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Shiki
Shiki
Vagabond (D-Rank)
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Shiki's Sertified (I'm aware) Spectacular Start Empty Shiki's Sertified (I'm aware) Spectacular Start

Tue Jun 18, 2024 8:23 pm
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The man had recently embarked on a trip to a foreign land, one that he had not had the pleasure of visiting before. It was a small island off the mainland, and one that could hold endless mysteries. Shiki had little in the way of planning, instead deciding it would be best to wing it as he went along. The resulting week was a busy one, with the man just appearing in a small town and insisting that anything that was 'stimulating and interesting' was brought before him at once. People, food, drink, even the local sights and crafts. Shiki was like a sponge as he engaged in the practices of the town.

It was then he realised his funds were nearly dry, something that was quite often the case. The solution was simple, just find interesting jobs to do. Which is why the next few days were very hectic.

For starters Shiki stood at the entrance of a sprawling farm, the early morning sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. He had been tasked with a somewhat unusual mission: collecting six chickens that had wandered off. The elderly couple who owned the farm were unable to search for their pets themselves, and they had specifically requested that Shiki bring back any dead chickens he might find, so they could give them a proper funeral. As an added incentive, besides the ryo he would receive for completing the mission, the couple promised him a dozen eggs for free.

It was an odd job, but Shiki found the request amusing. It'd been awhile since the man had consumed any egg-based food to begin with, that and the idea of chasing a bunch of chickens seemed an entertaining way to pass some time.

Taking a deep breath, Shiki began his search. The farm was large, with rolling fields, dense patches of trees, and numerous hiding spots for the wayward chickens. He decided to start near the barn, where he had seen a few chickens pecking around during his initial arrival. Walking quietly so as not to startle any potential targets, Shiki listened for the tell-tale clucking that would signal a chicken's presence.

It wasn't long before he heard a soft rustling in the nearby bushes. Carefully parting the branches, he found the first chicken, a plump hen with bright feathers. Gently, he scooped her up and secured her in a large wicker basket he had brought along for this purpose. One down, five to go, he thought, as he moved on to the next area.

Shiki's next stop was the orchard. He recalled the couple mentioning that the chickens liked to scratch around the base of the trees, searching for fallen fruit and insects. Sure enough, under a gnarled apple tree, he found two more chickens. They were a bit more skittish than the first, but with some patience and a bit of coaxing, he managed to gather them into the basket as well.

As he continued his search, Shiki couldn't help but enjoy the peacefulness of the farm. The scent of blooming flowers mixed with the earthy smell of the fields, and the sound of birds singing created a serene atmosphere. However, he remained focused on his task. He ventured towards the far end of the farm, where a small stream meandered through a copse of trees. It was here, near the water's edge, that he found the fourth chicken, happily pecking at the ground. This one came willingly, and Shiki was relieved to have another addition to his basket.

With four chickens safely gathered, Shiki's thoughts turned to the remaining two. He made his way to a dilapidated shed he had spotted earlier, thinking it might provide a good hiding spot. As he approached, he heard a faint clucking sound coming from within. Opening the door carefully, he found the fifth chicken nesting in a pile of old hay. This one took a bit of effort to catch, but Shiki managed it without too much trouble.

Only one chicken remained. Shiki decided to check the vegetable garden, the last major area he hadn't yet explored. As he walked between the rows of plants, he spotted the final chicken, seemingly trapped in a makeshift fence. Gently freeing it, Shiki placed it in the basket with the others.

On his way back to the coop, Shiki reflected on the mission. It had been a pleasant change of pace from the norm, and it had been awhile since he had found something as entertaining as this. He returned all six chickens safely to their coop, none of them deceased, much to the couple's delight. In gratitude, they handed him a dozen fresh eggs along with his payment in ryo.

The following day, Shiki was once more presented with an intriguing request. However mundane on paper, it was the promise of a cooked meal, the local delicacy no less, that pushed him to agreeing to the job. It seemed simple enough, the local florist requiring their aid in harvesting the flowers. Having not been around in this part of the world for too long before, it would provide the man with some newfound knowledge of the local flora.

