Blow Up Gummybears
Gyokusho- Mist Chuunin
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Posts : 402
Join date : 2020-09-15
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Hyakkiako, Gyokusho
Strength: E++
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Gyokusho- Mist Chuunin
- CatnapperRewarded to those who actively fought and subdued Matatabi during the Bijuu Rampage Event in 2024
- Village : N/A
Posts : 402
Join date : 2020-09-15
A retreat to the summer home should prove most useful. He had finished the face of the academy and been turned loose, and while he still needed to study up on a few other techniques and the like, his recent induction to ninja society had introduced him to the elaborate underground market for handmade goods, something he had never even thought about previous to this. Before, the black market served to provide cheap drugs and fanciful liquor unable to be found through traditional means, but now it could provide the ability to supplement his lackluster income. He would need practice however, though he had never been practice averse.
One the way he picked up a stock of iron to ply this trade, something that, according to his recent studies, his ancestors had done for generations. From his vantage in one of the open rooms which he had demanded be converted into a forge of sorts, he peered out over the countryside beyond the walls of Kumo, the view outrageously enviable as the mountains rose proudly before falling into deep rivets of valleys. He fired up the forge and melted some of the iron down before beginning the shaping process. Senbon were nothing too terribly precise, so he figured they would be a good place to start. Plus, he could make vast quantities of them and load them into weapons, much like the hair techniques he had mastered in the classroom. And so he began, forming the ingots into long, thin cords to start.
-Crafted 10 basic, iron senbon
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Hyakkiako, Gyokusho
Strength: E++
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Gyokusho- Mist Chuunin
- CatnapperRewarded to those who actively fought and subdued Matatabi during the Bijuu Rampage Event in 2024
- Village : N/A
Posts : 402
Join date : 2020-09-15
Most excellent. His previous methods seemed to work and he found himself able to craft a host of rudimentary senbon, those throwing needles that some ninja were quite fond of. From the books he had been reading, it seemed that they were not quite as popular as he might have otherwise initially thought. One could carry a huge host of them in much less space than an equivalent amount of kunai. And to be honest, they didn't do significantly less 'damage' to a human body. Oh well, their loss. He had a couple ideas as to where to put these.
Still, he had some more work to do on this batch. He revved up a metal grinder to sharpen the tips of the needles. He mused about sharpening one verses both sides, realizing that double bladed sides would be a little more difficult to properly throw or wield, but he was a fairly dexterous guy so he didn't really worry too much about it. Plus, it seemed silly to worry about getting the right end in the heat of combat. Maybe kunai weren't so bad come to think of it.
-Crafted 10 basic, iron senbon
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Hyakkiako, Gyokusho
Strength: E++
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Gyokusho- Mist Chuunin
- CatnapperRewarded to those who actively fought and subdued Matatabi during the Bijuu Rampage Event in 2024
- Village : N/A
Posts : 402
Join date : 2020-09-15
Hm… something about them was not quite right. Maybe iron had not been the greatest idea, and in the future perhaps he would avoid such thing. Molds seemed like a good idea in the future, but those would require something highly malleable. Steel mostly likely, though from his reading stronger materials tended to be crafted from… wood? He double took at the book he had propped up. That simply couldn’t possible be correct. Also it seems very expensive for mere senbon, but who knew. For now he would need another attempt at the art. Practice made perfect, after all.
-Crafted 10 basic, iron senbon
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Hyakkiako, Gyokusho
Strength: E++
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Gyokusho- Mist Chuunin
- CatnapperRewarded to those who actively fought and subdued Matatabi during the Bijuu Rampage Event in 2024
- Village : N/A
Posts : 402
Join date : 2020-09-15
It was a surprisingly short amount of time and a short number of repetitions before the man had fallen into a habit. Most days now he would retreat off to his mountainside residence to tend to the room he had converted to his forge. Really, it had begun to shape up as more of a workshop than anything as he continued to add practical items to it. The space was a massive expanse with large columns supporting a beautiful vision of the countryside. He would need to add a couple more things though, namely a crucible and probably a few more work benches. He had a vision of a massive puppet with a collection of arms and tools to aid him, but for now he needed to remain focused.
