A pair of vermillion orbs glowed in the dead of night, peering out from the shadows of tall trees, deep within the wooded expanse of Training Ground forty-four; most commonly known as the Forest of Death. He was none other than Jomei Koyanagi, a renegade shinobi from the Hidden Stone. His form seemed almost spectral and intangible. Faint specks of moonlight reflected off of an enchanted cloak woven from spider’s silk, which granted him camouflage effective enough to mimic nature’s stealthiest predators. Sure that he was in the right place, Jomei revealed a copper spyglass and extended the tool to its full length. He set his sight upon a tall tower not far from where he had taken cover and was carefully scanning its perimeter.
The tower was a post used ages ago as a center for intelligence but was seemingly abandoned after the Hidden Leaf fell to the Daimyo’s Shogunate regime. Now, over a decade later, over several storeys of a sturdily designed building had been reclaimed by nature, and was deemed too dangerous to be renovated since the Hidden Leaf sprouted once more. And while such a relic might have no use to the Leaf as-is, Jomei was well aware of just what, or who had conquered this place.
Wearily, Jomei vaulted from his perch, still resembling a blur in his cloaked form. He skillfully raised a hand with his palm facing outward and fired a string of high-tensile spider webbing from a powerful gland in his wrist. Years of practice honed his web-slinging into an unparalleled talent of which he was professed. And once a final strand of webbing reached the high tower, Jomei slung around to the sixth-floor; the near top of the building. He landed on all fours with agile grace, rather than tumbling in a crash like any normal human would.
You may ask what purpose Jomei had in coming to this place; one so forgotten by mankind. Well, where does one go when they have no home? Is cloak draped off his shoulder now that he was crawling along a wall, making his way towards a shattered windowsill he used as his entrance. Jomei discovered the first of countless spider webs covering the space, without an arachnid covering it. Knowing the meaning of the gesture well enough, Jomei would not have tampered with the web he didn’t want a problem, but tonight he had come seeking an audience and deliberately severed the dense webbing with what looked like a gold-plated dagger. The web seemed to waste away with one clean slice, and the cloaked hachiashi descendant slipped quietly into a fortress of webs.
- Koyanagi Jomei has Entered the Thread,
- Requesting Tamashii.
- Spider Pact Transference.
<i></i>The tower was a post used ages ago as a center for intelligence but was seemingly abandoned after the Hidden Leaf fell to the Daimyo’s Shogunate regime. Now, over a decade later, over several storeys of a sturdily designed building had been reclaimed by nature, and was deemed too dangerous to be renovated since the Hidden Leaf sprouted once more. And while such a relic might have no use to the Leaf as-is, Jomei was well aware of just what, or who had conquered this place.
Wearily, Jomei vaulted from his perch, still resembling a blur in his cloaked form. He skillfully raised a hand with his palm facing outward and fired a string of high-tensile spider webbing from a powerful gland in his wrist. Years of practice honed his web-slinging into an unparalleled talent of which he was professed. And once a final strand of webbing reached the high tower, Jomei slung around to the sixth-floor; the near top of the building. He landed on all fours with agile grace, rather than tumbling in a crash like any normal human would.
You may ask what purpose Jomei had in coming to this place; one so forgotten by mankind. Well, where does one go when they have no home? Is cloak draped off his shoulder now that he was crawling along a wall, making his way towards a shattered windowsill he used as his entrance. Jomei discovered the first of countless spider webs covering the space, without an arachnid covering it. Knowing the meaning of the gesture well enough, Jomei would not have tampered with the web he didn’t want a problem, but tonight he had come seeking an audience and deliberately severed the dense webbing with what looked like a gold-plated dagger. The web seemed to waste away with one clean slice, and the cloaked hachiashi descendant slipped quietly into a fortress of webs.
- Koyanagi Jomei has Entered the Thread,
- Requesting Tamashii.
- Spider Pact Transference.