- Mission Details:
Name: Tracks in the Snow
Participants: Moon Village, Sun Village, Missing Ninja
Type: Plot Mission
Solo: 20 EXP
Group: 25 EXP, 20 Ryo
Details: Trackers and hunters up in the Kellen Mountain Range have started to find massive tracks, foot prints of a creature to large to be any normal animal. They tracks occasionally come down into the plains, but always return up into the snowy mountains. No one quite knows what these tracks are, but whoever made them is big, and fast. Shinobi are being sent up into the mountains to locate these tracks and hopefully identify what has been making them. (You can not find the actually culprit in these missions, just the tracks)
It had been almost a week since Sojiro had departed from the Moon Village with three of their shinobi, a puppet-user by the name of Kenji, a medical ninja by the title of 'Plague', and a member of the infamous Usagi Clan, Hikari. The travel with them hadn't quite been what Sojiro was expecting it to be, he had read books and stories about how things like this were meant to bring a group together but instead, it had done the opposite. Threats and yelling turned into silence and scarce communications, leaving them sitting in silence a fair amount of time. It wasn't that the quiet particularly bothered Sojiro, it made reading easier, but he could get that anywhere. He had been hoping to get a different type of experience from traveling with these people but, it seemed, he was hoping for too much. It was a shame, too, because he had such high hopes at the start of everything. "People are confusing, Augustus, but I guess you're starting to figure that out. I'll just keep you hidden until we part ways with them, I'd rather not have some type of debate break out over it." Resting on Sojiro's right shoulder was a mostly snow-white bunny, with a long tail and a pair of wings on his back, who nibbled on a tree branch.
The snow was starting to fall around them at a slow pace but the cold wasn't bothering Sojiro, not since he had turned a bear into a set of clothing for the cold. The top half of the bear was turned into a type of fur armor, the head of the beast being pulled up and over Sojiro's head to keep him warm and so the fur could keep snow out of his eyes. The rest of the fur mostly covered his chest and his arms, the arms of the armor coming down to look like a pair of small bear claws. On his lower body, he wore the same pair of black pants but on his feet were fur boots that he'd made to keep himself warm. They were made of the bear's feet, letting Sojiro keep his bestial look, even if to a bit more comical of a degree. The main reason they had even come up into the mountain regions was, supposedly, there had been reports of large prints left in the snow. Some people claimed they were man-made for attention, while others said that legendary beasts could have possibly caused it! "Nonsense, Auggie. If there was something like a giant, ancient monster in these mountains, you'd tell me... Right?" He asked his furry companion without much conviction, unsure if that was actually going to be the case.
Currently, Sojiro had decided to leave the group of Shinobi behind for a little bit while heading out to clear his head. He was going to patrol the area and see if maybe, just maybe, he could catch sight of whatever could be creating these tracks. "Hell, if I could find the tracks, that'd be a step up from this..." He muttered underneath his breath, rolling his shoulders a little bit before the view of the world changed in front of him! He was looking at the white landscape, trees, and small shrubs being covered, and then suddenly, everything was white! It took him a minute to notice that he had lost his footing and fell into a decent sized hole, landing face first. With a long, annoyed groan the man would move to push himself into an upright position, "What the hell..." He muttered to himself as he would push himself up into a standing position. While dusting snow off of himself, he would let his eyes move around to look at the hole.
Except hole wasn't exactly the word that he'd use for it, seeing that this hole was dug in an odd shape. "Is this... one of the tracks?" Sojiro muttered to himself while trying to make it out. Was that a toe? Perhaps an extended heel? Or... Maybe a hand? Tch, it was impossible for him to get an idea of what the hell he was looking at, stepping out of the hole and pulling out a notebook. Sojiro would quickly sketch down the footprint with a quick grace, a few snowflakes wetting the page. With that done, he would quickly take the book and shove it in his pocket. He had to go back and grab his comrades to show him about this.