[Using the guaranteed Contract of your choice card which can be found purchased in my training Here Would like your finest Bear contract please!)
"I'm...starting...to...think...that...old woman...lied...to me..." Riyota panted as he continued lugging the huge bag of gods-know-what on his back. He had been asking around the previous day on advice for summoning a contract creature and a kindly old Lady swiftly invited him in for tea and gave him helpful tips on methods to "Strengthen his Spirit" and "Prove himself Worthy." At this point he began to think she just enjoyed seeing people carry heavy things through the desert. He had refused to utilise his curse seal for a burst of strength as he considered it to be cheating and perhaps the spirits would look unfavourably towards someone who utilised dark energies to further their pursuits. However with his shirt wrapped around his forehead to collect sweat and the black intricate pattern plainly on his chest he was seriously considering it as an option. For his own safety he had enhanced the strength of his bones and joints with his Kaguya DNA in order to avoid straining or damaging them, which he assumed was the only thing making this trek semi-bearable.
Bearing in mind that he was under the ever scornful gaze of the desert sun he decided now would be an acceptable time to take a break. Setting down the humongous heavy sack onto the floor he leant against it and took a long gulp of water. The still air of the desert appearing warped and shimmering in the scorching haze. Turning his gaze to the sun he sighed and raised a middle finger defiantly. "I try not to hate too many things...but man...I really hate you!" He shouted to no-one in particular, though if the sun could understand him, he was sure it would be very offended. The young shinobi stretched and focused his mind inwards as he felt the cells of his skin burn up and die from the wrath of the desert sun, luckily, it was quite impossible for him to burn as the cells were almost immediately repaired and regrown only to die again and repeat the process.
Leaning his head against the bag he sighed again, looking it up and down. "I absolutely just carried this across the desert for no reason didn't I..." He slowly let his body slide down sideways as he lay down face first into the hot sand. If anyone was nearby they would hear a muffled, frustrated cry into the ground. Quickly he would rise, scattering sand everywhere he would stride away from the sack and then whip around and with a few quick handseals force it to combust, scattering the contents in all different directions. "THAT WAS SO POINTLESS!" He would cry out in blatant frustration.
Pacing around the wreck site he would begin discussing with himself as his curse seal started to ever so slowly grow and snake over his skin. "So what is it then? Sacrifice?! There, boom, sack full of stuff, you can have it! Blood ritual? I don't bleed easy but I can try! Maybe if you guys left some sort of instructions on how to talk to you I would be making more progress!" He screamed into the empty space around him. After a few moments he noticed the growing mark and quickly he took a few deep breaths in and out, calming himself and feeling it slowly recede. He let himself collapse backwards onto the sand, his brown hair mixing with the particles. With another sigh, he softly spoke to no-one.
"My soul has no place in it for a god, they were never there when I needed them. All I'm asking is for one of you to hear me out..." He paused for a moment, just in case any response came. "I need some help to bring down Akkuma, and to remove the dark stain he's let the Miroku become...I can't do it alone, as much as I pretend and try to convince myself otherwise. As it stands he will annihilate me. I need your help and I need it now, because give me a couple of years and I'll bearly have the strength to stand..." And so he lay in the unforgiving wastes of the expanse, hoping for an answer to his call.
WC: 700
"I'm...starting...to...think...that...old woman...lied...to me..." Riyota panted as he continued lugging the huge bag of gods-know-what on his back. He had been asking around the previous day on advice for summoning a contract creature and a kindly old Lady swiftly invited him in for tea and gave him helpful tips on methods to "Strengthen his Spirit" and "Prove himself Worthy." At this point he began to think she just enjoyed seeing people carry heavy things through the desert. He had refused to utilise his curse seal for a burst of strength as he considered it to be cheating and perhaps the spirits would look unfavourably towards someone who utilised dark energies to further their pursuits. However with his shirt wrapped around his forehead to collect sweat and the black intricate pattern plainly on his chest he was seriously considering it as an option. For his own safety he had enhanced the strength of his bones and joints with his Kaguya DNA in order to avoid straining or damaging them, which he assumed was the only thing making this trek semi-bearable.
Bearing in mind that he was under the ever scornful gaze of the desert sun he decided now would be an acceptable time to take a break. Setting down the humongous heavy sack onto the floor he leant against it and took a long gulp of water. The still air of the desert appearing warped and shimmering in the scorching haze. Turning his gaze to the sun he sighed and raised a middle finger defiantly. "I try not to hate too many things...but man...I really hate you!" He shouted to no-one in particular, though if the sun could understand him, he was sure it would be very offended. The young shinobi stretched and focused his mind inwards as he felt the cells of his skin burn up and die from the wrath of the desert sun, luckily, it was quite impossible for him to burn as the cells were almost immediately repaired and regrown only to die again and repeat the process.
Leaning his head against the bag he sighed again, looking it up and down. "I absolutely just carried this across the desert for no reason didn't I..." He slowly let his body slide down sideways as he lay down face first into the hot sand. If anyone was nearby they would hear a muffled, frustrated cry into the ground. Quickly he would rise, scattering sand everywhere he would stride away from the sack and then whip around and with a few quick handseals force it to combust, scattering the contents in all different directions. "THAT WAS SO POINTLESS!" He would cry out in blatant frustration.
Pacing around the wreck site he would begin discussing with himself as his curse seal started to ever so slowly grow and snake over his skin. "So what is it then? Sacrifice?! There, boom, sack full of stuff, you can have it! Blood ritual? I don't bleed easy but I can try! Maybe if you guys left some sort of instructions on how to talk to you I would be making more progress!" He screamed into the empty space around him. After a few moments he noticed the growing mark and quickly he took a few deep breaths in and out, calming himself and feeling it slowly recede. He let himself collapse backwards onto the sand, his brown hair mixing with the particles. With another sigh, he softly spoke to no-one.
"My soul has no place in it for a god, they were never there when I needed them. All I'm asking is for one of you to hear me out..." He paused for a moment, just in case any response came. "I need some help to bring down Akkuma, and to remove the dark stain he's let the Miroku become...I can't do it alone, as much as I pretend and try to convince myself otherwise. As it stands he will annihilate me. I need your help and I need it now, because give me a couple of years and I'll bearly have the strength to stand..." And so he lay in the unforgiving wastes of the expanse, hoping for an answer to his call.
WC: 700