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Haemon Odamesa
Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Blood
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INT: ( 02 ) | RSV: ( 06 ) | SPR: ( 07 )
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The soft humming sound, something associated to a piece of music and yet the melody could not be placed to any specific song or piece of music known to the public masses, or at least that was what would certainly be assumed by those who may come across it. The stark white suit of the figure that slowly strolled through the Academy's main gates, cast his dull gray gaze around the area of the Academy even as he stepped into it. "Ah.. The lovely scent has already filled the air of this place, perhaps such a thing is a definite sign of my coming, and the work to which I must do here.." The male says as he slowly inhales the air of the Shinobi Academy, before gradually making his way towards the main entrance of the school itself. His stride was slow and steady, he was neither in a rush or in necessary need of a direction for him to walk in. After all, he was here to help the people, not here to achieve anything in the slightest. The newly appointed Spiritual Head had arrived to educate and advance the beliefs of the masses in ways that his predecessors had not. They had never once left the village, since the time that their savior had presented themselves upon the blood red streets of Hidden Blood. Now that he had taken up the mantle as the next Spiritual Head, he was able to push the beliefs of his village to the point of allowing himself to actually head out into the world. As Haemon comes to a stop just outside the doorway that lead into the Academy building itself, a slow and casual smile formed upon his previous expressionless face, he stretched a pale white hand forwards and grasped the handle to the door and then immediately draws the door open as he allows someone else who was walking up behind him to step in ahead of him. "After you, I insist." He says with that same smile spread upon his lips before he follows in behind the stranger and into the Shinobi Academy itself. As soon as Haemon steps through the doors, that mysterious melody he had been humming resumes once again, his stark white form slowly beginning it's way down the main hallway of the Shinobi Academy and through the decently sized building as he went. For now he was simply observing his surroundings, gathering in the numbers and locations of the classrooms and those within them. This was crucial towards his plan of gathering an accurate following and allowing them to reap the benefits of aligning with his Village and the Church that it harbored within.