He was instructed to arrive at the farm early in the morning to begin the task.

As dawn broke, Shiki made his way to the florist’s farm, which was just as picturesque as the chicken farm he had visited the previous day. The garden was a riot of colours, with rows upon rows of blooming flowers swaying gently in the morning breeze. The florist, a cheerful middle-aged woman named Hana, greeted him warmly and explained the day's work.

"Thank you for coming, Shiki. We have a lot to do today. We'll start by picking the flowers. It's important to be gentle and selective, choosing only the ones in full bloom," Hana explained. "Once we've gathered them, we'll inspect each one for any imperfections before moving on to sorting and packaging."

Shiki nodded, ready to begin. They started in a section of the garden filled with roses, their delicate petals glistening with dew. Following Hana's lead, Shiki carefully snipped the stems, making sure to leave enough length for arranging. The scent of the flowers was intoxicating, and the work, though meticulous, was soothing.

As they filled their baskets with roses, lilies, tulips, and other flowers, Hana shared stories about her life as a florist. She spoke of the joy flowers brought to people, whether for celebrations, comforting those in sorrow, or simply brightening someone's day. Shiki listened intently, finding the passion for the work amusing.

After several hours of harvesting, they moved to a shaded area where tables were set up for inspection. Hana showed Shiki how to examine each flower for blemishes or damage. Those that passed the inspection were set aside for sorting. They worked methodically, their hands moving swiftly as they assessed the blooms.

Once the flowers were sorted, it was time to package them for shipment. Hana had a well-organized system in place, with different types of flowers going into specific boxes, cushioned with soft tissue paper to prevent damage. Shiki helped arrange the flowers carefully, ensuring each box looked perfect.

The sun was beginning to set by the time they finished. Hana looked at their work with satisfaction. "Thank you, Shiki. You've been a tremendous help today. As promised, we'll have a nice dinner ready for you. And if you need a place to stay, you're more than welcome to spend the night here." Now Shiki was not one to turn down such a gift. While he would later come to rate the dish as mediocre at best, not verbally of course, the guest room was surprisingly nice and certainly beat having to rent a room in the run down inn.

Two days later the strangest request by far was dropped at his feet. An abandoned building nearby was rumoured to be haunted by some sort of spirit, and the landowners had hired him to investigate. His task was to spend the night in the facility, collect evidence of any paranormal activity, and then submit his findings along with a briefing on his experience. Now this was the sort of thing he had been hoping for. While the previous two tasks had been a novel activity, this promised to be an entirely new once in a life-time experience. Well, assuming it was haunted. If it wasn't, then he'd be in for a long, very boring, night.

As dusk settled, Shiki made his way to the old, dilapidated building. The landowners, a couple named Mr. and Mrs. Tanaka, greeted him at the entrance. They handed him a backpack filled with various devices: an audio recorder, some weird device that read things apparently, and a camera. Shiki listened carefully as Mr. Tanaka explained how to use each piece of equipment.

"Be careful, Shiki. This place has a history of strange occurrences," Mr. Tanaka warned. "We just want to know if there's any truth to the rumours. If you find anything, document it thoroughly."

Shiki nodded, feeling for the first time in awhile a sense of excitement. The building loomed before him, its windows dark and broken, and its walls covered in ivy. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside.

The air was cool and musty, filled with the scent of decay. Shiki turned on the night vision camera and began to explore. The halls were silent, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards under his feet. He moved slowly, scanning each room for any signs of paranormal activity.

In the first few hours, Shiki found nothing unusual. The building, though eerie, seemed devoid of any supernatural presence. He set up the audio recorder in the main hall, hoping to capture any unexplained sounds, and then continued his investigation with the random device that he still wasn't sure even worked correctly. The device remained steady, showing no significant readings.

