T A K A S H I _ S H I S H I G A M I
Genin | Taijutsu | Dragonil
Strength | Endurance | Cunning | Speed + 1
You think I'm gonna run?
Don't Insult me! Who the hell do you think I am?!
I'm Takashi of team Hot Potato, baby!
And I NEVER run from my enemies!
Takashi was gazing at his hands. Something still didn't feel right. Heliel... that was his name, right? If his Hyouton bloodline had to be awaken like Takashi's own, if that was the case with element bloodlines, then it would have probably happened here and wen he was attacked. Probably why there's still cold spots even after all this time. The problem was that if should have come as a shock to his opponents; it would have thrown them off their game... unless they knew who he was to begin with. A possibility, but still... There was something else that erked him. All of these possibilities about enemy numbers were just that: possibilities. No concrete facts to pull from. No sign of someone else. Not even so much as a partial footprint, lingering scent, or blood trace to be found. Even the most skilled assassins would have left something, at the very least a chakra signature in the area that a Sensor could pick up on. For all they knew, there was only one assassin, a dozen, or this whole thing was an accident... ok, the last one seemed too far fetched, but he was mentally trying to make his own point. All of this was mere speculation, and he could already see Misuki's tolarance was wearing thin.
Sighing, he nodded at Misuki's request. He made sure to rinse off his Dragon Fang gloves before following her, the odd plant in tow in his bag. At the very least, he'd have someone at the village examine it to see if it's natural, and if a mixture could be made with its petals and roots. He hesitated slightly, looking back for a moment. It really was a good location to isolate one's self. He'd have to remember this place.
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Jutsus Used:
Debuffs:
Chakra Points - 23/25
Stamina Points - 40/40
Dragon Fang Stamina - 15/15
