Kanara was tired. Really tired. The day before today she had woken up early and spent an entire day training in order to not let Tengoku regret his decision about making her a chunin. She needed to get stronger, and this was the way to do it. After coming home and buying herself some takeaway however, the true reason she was so euphoric was the fact that she finally had decided to crack the secrets her souvenir from the heavenly emporium kept from her.
So there she was, having spent the entire night with no progress after all. She had tried to break it open, first with tools, then with raw strength and afterwards with even with fire. To her surprise the small metal "box" did not only seemingly take no damage at all from Kanaras attempts, but also it had some other features, like remaining cold, even when blasted with fire. THe only time she was able to make a scrath into the strange item, was when he tried to cut it open by raw force and put a bit of chakra in the blade. However within seconds after the hit, the boy had regenerated to pristine condition.
As her frustration slowly replaced the exhaustion, she drank another sip of her cold beverage to calm herself down as it happened. As the bottle fell out of her hand, spilling its content over the thing she tried so hard to crack open, Kanara could see that something happened to it. Touching it, the formerly diamond hard exterior shell had taken on the structural integrety of old rice. Taking the (unbeknownst to her) bundle of nanites up, into her hand, she let it sit there for a few seconds. As she slowly tore it open, it was seemingly empty. Letting her shoulder sink, she thought about it.
All the time, wasted for nothing. Kanara had thought that there was at least something neat or worthwhile. But instead she got a strange, empty box that had taken a literal day to open. Looking out of the window, she noticed that it was evening allready. She was tired, hungry, hadnt left her home in a literal day. Letting chakra run through her body in an attempt to, at least, flush a bit of enegery through her system, she suddenly noticed a motion in her hand.
The box, once inanimate, had somehow taken on another form and was all over her arm, creeping up on it, and upon reaching her shoulder, spreading even further, until it seemingly formed again on her back. Running to her bathroom she tore off her top as she glanced into the mirror. The cursed material had taken on the form of a seal on her back. Cursing herself for being so stupid, she examined it. Trying multiple things to remove it, with every attempt failing and leaving her skin more damaged then before, she finally sighed and stopped. It was futile. Either the seal seamed to regenerate, or it was so deep and resistant that she would draw blood before doing anything to it.
Defeated she put back on her clothes as she went back to her living room, letting herself sink on her couch, defeated. Deciding that she needed some fresh air, she went outside with the park as destination. As she reached the park, multiple things hapened at once.
As her vision got blurry all of a sudden, she felt as if her very lifeforce was being sucked out of her. Whirling around as she started to panic, looking for an attacker, looking for her, she noticed that she felt as if she was on fire, with her back ebing the part that hurt the most. Wanting to cry out for someone, anyone to help, she fell to her knees as her lungs failed to filter out oxygen from the air.
So there she was, having spent the entire night with no progress after all. She had tried to break it open, first with tools, then with raw strength and afterwards with even with fire. To her surprise the small metal "box" did not only seemingly take no damage at all from Kanaras attempts, but also it had some other features, like remaining cold, even when blasted with fire. THe only time she was able to make a scrath into the strange item, was when he tried to cut it open by raw force and put a bit of chakra in the blade. However within seconds after the hit, the boy had regenerated to pristine condition.
As her frustration slowly replaced the exhaustion, she drank another sip of her cold beverage to calm herself down as it happened. As the bottle fell out of her hand, spilling its content over the thing she tried so hard to crack open, Kanara could see that something happened to it. Touching it, the formerly diamond hard exterior shell had taken on the structural integrety of old rice. Taking the (unbeknownst to her) bundle of nanites up, into her hand, she let it sit there for a few seconds. As she slowly tore it open, it was seemingly empty. Letting her shoulder sink, she thought about it.
All the time, wasted for nothing. Kanara had thought that there was at least something neat or worthwhile. But instead she got a strange, empty box that had taken a literal day to open. Looking out of the window, she noticed that it was evening allready. She was tired, hungry, hadnt left her home in a literal day. Letting chakra run through her body in an attempt to, at least, flush a bit of enegery through her system, she suddenly noticed a motion in her hand.
The box, once inanimate, had somehow taken on another form and was all over her arm, creeping up on it, and upon reaching her shoulder, spreading even further, until it seemingly formed again on her back. Running to her bathroom she tore off her top as she glanced into the mirror. The cursed material had taken on the form of a seal on her back. Cursing herself for being so stupid, she examined it. Trying multiple things to remove it, with every attempt failing and leaving her skin more damaged then before, she finally sighed and stopped. It was futile. Either the seal seamed to regenerate, or it was so deep and resistant that she would draw blood before doing anything to it.
Defeated she put back on her clothes as she went back to her living room, letting herself sink on her couch, defeated. Deciding that she needed some fresh air, she went outside with the park as destination. As she reached the park, multiple things hapened at once.
As her vision got blurry all of a sudden, she felt as if her very lifeforce was being sucked out of her. Whirling around as she started to panic, looking for an attacker, looking for her, she noticed that she felt as if she was on fire, with her back ebing the part that hurt the most. Wanting to cry out for someone, anyone to help, she fell to her knees as her lungs failed to filter out oxygen from the air.