As midnight approached, Shiki settled in a small room on the second floor. He placed the camera on a tripod, aimed at the doorway, and sat down to wait. The minutes ticked by in silence, and Shiki began to wonder if the rumours were just that.

Suddenly, the reading device detector thingamajig. began to spike, its lights flashing erratically. The camera, still recording, showed a sudden drop in temperature near the entrance. Shiki held his breath, watching intently.

A faint, glowing mist appeared in the doorway, barely visible in the camera's viewfinder. It moved slowly into the room, and Shiki could feel a chill in the air. He reached for the audio recorder, hoping to capture any sounds. As the mist drew closer, he heard a faint whisper, indistinct but undeniably present.

Shiki kept filming, documenting the phenomenon as best as he could. The mist lingered for a few moments before dissipating, leaving the room in silence once more. He checked the camera's footage, confirming the presence of the mist.

The rest of the night passed without further incident. As dawn broke, Shiki packed up the equipment and made his way back to the Tanakas' home. He reviewed the evidence, ensuring that everything was properly documented.

Later that morning, Shiki presented his findings to Mr. and Mrs. Tanaka. He showed them the footage from the camera, played the audio recording of the whisper, and explained the readings from the weird flashing device.

"This is incredible," Mr. Tanaka said, his eyes wide with amazement. "I never expected we'd get such clear evidence."

Mrs. Tanaka nodded, equally impressed. "Thank you, Shiki. You've given us a lot to think about."

After submitting his report, Shiki bid farewell to the Tanakas. The investigation had been all he had hoped, the thought that this may have been an elaborate setup never crossed his mind. However with his words in the bar the next day, the Tanaka haunted house experience would become a lucrative venture for the foreseeable future.

A few days later, Shiki found himself with a new kind of challenge. Said local bar, recently opened, was experiencing a surge of popularity and needed additional help to cover the busy shifts. The owners had put out a call for anyone willing to lend a hand, even if just for a night or two. Intrigued by the idea of working in a lively environment and eager to test his skills in a new setting, Shiki volunteered to help.

On his first night, Shiki arrived at the bar early to meet with the owner, a genial man named Hiro. The bar was already bustling, with patrons filling every available seat and more standing around, chatting and laughing. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, lively conversation, and upbeat music.

"Welcome, Shiki," Hiro greeted him with a warm smile. "We're thrilled to have you help out. Tonight's going to be busy, so you'll need to stay calm and focused. I'll introduce you to the other bartenders, and they'll show you the ropes."

Shiki followed Hiro behind the bar, where he met the other bartenders: Yuki, a seasoned professional with a quick wit and a knack for multitasking, and Kenji, a younger bartender known for his creative cocktail recipes. They wasted no time in getting Shiki acquainted with the setup, demonstrating how to mix the most popular drinks, operate the cash register, and maintain a clean and organized work area.

The shift started off with a rush of orders, and Shiki quickly found himself in the thick of it. He moved swiftly and efficiently, mixing drinks, pouring beers, and handing out menus. He even picked up a few tricks from Kenji, learning how to make a couple of the bar’s signature cocktails.

As the night progressed, Shiki engaged with the patrons, offering a friendly smile and quick conversation as he served their drinks. He found that providing excellent customer service came naturally; his genuine interest in people and his ability to stay composed under pressure made a noticeable difference.

Between serving drinks and collecting payments, Shiki also made sure to keep the bar area tidy. He wiped down the counters, restocked the shelves, and disposed of empty bottles and glasses. His attention to detail and willingness to pitch in wherever needed impressed both the customers and his fellow bartenders.

By the end of the night, Shiki was pleasantly surprised by how quickly the time had gone by. The bar was winding down, and the last few patrons were beginning to leave. Hiro approached Shiki with a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Shiki. You did an incredible job tonight," Hiro said. "We couldn't have managed without you."

As the staff cleaned up and prepared to close, Hiro handed Shiki an envelope with his payment for the night. "Good work tonight, Shiki. If you ever want to pick up another shift, just let us know."

