A seemingly straightforward task lay before Shiori and her squad: find a lost dog somewhere beyond the walls of Konohagakure. A mission undertaken by countless generations of genin, yet in the hands of this particular squad, a simple assignment turned into a bewildering escapade that defied even the wildest imaginations.
The pursuit of the wayward canine led them deep into the heart of the woods encircling the village, navigating through the thick, chilling fog that shrouded the landscape. Rain pelted down, contributing to the gloomy atmosphere that clung to the surroundings. The muddy terrain beneath their feet squelched with every step, creating an unstable foundation for their journey.
In her characteristic confidence, Shiori paid noattention to her immediate surroundings as she ventured perilously close to a fog-obscured cliffside. The ground beneath her gave way, crumbling with the weight of her misstep, and she found herself hurtling toward the unknown depths below. Fortunately, Ayame, her squadmate, leaped forward in a valiant attempt to rescue her. However, the treacherous combination of unstable ground and added weight thwarted any hopes of salvation, resulting in both young ninja plummeting to the cold, wet ground beneath.
Now drenched and isolated from the rest of their team, Shiori and Ayame are left with only each other and their training as they confront the challenges of survival in this unforgiving wilderness.
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Shiori emitted a low, resonant groan as she gingerly rose from the muddy ground, her limbs protesting with aches that reverberated from her head down to her toes. Every inch of her body seemed to pulsate with discomfort. Wet mats of hair clung stubbornly to her, and her clothes, now thoroughly soaked, adhered uncomfortably to her form. Despite the undeniable physical distress, the relief of being alive overshadowed her immediate discomfort. However, as the question lingered in the air, a more pressing concern dawned upon Shiori: the fate of Ayame.
Her foggy gaze surveyed the immediate surroundings, a task made challenging by both blurred vision and the stubborn mud refusing to relinquish its hold on her eyes. Shiori's eyes darted anxiously, scanning for any sign of her squadmate, but the landscape seemed to conceal Ayame's presence. The silent woods offered no immediate answers. In a moment of frustration and urgency, Shiori resorted to a more direct approach, her voice cutting through the stillness of the forest.
"Hey! Are you still alive over there?" she called out, her voice a blend of concern and the unmistakable edge of urgency.
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The Seer of Ruin Rank:Genin 磁気 | Classes:Scholar | Bloodline 力 | Body Rank:D 勇 | Elements:Fire,Water
Why did Isshin-sensei have to pair Ayame with her of all people? Ayame’s eyes would occasionally dart to look at Shiori disdainfully, instead of looking for their canine target every moment. It wasn’t news that the two of them didn’t see eye to eye, so when the group split up to cover more ground, the Uchiha was surprised that the two rivals were made into a pair. Even more surprising, however, was that the two had managed to go this long without bickering-hell, they hadn’t even said a word to each other.
In the hours of silent searching, Ayame pondered if she should say something- anything- to try and lighten the tension between them. Ther were squadmates, after all, as much as the Genin was loathe to admit it. They should at least be cordial… right? However, whenever she opened her mouth to say something, words were caught in her throat, halted by her internalized frustration with the Aashi ninja. Shioi was arrogant, loud, crass, and bullheaded. All traits that made Ayame’s blood boil, especially since they seemed to always be directed in her direction. So whenever Ayame tried to find common ground to create smalltalk, all she could think about were moments that just made her clench her fists in frustration.
Which played its part into the third surprise of the evening. As the two genin wandeed deeper into the dense fog, neither were paying attention enough to their surroundings. It wasn’t until the unmistakable crack of breaking earth shattered the silence that the two children realized what happened. “Shiori!” Ayame called out, jumping forward without thinking to catch the oni. But it was far too late as the ground began to crumble away into nothingness. Ayame, who was too fully committed to the catch, continued her plan of not thinking and jumped down with Shiori. She wrapped her arms around the girl in a desperate attempt to do something, anything, to mitigate the fall. It was soon after that that Ayame felt a sharp crack against her skull and her world went dark.
Some time later, a noise cut through the darkness. “...till alive over there?!” It sounded muffled, as if the Uchiha was underwater. The volume made her already aching head throb with pain. “...yelling…” Ayame managed to mumble, her voice coming out as little more than a dry rasp. If pressed, Ayame would sit upright and repeat with “Stop yelling!” Immediately followed by a hiss of air through grit teeth as more pain shot through her head. The Genin’s eyes squeezed shut as she held her head in her hand.
Ayame let out a slow breath through clenched teeth as she opened her eyes, blinking a few times to get rid of the blurriness. “Where are we…?” She managed to mumble. As Shiori answered (or not) the red haired girl looked around, her hand reaching back for a scroll. It took a moment of groping at emptiness for Ayame’s heart to freeze in a panic. Her blood went cold as she looked around more frantically, with more purpose. There!
Ayame scrambled to her feet and ran, her solid steps quickly giving way to soft splashing in the nearby river. Ayame froze at what she saw: two travel packs, surrounded by their now floating contents. Soaked through rations, soggy scrolls with ink leaking from them and into the water… Ayame grabbed one scroll and opened it up, confirming that the seals inside were completely ruined. Dejected, she plopped down on the riverbank and let the cool water rush by her. “Now what…?” she muttered.
