Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27973212-20160416053555/@comment-25955740-20160427004807

To the dismay of the hanging man.. To the shock of the figure that held itself to a mask.. It was not the crimson eyed boy that caused this reaction.. But the appearance of something the figure knew personally—To where the snakes before the figure perished, turning to ash.. The figure was dressed by a hell-bound demon called ‘Yu’. The time.. It had been quite a few hours and no doubt mother would have been expressing such distress—This was truly the first time the figure was allowed to leave the village. The figure didn’t know what to say, it didn’t know how to react.. And it appeared that the figure didn’t have a set of words as Yu spoke about the cloak held clung to the figure’s spiritual body—Indirectly scolding the actions of the figure in question for almost having it ripped through by snakes. Behind the mask, the words of the figure were finally released. Forming within the eye-holes of the mask a set of orbs held golden with a glow appeared; slits like a snake, these eyes looked over to the demon. “I... Apologize” The voice that held itself between female and male spoke out softly, expressing a bit of sadness; no doubt this figure held feelings for the demon that did not appear hostile at all. Upon these words, the figure motioned off the tree’s limb with a haste—Much like a bird flying through the sky, the figure flew through the air as the cloak danced. “Be safe, Yu-Yurei.” Speaking with words held to their depart. Flying to the right of the group, the figure motioned to the path that they were suppose to follow. “Listen to the old man next time..” Mumbled words from the figure as they motioned by the group—A spirit in flight held disappeared within the darkness of the path it traveled, leading back to the village; the figure flew like a bat out of hell. Held around the neck of the figure was a scarf that draped behind like a tail, with a black flame around the end of the scarf-tail, the black flame turned to blue—Dancing like sparks. The flight path the figure flew in left floating blue flames to let them to the village; marking the way for them to go. These flames broke the darkness of the village and allowed a clear path for them to see. Each were placed five feet away of eachother, to where the path would be clear and would not disappear until each three walked under them or past them.