Haemon would make his way down the hallway, smiling and greeting anyone who would look upon him with a slight nod of his head in their direction as he walked, his hands clasped behind his back. His dull gray gaze soon falling upon a rather active room that was ahead of him, the sound of talking and movement bringing this particular room to his attention, as two females slowly make their way out of the room and begin heading back the way he had just come from, towards the entrance of the Academy themselves. Other than giving them a momentary glance and the casual nod of his head as a greeting, he paid them no real mind. His pale gray gaze passing over the other occupants of the room with little interest before he would begin to slowly make his way away from this particular room once again and continue his way down the hall. That same mysterious tune still being hummed in a rather casual form all the while that he spent walking throughout the building. He did not have a plan just yet, but he had come across just about every nook and cranny as he walked, as well as took note of all those that were within the building itself. Haemon knew there was certainly those that could be outside in the multiple training grounds as well, but he did not need to worry too much about those in the long run, after all they would all see his message when he leaves soon. Haemon's dull gray eyes fell upon the back door that lead off to the training grounds beyond, smiling in greeting to yet another random academy student that he came across as he stepped up to the door and soon opened it, passing back out into the light of the day outside. "Well then.. The tour is done, and the light of day is still in full effect. I believe it is about time to begin the proceedings before accepting the possibilities of new members to my flock.." He says, while he casually turns around and faces the back door to the building itself. He would reach into a pocket of the white suit he wore, and immediately draw forth what would appear to be a surgical knife of sorts. Lifting the knife in front of his face, he casually slid the weapon's blade down the palm of his left hand until blood began to pull up in his outstretched palm. Nodding his head in approval, Haemon slid the knife back into his suit pocket and then placed his fingers into the pooling blood of his palm, while his eyes began to shine in the sight of the flowing blood that was accumulating there. "That should be well enough for now.." He says, while taking a step forwards towards the door that he had just exited out of and stretching his hand forwards that he had dipped into his makeshift blood red paint. He would immediately begin to draw the symbol he desired upon the wood of the door before him, stretching and craning himself to make sure it was as large as he could make it in all directions in order to cover the entirety of the closed door. After several minutes of dedicated painting, Haemon completed his work, a symbol that would raise the necessary emotions in those that knew of it's use, while still allowing for his religion to spread forth throughout the land with it's appearance as well.
"Perfect.. Let us all rejoice, in the coming of the Blood!" Haemon exclaims loudly to the air around him, before he turns and begins walking away from the door he had just placed his symbol upon and out towards the area behind the Academy. He had completed task number one, and now was about time that he began the tasks that he was truly here to commit to. His hand still dripping in the crimson life liquid that he had devoted to the creation of his symbol with. His dull gray eyes peering around as he took in the new sights and narrowed in on a rather decently sized group of lower end seeming Academy Students who were outside attempting to get some decent throwing star training in. Haemon wasted no time, stepping out directly in front of them while they all began to scream in surprise. A shuriken actually lodging itself into his chest as he simply smiled openly to them all and began walking towards them now, blood beginning to pool and stain the stark white suit that he wore. "Friends! My name is Haemon, and I have come here on a journey to enlighten you all to an existence that may change your very lives all together! Long ago, a being who many had considered to be a God among men, stepped down into our lands with one soul purpose in mind.. Uniting the world together into one entity, one strong supportive union that all that within would be strengthened by.." Haemon began, while continuing to walk towards the startled students. His voice steady and unhindered by the pain he had to feel, having a throwing star lodged into his ribs at this very moment. Haemon did not even glance down at the object, as he continued forwards until he was standing before the group of no more than five different academy students who were all frighteningly listening to his speed. "The power that Our lord and Savior, the God of Blood himself, graced us with. With the belief that we would all be free in this life, by joining hands with each other and chasing the evils that terrorize our very existences every day. Greed. Corruption. Manipulation. All things that can be managed and pushed aside thanks to the Blood God, Serkan. With his arrival, a new world was placed before our eyes, those of us within Chigakure now wish to bring that same peace forwards onto all of the rest of the Shinobi World!" He exclaims at last, raising both hands up into the air, as blood splashes across the ground from his still bleeding palm. "Joining our cause is the first step, in ridding these negative weights from your shoulders, and the shoulders of your families! Your commitment in spreading the word of our savior is all I ask of you all today.. There is no catch, nor fees. Just go home when your school day is done, and bring up the Blood God to your friends and families. I assure you that we will all be thankful, after this is done!" He finishes, while lowering his hands back to his sides, blood having dripped down his left wrist and begun to stain the white sleeve of his suit jacked while he spoke. "With the more professional declarations and requests out of the way.. I, as a Spiritual Head for the Church of Blood, can grant upon any of you that wish it, a blessing of our beliefs in order to strengthen your resolve and further your speed of training.. Should you desire such a trait, you may meet me to the side over here.. Otherwise, please continue as you were.. Oh, and here, this is yours" He says while yanking the throwing star from his chest and handing it back to the one that had thrown it when he had stepped in front of them. He smiles kindly upon the frightened student, before he slowly makes his way to the side and stands still. Watching them expectantly, with the hopes that at least one would take his offer of a blessing, so he may continue to spread his good will to those around him.

Senimaru, Hadrian
[ Health: 50 | Reaction: 6 | Perception: 6]

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[ Spd: 6 | Str: 4 | Def: 4 | Int:6 | Res: 6 | SP: 4 ]

Shun, like a fox, was a sly opponent to deal with. He had weapons on him, but they remained hidden in his lose, flowing robes. A kusarigama wrapped up along his right arm, blade just hidden from sight from the Uchiha boy. "Ah... how the times change." The fox boy would chime as Naka claimed that the Uchiha no longer needed to hide anymore. His gaze still careful to avoid the boy's gaze as he paces a few steps before his trap wire of chakra string, though it seemed that this Sanada girl seemed rather popular as a wild looking male threw himself in the clearing, followed by a pink haired swordswoman. "Seem the young lady has guests now... so there is no reason to hold you up. Shame... I thought we would get to see her prowess... though it seems she has done something her father never could." A foxy grin painting his face with a warm laugh as he shakes his head, '... but if the young lady is safe, then I could totally fight the 'non-Genjutsu' Uchiha.' The male was trying too hard for Shun to drop his guard and glance into his eyes. 'What a foolish boy.'

Anyway, nothing was going to happen if one of the two did not act now. Shun leap into air and with a flick of his left wrist, sent out a wave of senbon needles from his loose sleeve. The agile, quick male kicking off the trees, moving between them to keep himself from being in one place for too long. "Come on Mr. Uchiha... Let us see than fire release you were praising." The fox-like male teased while springing from tree to tree, remaining always in motion. Shun still grinning like a fox, as the senbon from before while a distraction, and even now as he leap and kicked from the trees around the young Uchiha male a thin, nearly invisible string of chakra was left behind. This was creating a net, or web, around Nakahiro as the fox moved.