Senbon again then. He almost didn’t need to think about them at this point, which made sense; they were of trivial simplicity and, as long as they had a relatively appropriate thickness and were sharp he could sell them for an acceptable price or load them into some kind weapon or puppet system. He still thought about the molds he could use for them, but to be honest he enjoyed the meditative quality of hammering the iron out. It had an almost musical rhythm to it which soothed his creative and wild mind.
-Crafted 10 basic, iron senbon
Last edited by Gyokusho on Mon Oct 12, 2020 4:29 pm; edited 1 time in total
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Hyakkiako, Gyokusho
Strength: E++
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Gyokusho- Mist Chuunin
- CatnapperRewarded to those who actively fought and subdued Matatabi during the Bijuu Rampage Event in 2024
- Village : N/A
Posts : 402
Join date : 2020-09-15
He mused idly as he worked now, shaping countless more of these throwing needles. The quality he had managed to achieve in a rather short amount of time had really impressed him, but his thoughts tarried away for now. He still needed to make a notable amount more of these, though he did suppose he could purchase them. But his thoughts had turned away to thoughts of various poisons and chemicals. They felt somehow more correct somehow, more him, if you will. Plus, he could place them easily on his puppets, or on any weapons he had. Or he could slip it into a drink. Pedestrian, but effective.
He imagined that the drug trade may prove lucrative as well. He'd need some samples, and perhaps some books. But certainly he needed to quench these senbon after having finished firing them the final time. He'd been learning to make them quite a bit tougher as he practiced, folding the iron over and over upon itself in order to make the overall product much stronger. He was up to 50 now as well! His collection had only just begun, but he was quite pleased with his progress so far.
-Crafted 10 basic, iron senbon
_________________
Hyakkiako, Gyokusho
Strength: E++
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Gyokusho- Mist Chuunin
- CatnapperRewarded to those who actively fought and subdued Matatabi during the Bijuu Rampage Event in 2024
- Village : N/A
Posts : 402
Join date : 2020-09-15
Work to do, work to do. He toiled about in his smithy for some time now, but he had much more to do. His endless readings had taught him that, in general, his burgeoning skills in the arts of crafting were, as one might say, non transferable. Put another way, smithing weapons would teach him very little in regards to smithing armor, and he had every intention of bedecking his soon to be crafted puppets in wonderous armors. He idled as he fanned the flames, thinking about the vast expenses he would soon incur. This, this was what he had grabbed those chemistry textbooks for. That promised a certain level of lucrative endeavors. He might need to find a side hustle as well though. Between missions and back ally dealings, one or two additional pursuits should grant him a nice and tidy sum.
For now, he focused on quantity of these little needles, hoping one day to load them up in a weapon of death. He giggled. Whatever was he becoming, having such thoughts? So out of character for him, yet somehow right. Machinations, or plans within plans. He had a lot of work ahead of him. Maybe he should... hire someone else to do this sort of thing?
-Crafted 30 basic, C-Grade iron senbon; Done on 17th
Exit
_________________
Hyakkiako, Gyokusho
Strength: E++
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Gyokusho- Mist Chuunin
- CatnapperRewarded to those who actively fought and subdued Matatabi during the Bijuu Rampage Event in 2024
- Village : N/A
Posts : 402
Join date : 2020-09-15
It was time to return. Or, rather, it was time to resume living. He had met with Tsumi, had left the hospital, had re-established contacts in the underground and drug rings and high-priority clubs. His music had still been delayed, deferred to a later date, but beyond that and perhaps with meeting with Okane once more, he had completed his necessary tasks. He was a member of reality again, a member of life and of the village, and yet he had not lifted a finger to better himself in any military sense. A mere few years ago he would never have thought about this, would never have pursued such an endeavor as militarizing his body, and yet know he ached. His muscles and mind seemed to yearn for training, for refinement, and as such he decided brush up on his old skills, so long left to rot like so much detritus.