Shiki thanked Hiro and the team before heading out into the cool night air. The bar’s neon sign glowed brightly behind him as he walked away, reflecting on the evening’s events. Working at the bar had been a whirlwind, exactly the sort of mental stimulation that he had been craving in the previous months.

One morning, as Shiki went about his day, he came across an old, scruffy-looking man sitting on a bench near the town square. The man seemed anxious and glanced around as if looking for someone. Shiki had seen this sort of expression many times before, this was a man who needed help. Perhaps he had a story to tell, old people always had interesting tales, even if only a few of them were true.

"Good morning," Shiki greeted. "You seem troubled. Can I help you with something?"

The old man looked up, relief washing over his face. "Oh, thank you! Yes, I could use some help. My name's Jiro, and I have a fishing boat. I usually go out on the water by myself, but my wife won't let me go alone anymore. Says it's too dangerous at my age. And my good-for-nothing son is nowhere to be found. Would you be willing to accompany me for the day?"

Fishing? How many years had it been since Shiki had last done that? He couldn't quite remember, and that was good enough for him. If he didn't remember it, he was basically experiencing it for the first time all over again.

Shiki nodded, sensing the man's urgency and determination. "I'd be happy to help, Jiro. Let's go."

They made their way to the dock where Jiro's fishing boat was moored. The boat was small but well-kept, with an array of fishing gear neatly stored. Jiro's eyes lit up as he prepared the boat for departure, clearly passionate about his craft. Shiki assisted him, following Jiro's instructions on how to secure the equipment and ready the boat for the day’s trip.

Once everything was in order, they set out onto the open water. The morning air was fresh and cool, and the gentle lapping of the waves against the boat was calming. As they sailed out to Jiro's favourite fishing spot, Shiki couldn't help but admire the serenity of the scene.

"Thank you for coming with me," Jiro said, breaking the silence. "I've been fishing these waters for decades. There's nothing quite like the peace you find out here."

Shiki smiled. "I'm glad to be here. What can I do to help?"

Jiro handed Shiki a fishing rod and showed him how to bait the hook. They cast their lines into the water and settled in, waiting for a bite. Jiro shared stories of his years as a fisherman, recounting tales of great catches, sudden storms, and the camaraderie he shared with other fishermen.

As the hours passed, Shiki found himself thoroughly enjoying the experience. The sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the water. They managed to catch a few fish, with Jiro offering tips and encouragement. Shiki was a quick learner and soon felt more confident in his fishing abilities.

Around midday, they took a break to eat the sandwiches Jiro's wife had packed for them. They chatted about life, exchanging stories and laughter. Shiki learned that Jiro's love for fishing stemmed from his childhood, where he spent countless hours on the water with his father.

"You know," Jiro said thoughtfully, "Fishing isn't just about catching fish. It's about patience, understanding the water, and finding peace in the stillness. It teaches you to appreciate the little things."

Shiki nodded, understanding the deeper meaning behind Jiro's words. The tranquillity of the water and the simplicity of the activity had a meditative quality that he found refreshing.

As the afternoon wore on, they continued fishing, each lost in their own thoughts. By the time they decided to head back to shore, they had a decent haul of fish. Jiro was pleased, and Shiki felt a sense of accomplishment.

Back at the dock, Jiro's wife was waiting for them, her worry replaced by relief when she saw them return safely. She thanked Shiki for accompanying her husband and invited him to stay for dinner as a token of gratitude. Shiki accepted, grateful for the hospitality.

Shiki received a request from a woman who needed help selling some of her late husband’s belongings. Her daughter had posted the mission, asking for assistance in managing the sale of various items so that the elderly woman could move in with her. Another new experience for the man, though relished the challenge of navigating such a delicate job.

So the next morning, Shiki arrived at the woman's home, a cozy but cluttered house filled with memories. The old woman, named Mrs. Oki, greeted him at the door with a warm but weary smile. Her daughter, Aiko, was also there, organizing a few items in the living room.

