Seeing the rest of the team quietly resting and waiting, Mako finds a spot against a tree several meters away from the fire and reaches for her notebook. With the whole team in view, she takes in every detail she possibly can before sketching the scene from memory.
Mako kept a close eye on Kasai's surroundings as he completed his work and admittedly felt safer with his threads in place. She overheard the group mention foraging for food and tried to intercept Opus before he left camp. " Here, you can take this master, should you find a use for it," she...
Amazing. Makoto knows too well how to keep hidden by controlling the amount of sound you make or interfering with an opponents vision... but controlling the sounds your natural surroundings make to your presence is simply genius. She recalls the teachings of her swordmaster and of using your...
Once the music began, Mako assumed it was intentional as well... however she could only guess if the intent was to spur them on or deter possible threats.
Mako quickly nods to Kasai as he looks back, signaling she is still fit to continue, though she couldn't help but notice Kuma's uneasiness...
A little taken back at what she saw, Mako couldnt help but stare in silence until everyone else was on their way. She then smiles to herself, thankful for the strange yet comfortable company she has found herself in. Considering her current position, she appoints herself rearguard and decides...
Makoto approaches the girl and bows with respect. "It is a pleasure to meet you lady Mira. Please, feel at ease. You will be safe with us, of this I swear". Mako notices the book and tries to recognize any writing or motifs on the cover. Smiling she says she enjoys reading herself and hopes...
Finishing her map, Mako jumps to her feet, excited at the thought of seeing someplace new. "Understood, Sensei. I can keep us hidden if things get hairy, and support with ice shuriken if we need to keep our distance."
Makoto remembers reading all about the rain village in an agricultural journal filled with maps of the surrounding farmlands and hunting grounds. She swipes a pen and scroll from her tool belt and quickly begins doodling a map from memory. As for the second mission, she mutters to herself that...
Mako thanks Opus for the lesson an bids his teammates goodnight, jump flipping over the tripped Kuma as she runs home. She's greeted by her wolf Shingen as she approaches, and decides to take him on a walk to the deli for scraps before it gets too late. As they walk, she mutters to herself...
Impressed, Mako admits she would very much like to examine this weapon if he would allow it. she then clenches a fist and vows to practice until no weaver of illusions will get the drop on her again.
Mako focused on his every word as if her life would one day depend on it. The thought of a weapon that could break an illusion interested her greatly. "So what is this.. jin?"
Mako nods in agreement. Sharing Kumas frustration but recognizing the opportunity to learn she turns to Opus. "And how can we defend ourselves against that kind of attack?"
Allowing her body to simply react on instinct, her sword dances in her hands, parrying the incoming poison needles with surgical precision. As she begins to form an icy kunai in her off-hand and line up her next target, Mako hears the jarring note and the foreboding voice of their sensei. Her...
Makos first water clone sent to back up Kumo is now in an ideal position to leap to his defense. With the poison deflected, it turns and charges the puppet. The collision is enough to liquify the clone, however Mako immediately freezes the water as it splashes over the puppet. This encases...
"Assessing your opponent before acting is a cornerstone of ninjutsu." Is all Makoto could muster in response as she realized her attempt at appealing to the teachers ego and obvious love of music in order to provoke him into playing something much more difficult and demanding if his attention...
Makoto watches her teammates struggle against Opus, just as she watched them fend off the beasts within the forest. "A head on assault will only result in more crows and counterattacks," she whispers to herself. He must be caught off guard. They will need a distraction.