The thought of that man still burned in his mind, despite his best efforts to quell the lust. He had, quiet honestly, never experienced an ire so intense prior. The more he reflected, the more the wrath burned within him. He paced aggressively back and forth in his palatial home, the sprawling vision of the distant mountains a backdrop for his growing agitation. That fat blond, that boar of a man. If he ever saw him again. Gyokusho stopped, his mess of locks swinging with the suddenness of his halted gait. He would kill him. If ever again he saw that wannabe union leader, he knew, suddenly, powerfully, acutely, that he would murder the man. The dawning stunned him. Was... this what it meant to be a ninja? Was this was the shinobi code boiled to when reduced, the psychopathic willingness to give in to primal urges? Well, he had never been one to deny himself.
He threw himself upon his sink, the cascade of blond hair spilling down his exposed shoulders as he met eyes with his own visage. The nacreous pair of eyes met him, love and bullet, as he stared. Slowly, subtly, his eyes roamed the mirror, their twins following along as he hypnotized himself. The memories right up to his black out, right up to the fuzzy edges of his coma came swimming into view, cast in a stark clarity by his unusual intelligence. The scene played out like a movie, a dream, in which he was trapped to relive his past experiences. He balked slightly at his aggressiveness and some of his accusations, but generally felt proud. His only meaningful regret that he ought to have walked out upon serving the draft papers, to indenture those who would stand against the nation in a time of war and twist the screws on the fat cats who reigned from their cushy positions. As he scanned his own memories, he cast another spell on himself, twisting his body into a fit of paralysis.
The vitriol for his enemy only grew as he pieced the memories back together with an odd combination of the psycho mind transmission technique as well as the eye mind reading technique. He found that it granted an unusually high amount of insight into himself to do this, that his already extreme recall slotted together beautifully this interrogations method, and he felt a thrill at the prospect of using it against another, to sift idly through their recollections and experiences. By the same token, the technique absolutely terrified him. This jutsu was taught regularly, was, as far as he could tell, available in every library in every village - major or minor. How could something so strangely powerful just be so widely published? How as the world able to hold together under the infinite onslaught of chakra and ninjutsu. The Heavenly Emporium, the efforts of every crafter and chemist. What possible difference could any of it make when people could do that? Absorb their knowledge, destroy a village in a moment. He could play with dolls while former combatants could decimate an army just by tensing their chakra. Truly absurd beyond reason.
Taking a break, he went out to a local market to purchase some goods. It was time finally to make himself a weapon, even if it were to be temporary. Puppets were prohibitively expensive, but he had already put some leg work into a particular model and so he simply needed to buy some materials for the main body and a quick trap or two. This would have to be a workhorse, considering that he likely could not allocate many more funds in the near future to create more, so he hoped he would not have to use its most hidden element. Regardless, he would have it.
He bought, as well, two resonating echo speakers, produces of Kumo which, honestly, confounded him. They were genius little things and he adored what they could do, and yet he had no idea who produced them or how they had come to Kumo. To the extent of his knowledge no vassal state specialized in them, and his vast knowledge did not give him any insight into a particular clan or family which made heavy use of sound. Curious, to say the least, that such a profound resource had so little attention paid to it. Almost immediately upon receiving one, the man attached an invisible chakra thread to it and began vibrating it manually to produce sounds from the thing. It was like an elaborate set of chimes attached to an amplifier and, as he experimented in creating more and more sounds, first the normal dulcet tones indigenous to the device before eventually he went to imitate other instruments.
He found, the more he played, that he could imitate all manner of things, from flutes to trumpets to timpani drums, and eventually he found himself, on his walk back, hearing his own voice echoing through the wrist piece. Or Tsumi's, or Ryuko's. What a dangerous proposition, to be able to flawlessly reproduce such an incredible variety of tonal sounds and textures, and yet the wondrous little contraption made it all possible. He practiced the volume, pumping additional chakra into it, and eventually found that even as he attempted to sharpen the threads that the device remained unharmed. He force a large portion of his reserves into the machine, the strands appearing in a bright flash, and he began passing random things, such as paper, flowers, and stone through them, testing how much force he needed in order to slice through them cleanly. Without the strings, he blasted a loud, unrefined sound and sent a veritable cannon of sonic force flying out before him, toppling some of his bookshelves and causing him to break down in a fit of laughter. An idea then popped into his head and he flicked the out his hand, having gathered a few of the delicate threads of his together and reinforcing them as he had previously, resulting in a deadly whip which cleft a novel effortlessly in twain. Certainly good in a pinch.