"Thank you for coming." Aiko said, relief evident in her voice. "It's been hard for us, and we really appreciate your help."

Shiki nodded, offering a well practiced smile. "I'm here to help, let's get started."

Aiko led Shiki to a room where several pieces of furniture were set aside for sale. Among them were a beautiful oak dining table, a vintage armchair, and an antique bookshelf. Each piece had a story, and Shiki could see the sentimental value they held for Mrs. Oki.

"We need to sell these three items at the very least," Aiko explained. "But it's been difficult for my mother to part with them."

Shiki approached Mrs. Oki, who was sitting by the window, looking at an old photo album. He sat down next to her, his demeanour gentle and respectful.

"Mrs. Oki, your daughter mentioned that you need to sell some of these items," Shiki began. "I understand how hard it must be to part with them. Can you tell me about these pieces? Maybe sharing their stories will make it easier to find them good homes."

Mrs. Oki looked up, her eyes misty. "The dining table was where we had our family meals for years. My husband and I bought it when we first got married. The armchair was his favourite spot to read, and the bookshelf...well, that was where he kept all his favourite books."

Shiki listened intently, allowing her to share her memories. "It sounds like these items hold a lot of love and history. I'm sure there are families out there who would appreciate and cherish them just as much as you did."

Mrs. Oki sighed, a small smile forming on her lips. "Yes, I suppose you're right. It would be nice to know they will be used and loved."

Shiki stood up, determined to honour her wishes while fulfilling the mission. He carefully moved the furniture to the front yard, arranging them in a way that highlighted their beauty and craftsmanship. He then created signs with brief descriptions of each item and their history, hoping to attract buyers who would appreciate their sentimental value.

Throughout the day, Shiki engaged with potential buyers, sharing the stories Mrs. Oki had told him. The first item to sell was the antique bookshelf. A young couple, both avid readers, fell in love with it immediately. "This bookshelf has seen a lot of love and care," Shiki told them. "It belonged to a man who cherished his books. I think it would be perfect for your home." The couple agreed, and after making the purchase, they promised to take good care of it. Shiki saw a glimmer of relief and happiness in Mrs. Oki's eyes as she watched the bookshelf find a new home.

Next was the vintage armchair. An elderly gentleman, who reminded Shiki of Mrs. Oki's late husband, showed interest in it. He tested it out, a contented smile spreading across his face as he settled into its comfortable embrace. "This chair was a favourite reading spot," Shiki explained. "I think you'd enjoy it just as much." The man nodded, purchasing the chair and expressing his gratitude. Mrs. Oki seemed more at ease with each item that was sold, knowing they were going to people who would value them.

Finally, the oak dining table caught the attention of a young family. They were looking for a sturdy, beautiful table to gather around for meals and create their own memories. "This table has been the centre of many family gatherings," Shiki said. "It's seen a lot of joy and togetherness. I'm sure it will be perfect for your family." The family was delighted, and after buying the table, they shared their plans for future family dinners. Mrs. Oki smiled, clearly touched by the thought of her table being used for new memories.

By the end of the day, Shiki had successfully sold the three items. "Thank you, Shiki," Mrs. Oki said, her voice filled with gratitude. "You've made this much easier for me. Knowing that these pieces will be cherished by others brings me comfort."

Shiki smiled. "It was my honour to help, Mrs. Oki. I wish you all the best in your new home with your daughter."

As he left, Shiki couldn't help but lament the waste of time that had all been. It had been far easier than expected, and having to reckon with the loneliness that the elderly woman must feel had dampened his mood. Perhaps he would have to be more selective in the future.

Suffice to say, he was not more selective.

The task seemed straightforward enough: care for the child, feed them dinner, and put them to bed before the parents returned. However, the couple emphasized the need to keep a close watch on the child, as they had a tendency to attempt escaping the house.

Shiki arrived at the couple's home in the late afternoon. The parents, Mr. and Mrs. Nakamura, greeted him warmly and gave him a quick tour of the house, highlighting important areas such as the kitchen, the child's bedroom, and the play area. They also showed him the secure locks on the doors and windows, explaining how to ensure they were properly fastened.

