[Jinmenshi Io]

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[attr="class","carvetext"]Io didn’t have a lot of responsibility in his life, but when his mother called for his assistance, he aided her. Especially when her task would bring him on new trade routes to strange destinations. Driving a cart pulled by two donkeys, his cargo was none other than a plethora of mushrooms of varying culinary varieties. His mother had made something of a name for herself with years of refining her fungal farm to achieve pristine flavors, and word of her delectables spread as far as Arashi no Kuni.

He could faintly see a city unlike anything else in the world peeking out from behind a mountain, but his destination seemed to be far more mundane. The lush farmlands of Erimo in the north would be his final stop, unfortunately, as the Amegakure shinobi did not take kindly to outsiders poking around who were not here on business.

He came to a collection of wagons, with merchants of all sorts gathered to create a farmers market. There were a lot of people wearing straw hats and narry much else in the hot sun, mostly just rolled up trousers, the occasional pair of suspenders, and summer dresses.

Io parked his own cart at the farmers market; it was around several warehouses, a general store, a few residential houses, and a post office. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a wanted poster plastered outside of the post office. There was a drawing of a person whose features were not quite unlike his own. Similar haircut, fair hair (but it was a black and white sketch), face shape similar too. The depicted man had a gnarly goatee though.

"SCAM ARTIST: ILLUSIONIST TRICKSTER” was printed in black letters, followed by a reward for their capture equal to about the payout of a D-Rank mission. Io brought his hand up to his chin, shrugged his shoulders, and brought his attention back to selling mushrooms.

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[takeda sadako]

KILLING YOUR IDOLS IS A CHORE

Sadako and her sensei had gone north of Amegakure for the day, completing some stupid D-rank mission that Sensei told her would help build her confidence back up, maybe make her work on her anger management. There was nothing down about her confidence and she managed her anger just fine, but there was no arguing with Sensei about shit like this—they were so passively stubborn, so infuriatingly mild-mannered that it was easier for Sadako to just go along and get it over with. She was gonna push their buttons the entire time. By the time the mission was over and done with and they were making their way back home through Erimo, Sensei was more than sick of the sound of Sadako’s voice, and eagerly proposed that they take a break so that they could fill out their paperwork in peace and quiet. Sadako would have free run of the town as long as she was back to the inn by dusk. Done deal. Erimo was boring, though. Podunk town in the middle of nowhere with absolutely nothing of note, just some stupid farmer’s market. The air smelled like dirt and wooden stalls and fresh peaches, sharp and sweet and fragrant. When was the last time she’d eaten a peach? Any piece of fruit at all? A few months ago she wouldn’t have been able to describe the taste, it had been so many years, but then she’d accidentally taken a sip of that juice from the bar in Kuwana— Sadako wiped away the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead, shoved her hands in her pockets, and kept it moving through the market. Fruits, vegetables, fresh fish, mushrooms; it wouldn’t be a bad idea to pick something up for dinner, but Auntie hated it when Sadako cooked. Something about needing to use salt or whatever. The hot sun glaring overhead, the back of her shirt growing damp with sweat, Sadako slowed to a stop in front of the post office. "SCAM ARTIST: ILLUSIONIST TRICKSTER.” Wanted for capture, decent reward. Probably not anything harder than what Sensei had just dragged Sadako through. Looked like a bit of a twerp. She could take him in a fight. She spun on her heel and went back through the stalls of the farmer’s market, this time with her head up and her shoulders back, on the prowl. Scanning the faces of the shoppers, of the sellers, examining any piece of terrain that looked suspicious or out of place. There was always the possibility of a well-maintained transformation technique, after all. Two laps around the market narrowed her list of suspects down to three. The peach guy, who had a similar goatee but much longer hair; the mushroom guy, who had the right face and hairstyle but no facial hair to speak of; and the guy arguing with the butcher, who didn’t match the description at all but seemed like kind of a dick, and Sadako wanted to needle his nostrils for the crime of being annoying. Mushroom guy was closest, so he was first on her stakeout list. Sadako tucked herself in across the street from him, trying to wedge herself into a shadow to observe him as discreetly as possible. Arms folded across her chest, one leg kicked up to rest on the wall behind her, she felt like the picture-perfect example of a low-key shinobi, and paid absolutely no mind to the sidelong glances from passers-by. If her target was an illusionist, then maybe he knew genjutsu. There was an easy way to test her theory: she reached up to tuck a damp strand of hair behind her ear, vigorously jingling the bells of her bracelet with the movement. She focused her chakra, molding it carefully at the forefront of her mind, preparing her genjutsu for when the sound of ringing bells reached the suspect’s ears.

Jinmenshi Io -- 647

LAIKA OF THQ

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NAME: Naru Kane: Kurikaesu [Ringing Bells: Repeat]
RANK: E
CHAKRA USAGE: To Use: Very Low | To Maintain: Very Low
CLASSIFICATION: Genjutsu
ELEMENT: -
HANDSEALS: 0
TRIGGER: Auditory
DESCRIPTION:
The most simple of techniques in the Naru Kane tree. This technique has the effect of repeating the ringing of the bell even after it ends. It doesn't amplify the volume of the ringing in any way. The ringing originates from the position of the bell that activated the genjutsu and nowhere else. This fake ringing of the bell can not activate any other genjutsu, it is primarily used as a teaching device for the technique tree to allow genin to understand the basics of the techniques. It can however be used as a small distraction if used properly.

[Jinmenshi Io]

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[attr="class","carvecount"]~300 WORDS

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[attr="class","carvetext"]"Good deal, you enjoy it now!” Io said to an elder wearing a purple shaw over their head. They gave him a nod and walked away, and the teen counted the coins one more time, letting each one fall from one hand into the other, listening to each pleasant plink.

What was most odd is that in the last few coin drops, he started hearing the chime of bells with each drop. He pushed the other coins away, and inspected them looking for something wrong, but the bells kept going even afterwards, so he knew it wasn’t the coins.

"Hm?” Io said, moving his head to the left and right searching for a source of the noise. Something about it seemed sort of off. Rubbing at his chin, he scanned the crowd. Maybe a little cat had a bell around its neck somewhere? Maybe there was a cow? He could find neither, and it seemed like the ringing wasn’t stopping.

Then he really listened carefully, and he realized that it was coming from the same direction each time.

"Hey, peach man! I am going to check something out, mind watching my cart?” he asked. "Don’t let that guy fighting with the butcher make off with my stuff, okay?”

The peach salesman gave him a thumbs up. He seemed like a trustworthy fellow, given his well kept goatee and hair.

The investigation began. Io trekked forward a few steps at a time, listening to the chime getting a little louder each time. There was something familiar about it, but he couldn’t put his finger on it quite yet. He was about halfway across the street and getting closer to the narrow alley, but there was still time to slip away.

"Here kitty kitty!” he called out. Still convinced there was a cat under one of the wagons or something.

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