Hunting in the forest

In a velvet-draped forest grove, where the trees bow like ancient guardians of secrets and the sun's rays drift through the leaves with the delicacy of a dancer, a scene unfolds that disrupts the normal bustle of nature. An embodiment of darkness and mystery, the figure of a young man named Misau stands like a shadow among the trees. His eyes glow red, a mystery that cannot be easily described. Here, Misau is at one with the silence of the forest. His arms are outstretched and his body is in tension, ready to move. His gaze rests on a doe grazing peacefully in its place. The doe, a symbol of innocence and harmony, does not anticipate the shadow that stretches behind it. Her eyes shine with calmness as the surrounding darkness prepares for its mystery.

One moment of movement and everything seems to slow down. Misau's figure moves so quickly that his image leaves only a shadow. His long claws, previously hidden, now glow in his hands, ready for action. His movements are almost invisible as his hands pierce the air towards the doe. The moment Misau's claws strike the deer's body, the doe lets out a cry of pain. It's as if the animal instinctively knows what's happening. Its eyes, previously glowing with peace, now mirror horror and panic. Every rustle of a leaf, every breath, every quickened beat of her heart, seems amplified in this moment, making her feel every moment of almost continuous tension.

Misuo's eyes take on a dark depth, his face conveying not only desire, but ecstasy at what he is doing. His mouth moves to where his claws have penetrated the deerskin. And then he begins to suck blood. At this point, Misau seems to be connected to the darkness around him. His mouth touches the deer skin, his breath becomes part of the entire forest space. It's like a ritual, a connection between hunting and transcendence. The doe struggles, but its strength gradually fades, as if it has been drawn into the very centre of this mysterious event. Misau's face now reflects the tension between light and darkness. His mouth is connected to the wounds where his claws entered the deer's body, and his body is filled with something more than just the taste of blood. It is a moment when he seems to be a part of everything around him, when he senses not only the blood, but also the movement of the wind, the whisper of the leaves, and the sounds of forest life.

When Misau finally retreats, the doe remains lying lifeless on the ground, her life consumed by the dark event that has just taken place. The blood that once flowed through the life now forms a dark image on the ground. Misau stands over the animal, his eyes still glowing a dark color, his face expressing a mixture of lust and mystery. He turns to the surrounding forest, whose trees seem to be watching this strange event. He stares silently into the darkness, as if suspecting that he is not alone. As the sun slowly disappears over the horizon and the darkness spreads, the wind carries with it a sense of mystery. Misau's ability and his connection to the darkness remain like a question in the air, a symphony of unfinished words and unknown forces still waiting to be illuminated and understood. At that moment the wind blows and the rustling leaves begin to fall from the tree to the ground. Before they can hit the ground, the figure in the red cloak passes out, leaving only a dead deer lying under the tree.

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WC: 607

Sometimes there are moments where fate seems to align for you, though Manjiro was one that didn’t truly believe in fate but if it was going to land a golden goose into his lap while he was itching for some entertainment he certainly wasn’t going to deny it.
 
Walking through the woods he would watch as some person attack a deer and look to feed from it, there were only a handful of people who would do that, the mentally insane or a Kyuketsuki those almost vampires needed to feed from time to time due to Lord Jashin’s curse for all their gifts.
 
“Well, well, well what do we have here?” Manjiro would announce as he came within 10 meters of the man with a smile on his face.

Combat Stats:

Misau was standing under the shade of the trees when it began to get dark. His dark eyes glided over the forest landscape, though he was on his way out, he planned to return to his hideout where he could spend the rest of the night in peace and solitude. His fingers instinctively rested at his hips, hidden in the dark cloak that had already transformed from claw to regular mortal fingers. But when an unexpected voice spoke, the sound penetrated his quiet world of reflection like an unwelcome obstacle. The voice of a man who entered his space with ease, as if disrespecting the peace and quiet that Misau considered his own.

