1 Curiosity Killed the Missing-nin [OPEN] Thu Mar 28, 2019 6:15 pm
Yoshihiro
B-rank
The Land of Hot Water is, contrary to the name, a very quiet and forest covered land. The thing that has struck me most about coming here, more than anything else, has to be how thinly populated the countryside is. A far cry from my travels in the Land of Noodles and the Land of Tea, the people here always live close to the major hot springs bubbling up from the earth. When I asked about this, I was told that it was a result of most of the major business and activity surrounding the smaller hot spring villages. Tourists often act as the life blood of this country, and as a result, most of the nation's economy has come to be built around capitalizing on that sector.
The Village Hidden in Hotsprings, in truth, is rather lackluster. Clustered between the Land of Fire, the Land of Lightning, and the Land of Earth- this nation, much like the others bordering it, are constantly under the pressure of their much more powerful allies. It is my belief that in the coming months, as Konoha's relations with the other major villages continues to sour, that the Land of Hot Water will be one of the major battlegrounds for influence and political control. Whether such cold war tactics may transform into a hot one (forgive me for not making a Hot Water pun), I cannot say.
Continuing my personal journey across the shinobi world, I have come here after hearing report of a rather strange phenomenon: the disappearance of entire village.
'Take no Mura', the Bamboo Village, was a rather plain settlement. Built, like all other villages, around a large hot spring, its main draw were the groves of bamboo that surrounded in for miles. The story goes that the morning after a recent Spring Festival, the residents of the town woke up to find the entire village had disappeared. The buildings, the streets, the ground, and most importantly, the hotsprings, had all vanished without a trace. The people may be fine, but their home is gone. I cannot imagine such a tragic twist of fate.
I have gone of my own volition with a fellow Konoha-nin to investigate, hopefully to find the truth behind this strange tale.Ever your faithful travelling partner,
ジョーよしひろ
Yojo had his traveler's journal tucked safely within his bag as he walked down the modest cobblestone road, led by his local guide. The young man had been nervous looking ever since they had left the Village Hidden in Hot Springs, constantly looking over his shoulder as they made their way. Whenever he managed to catch Yojo's gaze, or his partner's, he immediately looked forwards again. It seemed as though he was watching for something, constantly on alert, for what though was anyone's guess. Yojo had already used his sharingan previously to try and see any of the residual chakra that might be cloaking some sort of stealth technique, but so far as he could tell, the three of them were alone.
"W-We're almost there!" the guide said suddenly as they created a small hill. The pine trees all around them created a cloak of green and brown that made the whole area seem to blend together seamlessly. Yojo gave a small nod. He could tell by now that the young man was startled and nervous, nothing more. The Chunin looked to his partner, as if to silently gauge what they might be thinking. After a few more minutes of easy hiking, the trio reached the top of the hill.
Yojo stopped as he saw the area ahead. A dark brown splotch of land stretched across the small valley below. It was as if a massive tractor had come and torn up all the earth. There was nothing left here but dirt and memories, not a single stone or building remained- not even the grass was there still. It was as if someone had taken an eraser and gotten rid of it all overnight.
The guide paused, choking up at seeing the empty plain. Yojo looked to his partner, "What do you think?" he asked, curious to get their thoughts on the set-up.
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