatic tone to his voice.



The rest of the party:  Ringo would sense a regular human chakra inside the painting as if there was an actual man inside it. Meanwhile, said noble-like prisoner knocked on the window again while continuing his please. “That damn silver haired rascal and his antics got me locked in here. I now there’s a weakness to his techniques though. Let me out now and I’ll tell you, or I’ll simply welcome you when you’re trapped inside like the rest of us.” And on that last note other paintings began to show movements as the people described in them began calling for help and attention. Dozens and dozens of people were trapped. But how? And why?