[澤] Heart of the Country ||

[Lanfaer]

⦉ Power gives freedom from control and the pen of destiny to the author. ⦊
❝ Power begets freedom, and I shall be the freest of them all. ❞

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tab Almost, Hesrik responded to the accusation as Vidar turned and fled into the coming darkness. Twice he almost lashed out to eviscerate the boy. Thrice he took a step forward to go after him, to find what the boy might know about him. Yet each time the former Mizukage stopped to reminisce on the choices he'd made and the words he'd spoken since meeting the strange mercenary, and came to the conclusion that the man was either delusional or did not appreciate the use of poison in some fashion. As he'd explained to Baranara the name Oragor was his true name, the one his parents had assigned to him at birth. A label for an old life, but a valid name nonetheless. The closest to a lie that Hesrik could be said to have perpetuated was the act of being blind, but it had become rather obvious that such foolery would not work on the mercenary, and thus the act had been dropped in minutes. Easily explainable as clumsiness and not blindness, the matter shouldn't have reached such a fevered pitch for such an accusation to be so easily cast, yet there it was. It was not an incorrect or unwarranted accusation for his past self, so perhaps this was Fate sending him a message.
tab Yes, that must be it!
tab Taking the lesson to heart the ancient shinobi turned and listened for the telltale scream of the parasite he had purged for the purpose and began a methodical and paced stride towards its origin. Each step took him back the way he had come, towards the black pit where he had woken not long before. In fact even from here he could see the light of fire flickering upon the cave entrance as he passed it, and there, the disturbed earth where he had summoned the wall to murder the bird of prey that had sought him for its lunch. Shaking his head at the still ridiculous memory of it suddenly erupting Hesrik continued on, towards the pit itself, where the scream was echoing up from the depths. A scream that was both a desire to return and for help, clearly shown by the desperation in its tone. Eyebrow raised in curiosity the older man stopped at the edge of the pit and looked down below where, to his incredulity, he saw the girl who claimed to be the Bloodied Iron sprawled out on the oath leading into the put some tens of feet below. Several spirals down, in fact, which meant she had likely used her sand to attempt to halt her progress down the incline.
tab An amused sound issued from his throat as his tendrils rose, thin and glistening in the dying light, from the pores of his arms and legs. Grabbing the edge and anchoring himself on solid ground Hesrik lowered himself towards the first spiral, dropping most of the way there due to lack of enough length. This process he repeated further and further into the pit until, several attempts later, he dropped next to the slumbering and sickly creature. Staring at her, the parasites within him screamed for blood and pain. Even then the tendrils he'd been using sprouted little mouths on their ends and moved around the body, tasting the misery that expelled from her body in waves as the chicken took its effect. For several moments he tolerated it, listening to their cries, and reasoned with himself the benefits of listening versus going for his original plan. There were upsides to ripping her heart out now, but the long game had forever been his focus, and he would not lose to mindless monstrosities who cared only for their self preservation. He wouldn't, and he couldn't. So instead the tendrils wrapped around the body tightly before he asserted control and lifted her behind him up the slope, repeating the process but backwards to lift himself up to the rim once more, leaving the iron sand, and her iron gear, behind as he did so.
tab There would be time yet.
tab Reaching the top he placed her down upon the ground still breathing, and asleep. Here he made a stop at the cave to put down his scythe and all metal from his person, except for the tin breastplate he wore on his chest. If she were to get past that she'd find him a foe she'd be difficult to beat at such a disadvantage, so it mattered not if she could control it alone.
tab Returning to her with a length of vine from a nearby tree Hesrik took to tying her hands and feet before looping one length between both and attaching one end to her throat. If she attempted to stretch out, to move her arms and legs, she would find her windpipe being constricted. The knot was a slip knot and quite tight, making such restriction of airflow a one way process unless her hands were free to relieve it. Nodding to himself Hesrik considered once more his option before knowing that this, of them all, was the best decision he could make.
tab Leaning down, he tapped her cheat with his hand and moved back, his robes and armor hiding the tendrils away where they were meant to be and his eyes staring down at her from on high. 'Let us see how the Bloodied Iron takes to being the victim,' he mused silently, waiting for her to wake.

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❝ With power, there is always a price. ❞

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Techniques Used:
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Current Objectives:
✤ Teach the young bloodied iron that this world is no longer her's.

Items of Note:
✤ Techniques Learned: None

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[ e x p ] 0000 x|x [ r y o ] 0000 x|x [ c h a k r a ] 115 / 115 x|x [ s t a m i n a ] 100 / 100

[ m o o d ] Bemused x|x [ h e a l t h ] Weakened x|x [ i n j u r i e s ] None x|x [ c o n t r o l ] Established