Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-26021384-20170819004024/@comment-26021384-20170821003720

Back before they reached the village, Yahiko sought to pick up Korine and carry her, only to drop the girl into the mud who focused on keeping her glasses from getting murky. She just blinked a couple of times and picked herself up, dusting herself off and flicking chunks of mud off, "Th-thank you Michirama!" She shouted and bowed down. She couldn't have been much older than Michirama, a youth just like him, so she felt a little more at ease with him, but Munashi was a nice girl to her too, but Yahiko just seemed overly dismissive.

"Th-thank you all so very much." SHe stuttered out while geting on the boat and loking to take a seat in the middle of it for the sake of not falling off or getting pulled off. It was like a large raft mixed with a canoe. The sides of which were raised up, and wide enough that people could maneuver about on it. There were two extra long sticks which to push the boat around gondola style. Michirama and the gang would be approaching Omocha village to set up shop and get information, only for the sounds of fighting to be ringing out in the background.

The feeling of what was going on until the village

As they approached that village, they could see several bodies being thrown from the high rise buildings, landing onto uprooted chunks of wood sharpened up, spearing them through and through. After that it was several more being shoved off, only for the water to rise up like a murky green tentacle (as it would only look like the viny tentacle of a beast) that grabbed onto several bodies and yanked them under the water, never to resurface.

With all of the water being moved about in the village, and people in boats going by shouting things at each other, the group was getting pulled in by the current. And it was a sight to behold, people fighting, regular folk who wore beige and red colored clothing, others who wore black and blue with hints of light brown. It seemed this was some sort of tribal dispute! And one of the groups were cannibals. From the dead bodies on the docks, they could see the black and blue dressed people hunched over bodies, sheering small pieces of flesh off as if they were skinning an animal and sampling the taste of the flesh and blood.

Cannibal one: OI dis 'inna be a good ate. Shurs tyoo fayt.

Cannibal two: Spake feryorself! Fayties fill'er up more. Good ates.

Their accent was so thick it was hard to tell what they were saying. But when the folks spotted them, they slowly looked up and smiled with big bloody grins.

Both cannibals: OI YE YE YE YE! Segun ate's over'ere!

They started jumping and hollering, while Korine tried to make herself look as small as possible. But from around one of the corners of the waterborne village came the sound of fast rushing water. On the back of a long canoe style boat was a man of portly design, holding onto the back rudder of the boat to steer it. In the center were two folks equipped with throwing tools and crude bows. On the front was a man that was waving his arms like a windmill, pushing water from underneath the boat behind it so that they could move with the speed of water bending! Just like Deucalion wanted to be doing.

It seemed that these cannibals equipped their boats like this as they had four more coming from a distance. First they had four to deal with, and sixteen more folks coming their way while the scavangers ran off, looking to find more 'ates' for the sake of their tribe.

Looks like it's a fight with cannibals at this point! Get ready gang!