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Soon may the Wellerman come,To bring us sugar and tea and rum, One day, when the tonguin' is done, We'll take our leave and go

Las Nachos, the very famous pirate like figure among the Hidden Katana, shows up at the academy with him whistling. He is whistling a song known as Wellerman, a good song about the seas and leading his own ship including a fine crew. The thought of him drinking tea and rum makes him very happy, as well as sharing such things with innocent people. So he steps into the class room with his pirate boots clamping against the ground, spotting some students sitting through out.

He decides to sit down and think about what he wants to do when he gets out of here. Back at home, he has some blades to forge and make with the clan techniques he will learn and use. After all, becoming a blade master is what he wants to be and learn his other clan abilities, the Hoshigaki. They have fierce some Shark jutsu from what he has heard and applying that to his blades would be great.




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She's a fast clipper ship and a bully good crew, Away Santiana, And an old salty yank for a captain too, Along the plains of Mexico



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It had felt as an age or more has passed since last the specter walked the halls of the not-so hallowed halls of this place of learning. Kagami traced her pale ethereal fingertips along the wall as she walked rather slowly through the halls of the academy. It had been such a time since she had been through these halls; the last being in a time of chaos and strife where ones survival was aimed at how well they dealt with threats and not even the halls of a place of learning were safe from such chaotic ebbs and flows. How her power had only grown from the last time she recalls from being in such a place. Over a hundred years ago the specter would not have materialized quite as much being little more than an outline or shadow. It wasn't till she was gifted by a very remarkable man a body that she could take on such a solid form. Yet here, and now, her visage was visible, even if her image blurred and faded further down her arms and towards her feet. As it were Kagami already looked to be floating through the air, due to the way her legs faded before reaching her feet. The only article of clothing the specter seemed to be clad in was a simple black sundress the flowed around her legs. Her crimson eyes stopping as they idly fall on a symbol painted in a blood red paint... or was it... actual blood. A grin teased across her face as the heavy iron rich aroma was a hard one to miss. 'Angra Mainyu? Yet... Crius is no longer around.' Now intrigued by the symbols and who may be the one drawing them, Kagami floated down the halls while following the painted symbols through the academy grounds. As the only 'surviving' member of the Angra Mainyu it was her duty to find out who was using their likeness, and for what reasons.