He affixed one speaker into his arm before fitting another into the upper body of a puppet he had been tinkering with, fitting it such that even uncontrolled sounds would filter from the head-region, allowing for increased realism. The puppet quickly took on a fearsome form, like that of a terrifying, demonic presence. However, the general affectation could easily pass for a person who simply chose to wear a steel mask, especially if the lower pair of eyes were fully closed and concealed. The horse hair lent additional realism, though truly it would be up to the expertly crafted 'skin' and the intricate hands to do most of the work. Well, that and some clever costuming and misdirection, but Gyo knew well how to accommodate those.
As the day drew long and darkness took over, twinkling lights fell beneath his home and he gazed over them. Focusing upon his doujutsu, he essentially began to 'zoom in' so to speak, allowing him to perceive even greater details than he normally could. The world seemed to light up, and he looked to his puppet, whereupon he could locate even the tiniest of flaws. He set to work perfecting the, creating a truly terrifying likeness of a sickly colored human, and even added a lovely dragon tattoo to the 'man's' right shoulder. He swept his gaze then to the night filled town and directed his chakra in a different way, focusing less on extreme detail and looking instead to make out individuals in the gloom of the eve. Color peeled away slightly as his vision sharpened and sharpened and he worked to pierce the darkness, trading some of the extreme acuity for something which honestly was rare.
He returned then to his workshop and all the models therein. This, of course, was nothing like his little non-private space in the Thunder Forge, nor even like his lovely suite in the tower of the Heavenly Emporium, but it had the advantage of being entirely private. Here, without the gaze of prying eyes, he could imagine all manner of strange creatures and items, he could create templates which the outer world never saw unless they came to fruition. And, unfortunately, many of them had not. He looked at his newly crafted puppet and set out to make a second copy, just in case the unspeakable happened. He bristled at the thought of so much wasted money, but by the same token his life had no upper limit to his price, and so he shrugged it off and began working.
For this Momo II as it were, he had no second pair of claws to give it, meaning that he would need to arm it in some other way. As with the first, he place within its hidden core some of his Nerve Rot poison and made a mental note that he needed some other varieties. He'd have to spend more time at the lab. Instead, he gave the puppet a pair of his jade katana, tying one to the waist and affixing another to its back. He deliberated then, considering if he should poison them at all, and eventually he settled on poisoning on the one along its back. The following morning, he would purchase a single small sealing scroll and use it to seal Momo II, paying for sealing services, just in case of an emergency and then stop buy the labs to create some Psy, just in case of an emergency at the upcoming festival.
