Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20161221203824/@comment-24937485-20161222021055



While the other two pups remained sound asleep, the white one wandered up to Kyo and nuzzled her ankle all the while walking and stumbling between and around her feet before finally sitting down in front of her. The pup has one blue eye, and one white which seemed to be blind, but it looked happy as it stared up into Kyo’s eyes and let out a sharp bark for attention.

It was that bark that attracted an angry mother who worried for her children who she found to be approached by three humans after having ran over to have her pups in sight; the cushions on her paws masking most of the sounds she made while moving closer. She stood twice as tall as a normal wolf and growled angrily while slowly closing in on Kyo’s back, if the girl had not yet turned around.

If the pups were left alone, their mother would do nothing but stand over them.

If one of the pups was taken, the mother would give angry chase and for some reason focused her attention on Riku, who’s buttocks were the prime target of her bites. After a few minutes she’d give up the chase and return to her other pups.

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After a while the group finally arrived at the training grounds, a beautiful field of grass surrounded by a high fence. In the middle of this field stood a single tree that stood over 20 yards high. Standing at the edge of the training field, all of you would see that there was something hovering just above the utmost tip of the tree. It’d be hard to make out, but with a bit of effort one could see that there was a balloon attached to the tip of the tree by means of a 2 yard rope that kept the balloon from flying away. Reo, if focusing his sight, would be able to see that there was something inside the balloon; a small scroll.

If walking up closer to the tree, anyone could easily see that it was filled with booby-traps in the forms of wires, explosive tags, and more. It was clear to see that someone didn’t want people climbing up this tree, and to try doing so would spell a near-certain death or well… a long hospital visit.

As luck may have it, the wind began to build up from the east making it even harder to try and hit the balloon with something. Given how high it was, and how far one would have to stand away for a proper angle, it’d be a near impossible task unless one of the Genin happened to be a sharpshooter or if someone had another meticulous plan.

If anyone tries to throw something at the balloon, their attempts will miss the target,

If a sharpshooter focusses a well-aimed shot, he can hit the balloon at which it’ll ‘pop’ and release its contents: a small scroll that fell all the way down onto the ground. Upon being opened it read 57. It was up to the Genin to find out what this number stood for.

An old woman walks by the gate of the training field, followed by her Labrador. She stops and looks at you all for a moment, smiling as she waved, saying a friendly “Hello children.”. You’d all recognize her as one of the more well-known grannies who was a familiar face around town, and used to be a shinobi way back in the day. Surely she should be able to answer some questions.