1 ROOT Camp. Sun Sep 23, 2018 10:28 pm
Takao
S-rank
ROOT CAMP |
HI NO KUNI WILDERNESS. LATE SUMMER, MID-DAY.
「Hidden deep within the forests of the Fire Country, far from any semblance of civilization, Takao sat atop the branch of a tree just shy of a clearing. It was nothing more than a ten meter break in the vast greenwood, illuminated by the mid-day sun that beamed down unhindered by sparse cloud cover. The forest was quiet, and on his perch upon the tree branch, he was quieter. The black cloak draped over his shoulders offered precious little camouflage in the dense forests of his homeland, yet worked swimmingly to ensure that no sound made beneath its fabric escaped to be heard. He had reviewed the candidates carefully, read their files with scrutiny, examined their mission reports, and taken in every last morsel of knowledge there was to be learned. Those that had been selected were given a mask, a map to the location, and the instructions to wear the mask at all times when they arrived at the location on the day of the training exercise. In time, he expected they would arrive and gather as instructed, clinging to their identities. Perhaps they might arrive at the conclusion that this experimental training regime was intended to scout for potential Black Ops candidates, or maybe they would have their own assumptions, yet none could be correct. Takao had taken this opportunity to disguise the event for his own means, to determine who would make the ideal candidates for ROOT. Regardless, their assumptions or theories on the purpose behind the ordeal would be of little concern for them when the games began. Thus, he waited for their arrival, hidden amidst the canopy until the last of the participants had lined up as instructed. When the last of the participants had finally arrived, Takao rose from his seated position within the dense forest canopy and disappeared from sight. He appeared before them in a flourish of foliage and stood tall as his cloak settled over his shoulders. Black eyes peered at the line of prospective candidates, hidden beneath the tinted visor of his helm. The polished mask resting comfortably on his visage did more than obscure his face; the word he spoke from beneath were distorted, metallic, and unrecognizable as his own. “Welcome to the program, Shinobi!” He began, his arms raising from either side, carrying the fabric of his cloak with them. Beneath the fabric they might take notice of the Hidden Leaf Black Ops attire clinging to his form for the brief moment it was visible. “As was mentioned in the letter, you all have been chosen for this experimental training regime. This program has been developed to help better prepare the youth for the realities of warfare, and to do so we have chosen the style of a game, so I will go ahead and explain the rules. The masks you wear are twofold in purpose. Their main intention is to hide your identity; should you lose your mask and your identity is discovered, your participation in the program is terminated.” Takao said. A wry smile built on his face as his explanation continued, twisting the corner of his mouth into his cheek. “The second purpose is to act as points. You will all be pitted against one another in a battle to acquire the most masks. The individual at the end of the program with the most masks will win. You are given permission to use whatever means you deem necessary to accomplish this task. The areas of the surroundings are diverse in the advantages and disadvantages they bring, so I would suggest choosing your field of battle carefully-- and quickly. The program begins in five minutes.” With the last of the instructions given, Takao’s hand rose to his side in a stationary wave. “Good luck!”」
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TOTAL WC |
631 |