Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20161214011750/@comment-30575150-20161215100828

-Naraku would take in the scene around him, his clones having failed their purpose would only imply his limited use as a shinobi who at the moment felt like a one-trick pony, and not helping his self esteem was the prodigy skills of Takahiro who was able to summon a mighty gale of fire and set ablaze the spider legion easily. He sometimes felt that it was a competition between the two, Takahiro usually on the side of leniency and Naraku crossing the threshold of brutality, an odd duo of fire and ice. While they may work together and respect each other Naraku found himself sometimes outclassed by Takahiro and the kindness he has. Naraku felt he could never feel that sort of empathy for a person or object. It felt as if this disconnect is the difference between Takahiro’s mighty fireball defeating the legion and the craftiness of Naraku’s clones having less desirable effects or lack thereof.



As they scaled through the zone on Shinra’s earthen scooter it became harder to decipher whether these were domestic terrorists or international conspirators seeking the bounty of her genetic haul, after all she holds one of the most powerful genetic deformities, Mokuton otherwise known as Wood Release. During their traveling Naraku noted that the sanctuary of Ranta’ s puppet was broken and that while it was disposed it still found a way in and perhaps one had entered through means of their clothing or something of the sort. Though he did not mention this due to him believing that Ranta would tell them to check if he felt there was a chance they had been pegged. Though Naraku thought against it he still did a quick check with his own eyes to see if anyone had a carry on this rather exclusive trip.



As the earthen scooter came to a halt Naraku began to stretch his limbs, having been still for so long gave him pins and needles crawling beneath the skin of his feet and right arm. Having shaken off the feeling he took to heart the hunting advice given to him by Shinra, he wouldn’t let his allies down again so to redeem himself in their eyes he entered himself into the mindset of a predator seeking out its prey and began to trot in formation as the lead.The forest was silent not a single sound peeped as the four Shinobi galloped along a trail granted to them by a heavy step and so they began the time old fashion hunting a prey through their prints left engraved into the earth and this would help lead them through the silent night.





Though silence could only remain still for so long before noise comes to heart then sound would boom and in this case it was broken by the blood-curdling screams that shrieked into the night like a mad man’s lullaby. Following in swift succession of it would be Ranta who seemed to be under pressure, but as was Naraku who made a squeal of his own though it was dwarfed by the other two wailing like alarms. As the four traveled deep into the belly of the forest they would come to intersection made not by any land mark but by the inhabitants who stood before them. Three children, two males and one female. Even though they wear the mask of innocent youth Naraku wouldn’t be fooled so easily. The sigil that burrowed itself onto their figure just by seeing this mark one could feel the intensity this unknown symbol carried. As commanded by Ranta he as the head of the spear began a slight retreat so as to keep formation while he then proceeded to question the obvious bait his eyes. With Takahiro reassuring him that he had his back Naraku felt as if he was safe to do as he wanted with these three live bait.



  “What are you doing out here? Where are your parents?” He tried to sound warm but he wasn’t as good with dealing with humans such as Takahiro would be but still, he pressed onward defiantly trying to prove his worth to the team “What are those marks on you?” He attempted a gentle tone with a welcoming toothy smile spread across his cheeks. He wasn’t sure what these children were but had assumed since the big bad potentially left them here that they must have some value as a sleeper agent perhaps, and so with that thought Naraku let his hand casually slip into his ninja pouch bound to the back of his waist and toyed with three senbon needles planning to swiftly use them if the children turned out to be as he thought; Agents of The Enemy. -

