QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Hinata Raihara
A golden gleam that had shone through the fog caught Hinata’s eye—triggering her money sense. She might’ve gone to investigate it if not for the other figure that emerged from the fog to run beside her. It was the white haired boy who tried to scare away the man-faced ape with a gun. Hinata recognized him not only by his appearance, but by the aura that was masterfully contained around his body as he moved. Each person had a different one. A different amount produced. A different quality to it. From Satoz’s radiant one to Paio’s drippy one, the white-haired boy who looked to be around her age had a distinct one as well.
“Of course I know if it,” Hinata replied, her eyes occasionally darting to the golden gleam she’d seen earlier. “I grew up in a shrine where learning this sort of stuff is to be expected. There’s no way I can hunt what I'm looking for without it anyway.”
It wasn’t humans or physical beasts Hinata hunted, but spiritual ones.
Therefore while she trained diligently in all four principles and gained mastery enough to develop her abilities, what she mainly focused on in terms of techniques Gyo and En in order to sense her surroundings and find the ones she was looking for. Physical training couldn’t be neglected of course. A sound body leads to a sound mind.
And, if Paio were sound of mind, he wouldn’t be munching loudly on peanuts or picking up food off the floor. He was taking a while as well.
Did he get tricked by a Ruse Raven?
Hinata huffed. Buzzkill he’d called her. Well, he could enjoy his mushrooms or whatever wild animal that gets attracted to his nuts for all she cared. Others could appreciate her level-headedness. Was he really older than her? He looked older than Nova at least, despite the white hair. It was in the eyes.
Hinata smiled. “My name’s Hinata. Teaming up sounds like a good idea.”
Nova seemed smart—to work towards making allies in the Exam instead of enemies. She’d already had several idiots attempt to take her out in the fog as if to try to lessen the competition while the proctor wasn’t looking. At the very least, he didn’t look like a Tonpa. More easy on the eyes as well.
As she thought this, Hinata suddenly stopped, blinking in bewilderment. She could feel the disruption in Paio’s nen. Nen was, after all, closely tied to emotion—whether it was murderous rage or tranquil peace. Wherever he was, his state of mind seemed agitated. Afraid? Angry? Sad? Hinata couldn’t tell. However, her gut, and experience, told her something was wrong. No creature in this swamp should’ve been able to cause a nen-user such turmoil.
Probably. There was no way for Hinata to tell exactly what dangers lay in the swamp.
Even so, it wasn't as if she owed him anything. All they did was run through and 80 km tunnel together. If the idiot died, it was because of his own carelessness or underestimating his opponent. They were all competitors anyway. Just like the other applicants Hinata had left to die.
The 14-year-old priestess-in-training swore. "...I’m going to go check on an idiot. You can keep going without me, Nova. I’ll be able to trace you so long as you don’t hide your nen.”
And, like that, Hinata backtracked in the direction of Paio’s disturbed nen.
Lucem Castello
A golden gleam that had shone through the fog caught Hinata’s eye—triggering her money sense. She might’ve gone to investigate it if not for the other figure that emerged from the fog to run beside her. It was the white haired boy who tried to scare away the man-faced ape with a gun. Hinata recognized him not only by his appearance, but by the aura that was masterfully contained around his body as he moved. Each person had a different one. A different amount produced. A different quality to it. From Satoz’s radiant one to Paio’s drippy one, the white-haired boy who looked to be around her age had a distinct one as well.
“Of course I know if it,” Hinata replied, her eyes occasionally darting to the golden gleam she’d seen earlier. “I grew up in a shrine where learning this sort of stuff is to be expected. There’s no way I can hunt what I'm looking for without it anyway.”
It wasn’t humans or physical beasts Hinata hunted, but spiritual ones.
Therefore while she trained diligently in all four principles and gained mastery enough to develop her abilities, what she mainly focused on in terms of techniques Gyo and En in order to sense her surroundings and find the ones she was looking for. Physical training couldn’t be neglected of course. A sound body leads to a sound mind.
And, if Paio were sound of mind, he wouldn’t be munching loudly on peanuts or picking up food off the floor. He was taking a while as well.
Did he get tricked by a Ruse Raven?
Hinata huffed. Buzzkill he’d called her. Well, he could enjoy his mushrooms or whatever wild animal that gets attracted to his nuts for all she cared. Others could appreciate her level-headedness. Was he really older than her? He looked older than Nova at least, despite the white hair. It was in the eyes.
Hinata smiled. “My name’s Hinata. Teaming up sounds like a good idea.”
Nova seemed smart—to work towards making allies in the Exam instead of enemies. She’d already had several idiots attempt to take her out in the fog as if to try to lessen the competition while the proctor wasn’t looking. At the very least, he didn’t look like a Tonpa. More easy on the eyes as well.
As she thought this, Hinata suddenly stopped, blinking in bewilderment. She could feel the disruption in Paio’s nen. Nen was, after all, closely tied to emotion—whether it was murderous rage or tranquil peace. Wherever he was, his state of mind seemed agitated. Afraid? Angry? Sad? Hinata couldn’t tell. However, her gut, and experience, told her something was wrong. No creature in this swamp should’ve been able to cause a nen-user such turmoil.
Probably. There was no way for Hinata to tell exactly what dangers lay in the swamp.
Even so, it wasn't as if she owed him anything. All they did was run through and 80 km tunnel together. If the idiot died, it was because of his own carelessness or underestimating his opponent. They were all competitors anyway. Just like the other applicants Hinata had left to die.
The 14-year-old priestess-in-training swore. "...I’m going to go check on an idiot. You can keep going without me, Nova. I’ll be able to trace you so long as you don’t hide your nen.”
And, like that, Hinata backtracked in the direction of Paio’s disturbed nen.
Lucem Castello
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