Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-25687356-20161229020648/@comment-34754862-20161230050949

The choice was settled and Myōō was tasked with going ahead first. The moment he stepped forward and reach a few feet ahead, Myōō would feel the pressure plate he stepped on as his eyes widened and looked back only to notice the wall behind him close entirely. He released a ‘tch’ sound from the edge of his teeth as he had a feeling a trap like this would be obvious, after all it mentioned only one person could fit at a time. Myōō sighed as he hoped his team would be alright without him as they would be left behind in the darkness. He did call out to them and said “Be careful guys! I’m alright, I’m going ahead since there's no way back! Stay safe and don’t be rash!” He called out hopefully they could hear him. Either way he would resume his path and walk forth into the darkness the branch still lit as it was held in front of Myōō. The moment he reached six minutes in, Myōō began to hear a loud sound in the background, somewhere deep in the cave, it sounded like a guitar but Myōō didn’t call it as he was still making his way towards the destination.

As he got closer to the exit the sound became louder, Myōō found it unbearable and annoying but he didn’t make any rash decisions as he was alone. The exit had flung open and seemed to reveal a church like scenario, this was something Myōō was confused about as he thought this was a dungeon, could it be that this church was linked to the dungeon? Who knows he would eventually find out. The moment he stepped outside, the visuals were extremely graphic, 40 dead samurai, stripped down as their carcuses simply stunk the room up. He kept his mouth closed and disregarded the graphic scene, he tried his best not to barf as this was not the time to do so, not to mention it would create noise and possibly alert anyone around the area, maybe the person who caused this atrocity to happen. Myōō had already been faced with with the gruesome death of the fake O, so this would be something he can handle.

Above all the church seemed abandoned like there had been no one living here for ages. Myōō kept his eyes open and watched everything carefully. Myōō knew that waiting it out would be useless and he needed to make progress one way or another. Hiding was not an option at this case as the person playing the guitar would be walking around the dead bodies that laid there motionless.

(Myōō approaches the Guitarist)

Myōō would simply sigh and decided to follow up and talk to the guitarist, it may have not been a wise move, but he was left with no real other choice. Approaching the man he spoke regularly and attempted to keep his nervous like composure hidden. Though it was well hidden and hard to notice he was nervous, Myōō kept a straight face and said “Sorry to interrupt you, do you know about this place?” He stood about 15 feet away from the guitarist, keeping his distance as approaching and getting to close was too risky. He kept his distance and even noticed the bag next to him. Myōō began to suspect he was the cause of death for all these Samurai’s but made no rash decision. Above all he waited for the man to speak back too Myōō, he kept his eyes on him at all times, though his approach was very friendly and calm.