It seemed overboard, and was honestly entirely uneventful. All it really took was for Shiki to do some menial activities like actually paying attention to the child for them to not wish to escape home. Who would've thought?

Boring job, bad parents, Shiki didn't stick around long after payment for this job. The road was calling, it he'd done all he could in this place and it was time to move on to the next.

Days later, as Shiki walked along a quiet road, he noticed a rundown building ahead. The structure, an old animal shelter, appeared to be on the verge of collapse, with loose wooden boards and peeling paint. A storm had passed through recently, but even then the damage to this place was pretty heavy. Just then, an escaped dog came barrelling toward him, barking happily.

Instinctively, Shiki bent down and scooped up the dog, cradling it gently in his arms. The dog licked his face, wagging its tail furiously. A moment later, a flustered woman emerged from the shelter, her apron covered in paw prints.

“Oh, thank goodness!” she exclaimed, rushing over to Shiki. “You found Max! He’s been slipping through a gap in the fence all week.”

Shiki smiled, handing the dog over. “No problem. It looks like you could use some help around here.”

The woman sighed, nodding. “We really could. This place is falling apart, recent storm wrought havoc on the place. If you’re willing, we could use an extra pair of hands to nail down the wooden boards and help get the animals back inside their enclosures.”

Shiki looked at the shelter, then back at the woman, admittedly he held a bit of a soft spot for animals, “I’d be happy to help. Where should I start?”

The woman introduced herself as Mrs. Hoshino and led Shiki to a shed where the tools were kept. She handed him a hammer, a box of nails, and pointed out the areas that needed immediate attention. Shiki got to work, starting with the most unstable boards. Each hammer strike echoed through the shelter, but with every nail, the structure became more secure.

As he worked, Shiki observed the animals around him. There were dogs barking and playing in the yard, cats lounging on windowsills, and a few rabbits hopping around their pen. Mrs. Hoshino was busy trying to manage them all, but it was clear she was overwhelmed.

Once Shiki had nailed down the last of the loose boards, he joined Mrs. Hoshino in rounding up the animals. He started with the dogs, who were the most energetic and likely to escape again. With a firm but gentle approach, he managed to guide them back into their kennels. Next, he moved on to the cats, who were more elusive. Using treats Shiki coaxed them back into their room, making sure each one was safe and accounted for.

Mrs. Hoshino handed Shiki a flyer for the shelter. "If you ever have some spare time, we could always use more volunteers. And if you know anyone who might be interested, please spread the word."

"I’ll definitely do that," Shiki promised. "Take care, and I hope things get better for you and the animals."

With that Shiki left, his eyes narrowing as the dark clouds loomed ahead down the beaten path. "Looks like we're due another." He mused to himself.

Rain began to pour down in torrents, and the wind howled fiercely. Shiki quickened his pace, searching for shelter. In the distance, he spotted a small settlement and headed toward it.

Upon reaching the settlement, Shiki was greeted by a group of concerned villagers huddled under an awning. One of them, an elderly man with a weathered face, stepped forward. “You look like a capable young man,” he said, raising his voice above the howling wind. “We need help. There’s a hole in the roof of our barn, and the storm is making it worse. If you can help us fix it, we’ll provide you with a warm place to sleep, a meal, and some ryo for your troubles.”

Shiki nodded. “I’ll do what I can. Show me the barn.”

The elderly man led Shiki to the barn, a sturdy but aging structure on the edge of the settlement. The wind had torn off several shingles, leaving a gaping hole in the roof. Rainwater was pouring in, threatening the supplies stored inside.

Shiki assessed the situation quickly. “I’ll need some materials to patch this up. Do you have any spare wood, nails, and a hammer?”

The man nodded and called out to a few of the villagers, who hurriedly gathered the necessary supplies. They returned with a stack of wooden planks, a box of nails, and a hammer. Shiki thanked them and got to work.