He looked up to the man before him, his face bathed in the glow of the sunset. His words were relaxed, inquisitive, yet caused Misau to instinctively tense to attention. He was ready for action, his movements studied and deliberate. Misau inhaled at first, then took in the atmosphere around him, as if trying to catch any hint that might reveal this man. Misau's gaze remained on the man as he cautiously approached him, a movement that was unfocused yet full of curiosity. His dark eyes were like mirrors, revealing what others could only suspect. He found that the man's chakra was different, more pronounced, as if it had a voice of its own.

"You're not going to be an ordinary mortal, are you?" he remarked with a soft smile whose meaning could be ambiguous. It was like a statement of fact, though there was something more in his voice. His chakra was too special to be that of an ordinary villager or shinobi. The chakra was a bit like Kyuketsuki, but at the same time it was different in its own way. So the suspicion immediately fell that he was a member of the Chinoike clan, but doubts still remained because of Manjiro's blond hair. According to Misau's information, Chinoike members are supposed to have only black or very dark brown hair.

His very typical dark eyes gave him away in part, but not enough for Misau to be 100% sure. He glanced at the man, looking for any hints he could detect. "You belong to the Kyuketsuki" he asked calmly. as if he knew the word itself held many secrets. However, it was only a rhetorical question and did not require him to answer. "No, you're definitely not a vampire" he said informatively.  Misau let out a quiet sigh that was almost lost in the whisper of the wind. "Were you looking for me, or is our meeting purely coincidental" he asked softly, as if those were words that held more meaning than they would seem at first glance.

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WC: 454

“I would say I’m a pretty ordinary mortal.” Manjiro would comment as he studied the man in front of him, the young Chinoike could almost hear the wheels spinning in the guy’s head as he tried to figure out what Manjiro was doing here. No one was safe from danger when you wandered alone.
 
“I would say it was both I suppose if you really looked into things, I was looking for someone but it would be coincidental that that person ended up being you. See things have been to chummy lately in the area and I don’t find that fun or interesting anymore.” Manjiro would say as he activated his Enhancer boosting his Chakra and Speed by a good amount truly making the young man feel a bit more alive. Quickly he did the handsigns for Imitation white hole spawning in the minituare white hole 5 meters behind the black haired man it would immediately start spewing out radioactive energy out to a 30m diameter at a speed of 130 and dealing damage at a power of 130.
 
“I wonder if this will be more interesting.” Manjiro said with a smile, he was closely watching the man in front of him and knew that he was just outside the danger zone of his own technique.

Combat Details:

Misau stood there and witnessed his little fate as he was attacked and bullied by a dangerous adversary. His eyes showed helplessness as the situation unfolded. He decided he wasn't going to give up and began to make plans to get out of this situation, or at least keep hope alive. ''What can I do against something like this,'' he thought. He had a choice of two techniques to use against the enemy. He had to think to choose the right technique and come up with a suitable strategy. When Misau started thinking about the idea of turning into a tree branch to confuse the enemy.

Maybe he would forget Misau's existence and walk away. Maybe he could turn into a tree trunk instead or create projections of ''clones'' that wouldn't fool even an academy student in this situation.  Maybe he could turn into a block of wood, but even that would prolong the ordeal rather than save it. But perhaps these absurd thoughts were not even the point. It was more a reaction to the hopelessness that surrounded him. The technique, however, was much faster than the monologue in Misau's head, and it hit him full force.

Misau decided to do the only thing he could at that moment. "Yeah, probably best to roll around on the ground," he said to himself with a sigh. It worked on some beasts, and showing lifelessness might cause the beast in question to lose interest. At the same time, it felt like a resigned act of surrender when there was nothing left to do and no way to defend oneself.

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[MISAU HAYABUSHA DIED]

[ELIMINATED]

As his technique decimated the black haired man, Manjiro looked at his work with a hint of boredom. “Hmm, maybe I should have dragged this one out.” He said as he collected the corpse for a future sacrifice for Jashin.
 
[Exit]
+Claiming Rank up to C-rank from Assassin Path in the Dual Rank system and any other benefits that come from that
+Claiming Misau Hayabusha's corpse and anything he had on his body at time of death