Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20161221203824/@comment-24937485-20161222055248





With the two ‘heroes’ making a run for it while abandoning those very values a hero stands for, as they left Kyo behind to stand alone; slowly backing away from the white direwolf protecting her young. With each step that Kyo moved back, the large wolf took one towards her: a little faster with each next step. Until finally the wolf leaped forth to attack only to be interrupted by her white cub that had jumped between her and Kyo. The little pup stood in an aggressive stance, bearing his small fangs while growling with surprising effort even though it didn’t really sound threatening. For a moment the mother seemed to be close to snapping in anger, only to then let out a tired sigh as she picked her son up by the neck and looked up at Kyo as if saying “I guess you’re not half bad.”. The pup also looked back one last time and barked happily. Who knows, perhaps he and Kyo would meet again sometime in the future.

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(Riku and Reo would be first to arrive. Kyo would get there not long after depending on whether she ran or just walked.)

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 more than likely 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.