1734
Razer Threads - C - 150
Desperado - C - 150
String Theory - D - 100
Night of the Hunt - D - 100
Resonating Echo Drill - C - 150
Tengu's Eye, Auspex - C - 150
Psycho Mind Transfer - A - 250
Mind's Eye Reading - A - 250
Crafted 2 Momotaru - B - 400
2 Resonating Echo Speakers (-40,000), one is added to Momotaru I
2 Ebony Claws (already crafted) added to Momo I
2 Jade Katana (already crafted) added to Momo II
2 Vials Nerve Rot placed into Momo I, one into Inner Demon and 1 into the retractable claws.
2 Vials Nerve Rot placed into Momo II, one into Inner Demon and 1 into 1 of the katana
Momotaru Cost - 47,000 + 100,000 (B rank base puppet) = -147,000 x 2 = 294,000
Purchase 1 small sealing scroll = -10,00
Exit
The thought of that man still burned in his mind, despite his best efforts to quell the lust. He had, quiet honestly, never experienced an ire so intense prior. The more he reflected, the more the wrath burned within him. He paced aggressively back and forth in his palatial home, the sprawling vision of the distant mountains a backdrop for his growing agitation. That fat blond, that boar of a man. If he ever saw him again. Gyokusho stopped, his mess of locks swinging with the suddenness of his halted gait. He would kill him. If ever again he saw that wannabe union leader, he knew, suddenly, powerfully, acutely, that he would murder the man. The dawning stunned him. Was... this what it meant to be a ninja? Was this was the shinobi code boiled to when reduced, the psychopathic willingness to give in to primal urges? Well, he had never been one to deny himself.
He threw himself upon his sink, the cascade of blond hair spilling down his exposed shoulders as he met eyes with his own visage. The nacreous pair of eyes met him, love and bullet, as he stared. Slowly, subtly, his eyes roamed the mirror, their twins following along as he hypnotized himself. The memories right up to his black out, right up to the fuzzy edges of his coma came swimming into view, cast in a stark clarity by his unusual intelligence. The scene played out like a movie, a dream, in which he was trapped to relive his past experiences. He balked slightly at his aggressiveness and some of his accusations, but generally felt proud. His only meaningful regret that he ought to have walked out upon serving the draft papers, to indenture those who would stand against the nation in a time of war and twist the screws on the fat cats who reigned from their cushy positions. As he scanned his own memories, he cast another spell on himself, twisting his body into a fit of paralysis.
The vitriol for his enemy only grew as he pieced the memories back together with an odd combination of the psycho mind transmission technique as well as the eye mind reading technique. He found that it granted an unusually high amount of insight into himself to do this, that his already extreme recall slotted together beautifully this interrogations method, and he felt a thrill at the prospect of using it against another, to sift idly through their recollections and experiences. By the same token, the technique absolutely terrified him. This jutsu was taught regularly, was, as far as he could tell, available in every library in every village - major or minor. How could something so strangely powerful just be so widely published? How as the world able to hold together under the infinite onslaught of chakra and ninjutsu. The Heavenly Emporium, the efforts of every crafter and chemist. What possible difference could any of it make when people could do that? Absorb their knowledge, destroy a village in a moment. He could play with dolls while former combatants could decimate an army just by tensing their chakra. Truly absurd beyond reason.
Taking a break, he went out to a local market to purchase some goods. It was time finally to make himself a weapon, even if it were to be temporary. Puppets were prohibitively expensive, but he had already put some leg work into a particular model and so he simply needed to buy some materials for the main body and a quick trap or two. This would have to be a workhorse, considering that he likely could not allocate many more funds in the near future to create more, so he hoped he would not have to use its most hidden element. Regardless, he would have it.
He bought, as well, two resonating echo speakers, produces of Kumo which, honestly, confounded him. They were genius little things and he adored what they could do, and yet he had no idea who produced them or how they had come to Kumo. To the extent of his knowledge no vassal state specialized in them, and his vast knowledge did not give him any insight into a particular clan or family which made heavy use of sound. Curious, to say the least, that such a profound resource had so little attention paid to it. Almost immediately upon receiving one, the man attached an invisible chakra thread to it and began vibrating it manually to produce sounds from the thing. It was like an elaborate set of chimes attached to an amplifier and, as he experimented in creating more and more sounds, first the normal dulcet tones indigenous to the device before eventually he went to imitate other instruments.
He found, the more he played, that he could imitate all manner of things, from flutes to trumpets to timpani drums, and eventually he found himself, on his walk back, hearing his own voice echoing through the wrist piece. Or Tsumi's, or Ryuko's. What a dangerous proposition, to be able to flawlessly reproduce such an incredible variety of tonal sounds and textures, and yet the wondrous little contraption made it all possible. He practiced the volume, pumping additional chakra into it, and eventually found that even as he attempted to sharpen the threads that the device remained unharmed. He force a large portion of his reserves into the machine, the strands appearing in a bright flash, and he began passing random things, such as paper, flowers, and stone through them, testing how much force he needed in order to slice through them cleanly. Without the strings, he blasted a loud, unrefined sound and sent a veritable cannon of sonic force flying out before him, toppling some of his bookshelves and causing him to break down in a fit of laughter. An idea then popped into his head and he flicked the out his hand, having gathered a few of the delicate threads of his together and reinforcing them as he had previously, resulting in a deadly whip which cleft a novel effortlessly in twain. Certainly good in a pinch.