As she moved through the halls, following these 'holy' symbols, Kagami's mind wanders over time she had joined the Angra Mainyu, and meet a few of the generals.
-- The area is a complete and odd stark white color, and the ground appears to be littered in sand though there is no heat. Black trees rise from every angle, lacking in leaves and appearing to be just like that of bone by black. Above everything, is an endless expanse of black sky where a single crimson moon sits permanently transfixed in all its full moon glory, just behind the tower that rises steadily from the base of an equally almost marble black castle off in the distance. Flowing just past the black castle like building is a crimson river of blood, snaking its way out and off into the distance and the black bone like forests beyond. The entire area appears to be heavily weighted in an almost ominous way as if the sky itself will fall at way second onto the pure white sand. The sand, at closer examination, is actually ground bone, ground so thoroughly that it appears and feels like a fine white powder. Painted upon every shuttered window, and every door is the bleeding symbol of the Angra Mainyu. The tower glows like a light house, yet with a similar crimson light, much like the moon. This light appearing to trail almost lazily across the ground, like a search light. The specter was warned that the search light would trigger the defense system of the base, but luckily, she was an expected guest. A few weeks prior Kagami had meet a man, whose body was the finest of craftsmanship. This individual, Cruis, had invited her to come and collect a body once she provided the 'materials' required for her own custom body. It was an easy task to obtain the bodies and clans that the specter wished for her own body; Kagurou, Kidoumaru, Abumi, Kon, Zoto, Bikou, Replon, Howard, Dante, and Daimyo... all went into this body to make it a finely crafted killing machine. Though now after years of being unmaintained, it lacked the clan blood abilities it once had. Upon entering a room, by floating harmlessly through the wall, Kagami comes across the body lying in pieces and parts across the room. "Oooh..." She lets out as she lifts one of the arms in the air while examining its craftsmanship. It would pull from her ethereal grip as the parts and pieces form into a body that was shaped to the specter's specifications. That is when the voice of the puppet master asked if she was impressed with its craftsmanship. he entire body casually begins to shift its entire form, slowly raising itself and then lowering its head, stretching its arms and making sure all the joints were securely locked into place. There didn't seem to be any strings attached to the puppet itself, but at the same time the new puppet like female who's face still resembled a puppet, though the prosthetic skin was casually forming itself across the face and giving it the face of the female as well. The jaw dropping to hang slack for a moment, as if it wanted to talk, and then snapping together again as it. The Kagami puppet casually began to walk forwards towards the ghost, there wasn't far she really needed to move. Her dead eyes casually snapping into light as they gaze upon the ghost, a scythe seeming to form into her right hand, as the emotionless face stares with its dead eyes at the ghost, as it stands there preparing itself for some sort of attack. A ghostly grin crosses her face as the specter can't help but eye over the naked body of the woman that use to be herself, "Its perfect" Was the only sentiment shared before the body was launched into an attack against her with the Koto clan shadow scythe. Floating into a closest wall, Kagami avoids the first swipe of the shadow weapon. It was a test to see if the woman had what it took to own and control her new body. She would flow through the stone and try to reach up from the floor. Her hands aiming to take hold of those ankles to try and possess the puppet. A short chuckle rises from the shadows all around the puppet and Kagami as the puppet's gaze slowly follows the ghost's body with ease. A single eye forming in the center of the puppet's forehead, the combination of the Third Eye and the Ultimate Eye, allowing the alchemy symbol scanning forwards and locking onto her body even as she moved through the floor. Leaping upwards into the air, slamming both palms together, and then pulling them free twin katanas slide from either of its palms, these being the double hilted weapon from Hidden Katana. Since they were equipped with a chakra emitter, they would generate a slight charge of chakra around the blade itself. Making them dangerous to those of ethereal energy that the sword would cut. The puppet's head slowly twists around, as it slashes downwards with these two blades, aiming to slash across either of the extending wrists of Kagami before it falls back to the ground not too far away. The Ultimate Eye remaining locked onto Kagami in order to allow for the puppet to keep a close watch on her movements. Kagami's face shines with a ghostly grin as the area around her begins to slow to her eyes. Every twitch of the puppet's body is recorded in her head as she flies from the ground taking a scratch on her arms from the chakra coated blades. This was the effect of the Universal Time Understanding Style, it didn't actually slow down the opponent, but it did make Kagami perceive the opponent as being slower, and thus it allowed her to react faster. The ghost 'licks' her wound as she glares at the body with the looks of her with that the purple-ish spirit does a few hand seals which creates 99 copies of herself. these Paradox Clones were all her, or at least different variants of her. These copies circle around the false image of Kagami, the plan was simple the Ultimate Eye would be harder to use as she gathered around the body and with so many spirits it would be hard to lock on to her exactly. Each of the Paradox Clones break away then dart back and forth and threw the puppet body, more in a distraction tactic rather than offensive one, but it should buy Kagami the time she needs as she hides among the other spirits of herself. The puppet's entire body slowly begins to twirl as the many versions of Kagami form themselves and begin moving around it. Instead of waiting for an attack in confusion, it uses the Ultimate Eye in order to predict the pathways through the attacks that were coming its way. Moving itself easily out of the way of each attack and sliding the chakra engulfed katana through the attacker at the same time. Once done, the puppet slams a single hand downwards