First, Shiki climbed up to the roof, carefully navigating the slippery shingles. The wind and rain made the task challenging, but Shiki's training and agility allowed him to maintain his balance. He began by securing a tarp over the hole to temporarily stop the rain from pouring in. This gave him a bit of time to work on a more permanent solution.

Next, Shiki measured and cut the wooden planks to fit over the damaged section of the roof. He nailed the planks into place, ensuring they were tightly secured. As he worked, the villagers watched anxiously from below, offering words of encouragement.

The rain continued to fall, but Shiki remained focused. He layered the planks carefully, overlapping them to prevent any gaps where water could seep through. Once the main structure was in place, he used smaller pieces of wood to reinforce the patch, making sure it was as sturdy and watertight as possible.

Finally, Shiki applied a layer of waterproof sealant to the repaired section of the roof. This would help protect the barn from future storms and prolong the life of the repair. Satisfied with his work, Shiki climbed down from the roof, his clothes soaked but his spirits high.

The elderly man and the other villagers rushed over, inspecting the repair. “This is excellent work,” the man said, clapping Shiki on the back. “You’ve saved us from a lot of trouble. Thank you.”

Shiki smiled. “I’m glad I could help. Now, about that warm place to sleep and a meal?”

The villagers led Shiki to a cozy cottage near the centre of the settlement. Inside, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. Shiki was given dry clothes and a blanket to wrap himself in. The smell of cooking food filled the air, and soon a hearty meal was set before him: steaming stew, fresh bread, and hot tea.

As Shiki ate, the elderly man handed him a small pouch of ryo. “This is for your hard work,” he said. “You’ve done more than enough to earn it.”

Shiki accepted the payment with gratitude. “Thank you. I’m happy I could be of service.”

After the meal, Shiki settled into a comfortable bed near the fire. The warmth of the room and the satisfying meal made him feel content despite the storm raging outside. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought about the day’s events and the satisfaction of having helped those in need.

In the morning, the storm had passed, and the sky was clear. Shiki bid farewell to the villagers, who thanked him once again for his assistance. With a warm send-off and a bit of ryo in his pocket, Shiki continued on his journey, he was unsure of where he would head to next. If he would stick in this place for long or not was unknown. It had been an interesting experience so far, and the plentiful animals providing the blood he needed was also a fair bonus. Why even as he walked this very second he was currently feasting on a wild hare, using its blood to avoid becoming catatonic in the near or distant future.

Good times.

[Closed]

5500 wordcount
9 E-Ranks Complete
9000 Ryo
45 AP
15 Chakra
40 Vigor

250/250 Genjutsu Release
250/250 Genjutsu Release Mastery - No Handseals
250/250 Clone Technique
250/250 Transformation Technique
250/250 Sensory Deprivation
500/500 Basic Sealing Technique
500/500 Healing Hands D-Rank
2000/2000 Blood Release Advanced Element
1250/2000 Whistle Trigger
Junko Tsukiko
Junko Tsukiko
Village Leader
Village Leader
Stat Page : Stat Page
Mission Record : Mission Log
Living Clones : Kiko Tsukiko
Jun Tsukiko
Familiar : Hakujya
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Clan Focus : Fuinjutsu
Village : Tsukigakure
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Shiki's Sertified (I'm aware) Spectacular Start Empty Re: Shiki's Sertified (I'm aware) Spectacular Start

Tue Jun 18, 2024 11:43 pm
Shiki wrote:
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5500 wordcount
9 E-Ranks Complete
9000 Ryo
45 AP
15 Chakra
40 Vigor

250/250 Genjutsu Release
250/250 Genjutsu Release Mastery - No Handseals
250/250 Clone Technique
250/250 Transformation Technique
250/250 Sensory Deprivation
500/500 Basic Sealing Technique
500/500 Healing Hands D-Rank
2000/2000 Blood Release Advanced Element
1250/2000 Whistle Trigger

Approved!
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