1 Put the hammer down (Namehage festival mission) Thu Nov 02, 2017 7:37 pm
Sero
S-rank
Here he was again. Just another demon walking the streets of Yokai town. However he stood out among those around him. Not the average demon or even ranked among the soldiers but a devil himself. Few beings existed in such a way that the very shadows and mist reached for them and clung tightly. Darkness spreading from him like how others breathed. A reflex he could not control. Still he walked and the shadows danced even in the night as he passed the dim lamps. The shadows prefering the darkness and racing up to snuff out torch and light alike. His steps held no sound and his movement was fluid as if he were floating. Like the Yokai legends of old. How they moved and spread their influence among the mortals. These Yokai were of thinner blood but of the bloodlines enough to recall. So they moved from him and kept distance while whispering still of how the man reminded them of their elders. He was more than a mortal man and yet those eyes of his were already dead. The grave was as silent as his gaze so when it fell upon another event the ticket master froze in his words mid breath. Another had come to take the mission.
Sero approached the pit which appeared to be a mass grave full of coffins. An assistant held in one hand a hammer and in the other dozens of nails. Sero tilted his head as they were reverently offered to him. How odd for a mission to be handed so casually in his direction. Still he would hold out his hand and the hammer would seem to fly from the assistant into his right hand. The nails however seemed to shake as they reacted to his left hand. Taking a moment before the nails would turn black as if infected by his chakra. Rising into the air and then floating around him in a circle. A floating belt of nails. With that he stepped down and seemed to soar down into the pit. Landing with a step into a walk to stand in the center. Whatever this challenge was meant to be he was ready for it. His grey eyes lifted to see the ticket master praying over some sort of large beads. Was there some sort of jutsu coming about? If so what kind of jutsu would it be with the grave he now stood in?
Sero approached the pit which appeared to be a mass grave full of coffins. An assistant held in one hand a hammer and in the other dozens of nails. Sero tilted his head as they were reverently offered to him. How odd for a mission to be handed so casually in his direction. Still he would hold out his hand and the hammer would seem to fly from the assistant into his right hand. The nails however seemed to shake as they reacted to his left hand. Taking a moment before the nails would turn black as if infected by his chakra. Rising into the air and then floating around him in a circle. A floating belt of nails. With that he stepped down and seemed to soar down into the pit. Landing with a step into a walk to stand in the center. Whatever this challenge was meant to be he was ready for it. His grey eyes lifted to see the ticket master praying over some sort of large beads. Was there some sort of jutsu coming about? If so what kind of jutsu would it be with the grave he now stood in?