He affixed one speaker into his arm before fitting another into the upper body of a puppet he had been tinkering with, fitting it such that even uncontrolled sounds would filter from the head-region, allowing for increased realism. The puppet quickly took on a fearsome form, like that of a terrifying, demonic presence. However, the general affectation could easily pass for a person who simply chose to wear a steel mask, especially if the lower pair of eyes were fully closed and concealed. The horse hair lent additional realism, though truly it would be up to the expertly crafted 'skin' and the intricate hands to do most of the work. Well, that and some clever costuming and misdirection, but Gyo knew well how to accommodate those.
As the day drew long and darkness took over, twinkling lights fell beneath his home and he gazed over them. Focusing upon his doujutsu, he essentially began to 'zoom in' so to speak, allowing him to perceive even greater details than he normally could. The world seemed to light up, and he looked to his puppet, whereupon he could locate even the tiniest of flaws. He set to work perfecting the, creating a truly terrifying likeness of a sickly colored human, and even added a lovely dragon tattoo to the 'man's' right shoulder. He swept his gaze then to the night filled town and directed his chakra in a different way, focusing less on extreme detail and looking instead to make out individuals in the gloom of the eve. Color peeled away slightly as his vision sharpened and sharpened and he worked to pierce the darkness, trading some of the extreme acuity for something which honestly was rare.
He returned then to his workshop and all the models therein. This, of course, was nothing like his little non-private space in the Thunder Forge, nor even like his lovely suite in the tower of the Heavenly Emporium, but it had the advantage of being entirely private. Here, without the gaze of prying eyes, he could imagine all manner of strange creatures and items, he could create templates which the outer world never saw unless they came to fruition. And, unfortunately, many of them had not. He looked at his newly crafted puppet and set out to make a second copy, just in case the unspeakable happened. He bristled at the thought of so much wasted money, but by the same token his life had no upper limit to his price, and so he shrugged it off and began working.
For this Momo II as it were, he had no second pair of claws to give it, meaning that he would need to arm it in some other way. As with the first, he place within its hidden core some of his Nerve Rot poison and made a mental note that he needed some other varieties. He'd have to spend more time at the lab. Instead, he gave the puppet a pair of his jade katana, tying one to the waist and affixing another to its back. He deliberated then, considering if he should poison them at all, and eventually he settled on poisoning on the one along its back. The following morning, he would purchase a single small sealing scroll and use it to seal Momo II, paying for sealing services, just in case of an emergency and then stop buy the labs to create some Psy, just in case of an emergency at the upcoming festival.
1734
Razer Threads - C - 150
Desperado - C - 150
String Theory - D - 100
Night of the Hunt - D - 100
Resonating Echo Drill - C - 150
Tengu's Eye, Auspex - C - 150
Psycho Mind Transfer - A - 250
Mind's Eye Reading - A - 250
Crafted 2 Momotaru - B - 400
2 Resonating Echo Speakers (-40,000), one is added to Momotaru I
2 Ebony Claws (already crafted) added to Momo I
2 Jade Katana (already crafted) added to Momo II
2 Vials Nerve Rot placed into Momo I, one into Inner Demon and 1 into the retractable claws.
2 Vials Nerve Rot placed into Momo II, one into Inner Demon and 1 into 1 of the katana
Momotaru Cost - 47,000 + 100,000 (B rank base puppet) = -147,000 x 2 = 294,000
Purchase 1 small sealing scroll = -10,00
Exit
_________________
Hyakkiako, Gyokusho
Strength: E++
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
Constitution: B
Stamina: A
Speed: D
Coord: X
Intelligence: A
Perception: A+
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