to the ground, a large alchemy circle forming itself around the entire area, with the puppet in the center. As soon as the circle forms, it radiates a deep blue color and then flashes causing an explosion of flame to shoot up all around the puppet, aiming to defeat every clone in one blast. The puppet's body casually spins in its stance, taking control of all the eyes it had in its possession, the entire area slowing down as it uses its HuyaiMetsuki eyes to see everything as if it was moving faster and the opponent was moving slower. It instantly spun around making a full circle where it stood, watching for whatever may come out of the flames to attack it while it stood there, with blades ready. The tricky b*****d! As the puppet spinning and moving gracefully around the oncoming spirits, some of which meet the fate of the chakra blades. After which Kagami pulls back with her clones, still some carelessly banter into the flames created by the puppet's alchemy abilities. Whats left of Kagami's small army by no means remain still, but the leader was working a plan in her mind, on to overwhelm and out power the puppet. She had an idea on the ability of her fuax body's HuyaiMetsuki, and she was hoping that it would at least rival her own Universal Time Understanding Style, though she was likely very wrong. The purple spirit grinned...wickedly as her chakra swelled up and from that grew what appeared to be peacock fan of feathers behind her. This was Kujaku Myouhou, and with her the rest of her clones did the same so that there was no difference between her and them. Now for her plan to fall in action, Kagami and the remaining Paradox Clones launches chakra lines from each of their palms and through the fire. Since it was purely Chakra the strings make it through in decent shape and begin to wrap around the body's arms, legs, and torso. Kagami was using Kujaku Myouhou's Bind technique to lock the puppet body in place and severally limit the movement of her so to be new body. Well, that was not entirely how it was planned. It seems the puppet hadn't been able to react fast enough for the good amount of bind techniques that were coming at it at one time. Within seconds it was completely bound by the techniques and held in place almost by the look of being held still by chains. There were ways that this puppet could have dodged, but it seems the puppeteer had seen enough for it to be something that needed to be worried about. It wasn't Crius that walked out of the shadows on an upper balcony over the long meeting table that had been set up in this room, it was Maeva. Her slender form casually slinking it's way in a rather sexy fashion as she slides up onto the banister and turns her body around on it, lifting a single pale leg up and letting it rest across the edge of the banister as she gazes down with that blank expression of her's down at the now lifeless puppet and the many versions of Kagami that littered the long room below. Her soft looking hands cease their clapping, as she casually places one onto the banister, turning her body a bit more, her other hand coming to rest casually upon her lap. The long black dress being pulled taunt to her slender form. her long black hair was pulled up into a slight bob, a single senbon pushed neatly through the center in order to hold her hair in place. As she begins speaking it first sounds like Crius' voice, and then slowly fades out into her own halfway through. "Congratulations... I on behalf of Crius happily accept your membership into the Angra Mainyu... Please take your new body and get used to it, it should be helpful to you in the future... As well, we should cover it up in something. After all, it's naked right now. As cute as your human body was, I don't need to continue seeing it." Maeva says, her face never taking anything more than an emotionless expression, the end of her words held the tone of the expectation of a giggle, but one did not come. Her slender hand slowly rose from her lap as she looks back for a moment towards the darkened door that was held partially ajar behind her, with a flick of a hand a single chakra string tugged towards her. Bringing the objects that someone was given when they were to join this organization. The long black flowing cloak of the Angra Mainyu, was what Kagami would now receive. The string holding up the cloak easily, as it weaves about like a snake, dropping it downwards in order to fall over the lifeless puppet that stood on the ground below. A flex of her fingers that were on the banister, revealed the sudden whip of chakra strings which spun in a slight spiral, cutting through all the binds in one pull, before the puppet sprang back to life, sweeping its arms upwards and slipping onto the Angra Mainyu cloak with ease. "Now... Where would you like the tattoo. I'll give you a choice, instead of placing it somewhere you may not like it..." Maeva says, before the strings vanish between her fingers and the places they were being used. Her emotionless light blue eyes staring down at Kagami as she lays her hand back onto her lap, waiting patiently. Kagami grins as Crius's voice announces exactly what the spirit wanted to hear. Even before Maeva had a chance to reveal herself, the spirit had possessed and modeled her new body. The nakedness of the non-desc body didn't seem to bother Kagami, then again, she lived in that body and had seen it every day while alive. The changing voice drew Kagami's attention back from the body, so that was Maeva...she was lovely, but the cold emotionless voice didn't seem to match her face and frame. That was sad indeed, but Kagami bows to her proctor and snaps the cloak from the air as it is offered for temporary clothing, "I thank you and him for this chance." She slides the cloak over one shoulder as Maeva asks about the location of the Angra Mainyu tattoo, and with a prideful pat to her chest Kagami looks up, "Here... just above my left breast." The spirit moves her hand away from the location while still wiggling her new body's fingers and toes. As long as she waited for Maeva to brand her as a member of the organization, Kagami seemingly equipped herself with the Angra Mainyu gear; Upgraded Bracelet and Glove on her right hand and the breathing mask on her face. The bracelet and glove would be useful later, but as for the mask? Her body wasn't leaving and couldn't be affected by anything air born, likewise her normal spirit self was immune from almost all forms of sickness. The answer was simple, appearance. Kagami liked the look of the mask, and it was interfering with many of her body's ability and jutsu. --

Freeing herself from her own thoughts, Kagami finds herself at the range were students trained at throwing kunai and shuriken. There was another student, Heamon, was standing in the range with various ninja weapons in him while he preached of a blood god to the other students. Something interesting came up... a name, Serkan. It was a name from her past, and one of the Generals of Angra Mainyu. A playful hearty laugh escapes her as the specter sweeps across the training grounds, "Aaahh~ Serkan... that is not a name I have heard of in over a hundred years? Her crimson eyes falling on the bleeding male as she inspects his injuries, "I take it that you are the one that drew that symbol through the academy?" Her gaze falls to the other students, "You can keep on your practice... you clearly need it if he is still standing, and you cannot harm me anyway." She taunts the other students before returning her attention back to the blood priest, "So tell me... who did you come to know this 'holy' symbol, and Blood God, Serkan?"


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Haemon Odamesa
Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Blood
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SPD: ( 08 ) | STR: ( 02 ) | DEF: ( 05 )
INT: ( 02 ) | RSV: ( 06 ) | SPR: ( 07 )
[x][x]PERC: ( 05 ) | RACT: ( 06 )
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Haemon smiled widely, as a couple of the students that he had been addressing would begin to hesitantly step forwards and after a short pause, voice their acceptance of the blessing that he was offering to anyone willing to obtain it. The male slowly nods his head, raising his hands up towards his chin in the form of a partial praying stance, before he gingerly extends one palm face up, the palm of which was still bleeding a decent stream of blood. Enough blood to begin to form the needed pool that he required to create the blessing for these newly loyal acolytes. "May the Blessing of the Blood God ever be upon you, and may you by your own power, spread the teachings and beliefs of Serkan himself across the Shinobi Lands. Unifying and empowering all those who have strayed from the paths of peace." He says with a rather kind seeming smile, as he slowly strokes out the symbol of the Church of Blood onto the forehead of the first academy student that had stepped up in front of him. As soon as he was done, he would take a step to the side, and repeat the process while doing the same for the second academy student, before he would gingerly dismiss them to return to their prospective trainings to which he had so casually interrupted moments before. "Anyone else wishing to receive the Blessings, may come to me as they feel the need.. I will be here for a small while longer." He says, before he casually allows his arms to rest at his sides once again, and brings his attention upon the specter that was slowly making her way in his direction. With her sudden declarations of remembrance towards the God of Blood, especially with the mention of a well acknowledged chunk of time that would coincide with the Blood God's reign in this mortal plane, he also listened intently to the remainder of her words, including the taunting remarks to the other academy students to which he had stepped into the way of their training earlier, slowly shaking his head and dismissing the taunts she was giving. It was not an unknown thing for students to treat other students in such a way, after all, competition was a means of growing stronger as well.

He would slowly stroll forwards towards the spectral female as he observed her appearance with his pale gray hues, while casually drawing his bloody red stained hands across the quickly staining white cloth of his suited attire. "Well now.. It is by his bloodied grace, that I was able to come across a believer as devote as yourself, Young Lady.." He says, while extending a hand to feign the motions of taking the ghostly female by the shoulder and leading her away from the academy students that he had just been speaking to. "Take a walk with me, and I can answer your questions as we do so." He says, while continuing to kindly smile in her direction, even though such a smile did not appear to actually fully stretch up to his eyes. "The symbol used by the Church of Blood, located within the Village hidden in Blood, has been passed down for multiple generations by each and every Church Head, and Spiritual Head regardless of age nor reputation. That and the meaning behind the church has been as consistent as the blood that flows through even the most average of Shinobi's veins. Or as much so as the blood that had formally run through yours, as I do apologize for your loss upon death.." He says, while raising his non bleeding hand up over his forehead, tracing a circle in the air, and following it up immediately with the more normalized formation of a cross that, and then lowering his hand once again. "As such, the symbol has also been brought through with the worship of Serkan, the God of Blood. Both continuing to this very day as symbols of the need and belief towards Uniting the world, just as he had so many decades ago with the Village hidden in Blood, that I, as well as the Church, originate.." Haemon says before giving a casual pause in his speech, his gaze slowly looking over the ghostly female once again, before he would continue to answer her question. "With that little bit of explanation behind us, it should reveal the obvious reasons as to how I know both the symbol I had indeed drawn upon the doors of the Academy, and the knowledge of the Blood Good, Serkan.. Now, I extend the same questions onto you.. How do you know of our Symbol and the God of Blood? Although you appear to clearly have knowledge, you do not appear to possess any of the makings of a priest for the Church.. Which leads me to a saddening realization of suspicion that I must cast upon you, if only momentarily, now." Haemon says, while he had begun to lower his hand from casually gesturing towards the back door of the Academy, where the symbol of the Church of Blood still glistened in his own shed blood for any and all who walked through or towards those doors to see. He was not entirely concerned about her knowledge or standing within the Church, but curiosity had definitely gotten the better of him at this point in time.