The Perfect Meal (JT)

[Uli Babler]

As the ground around the area fell cool, Uli stood tall in the crowd, staring over the mass of people walking around like nothing was wrong. He loomed over the crowd of every day citizens as he stood, several plastic shopping bags over his right arm, filled with ingredients he had decided to pick up. This was his third night in Japan, searching for someone to further teach him in the ways of the Quincy that had been forgotten by his traveling tribe. They had arrived three days ago by ship, landing several miles north of this town he was currently in. He sighed as he continued looking for the ingredients he needed to make for his tribes meal. It seemed that making a little over fifty people a simple meal was something that Japan was not accustomed too like those in Europe, where they traveled from.

"Yakisoba is just supposed to be a bunch of beef and noodles.... So why is it this hard...?" Uli sighed again to himself as he entered the butcher, shopping through the beef. He was a member of Xcution, but he still held a reasonable responsibility for his people. They traveled wherever his assignments were and they themselves actually held no fighting capability over the hollows that followed him. But still, Uli needed them for something much greater than simple company. They were Quincy, blood dwindled of power, but still had the bloodline within them. They could prove much more useful by bearing children of future remarkable talent. And with that he had his chance at revenge....

He was suddenly jostled back to his current place as the butcher handed him the bag of meat, a little over fifty pounds. He smiled and handed over his money, which were Euros. However the shop keep stared at the money and began raising his voice. Uli had learned Japanese early on in his life, his parents teaching him many languages at a young age. The man was shouting that he didn't accept Euros. Uli held up a hand and retorted, "I don't care what you accept. Every other shop accepted it earlier!" They were shouting back and forth, Uli getting angrier as he felt the aggravation cause him to sweat in his leather outfit, the sealed off heat only coming up through the neck gape where his head came out of the outfit. He could feel his left hand slowly approaching to where he had hidden a weapon inside of his leather jacket.

Finally Uli just turned and walked out, the sweat coming down from his blonde hair, standing straight up like pine trees of gold on a pale earthen surface called his forehead. He saw the steam come off of his body as he walked outside into the colder temperature. It was very unlike Uli to get so frustrated, but he had people to feed and no one he had met yet could teach him how to better control his spiritual energy. He wanted his revenge, needed it more than anything. As the butcher began to follow Uli outside, he smiled and took off running, hugging all of the bags to his large body and running off into an adjacent alley. He then made his way north, towards some forest that his people were making camp in.

Once he arrived, it was around 10 at night, the sun having fallen beneath the horizon and hidden itself as the moon approached. Uli looked up at the dark sky, envying the moon a bit as he stared. It could hang there forever and people would continue to admire it, but it had no care in the world. Noone to feed, noone to hunt down, and noone hunting it. It simply stayed there for the glory of existing. With that, Uli smiled and watched over his people as they made a fire and began to cook the meat and boil the noodles as he instructed. A traveling fool who worked from a prepaid cell phone, that was Uli.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Moving throughout the world I’ve three last several years giving so little. The wandering Quincy cursed to always end up on a path of solitude. This was the sentiment that clung to Asmoskon just like his shadow. Nearly everything that he had gathered in his war was now gone. The ones that remained he believed could achieve more without his influence. The man of dark hair now in his mid twenties wandered through the human world until now he found himself back in Japan.

No longer questioning the course of action to walk down. This was a war that would never end if he just lemented the losses of the past. He shred the nice clothing of the Kuchiki and the militaristic uniform of his own design for Xcution. He was no longer bound to either group and thus was once again simply a symbol of the Quincy rebellion against the Emperor. Simple clothing that he hadn’t worn for years now were situated over him. A pair of simple torn jeans at the knees, combat boots, sleeveless shirt and black jacket all black in color.

The only thing that someone would notice right away was the eye patch strapped across Asmoskon’s face. His right eye long since destroyed by the Vandenreich. All to save a Quincy who in the end had turned against his teachings. Only being in the town for an hour or so before sending something that he hadn’t in quite awhile. The sensation of a Quincy. Asmoskon closed the distance wondering whether or not this could be one of his students. Having trained dozens of the remaining free Quincy throughout the world and funneling a large portion of them into Xcution while he had been one of the Generals.

He could see Quincy was a man around his age with blonde hair and a very specific sort of fashionable leather coat. Arguing with a shop keep over money wasn’t the best look yet having lived on both the edge of death and wealth of success Asmoskon knew the struggle of survival. Still stealing the meat from the butcher wouldn’t bring anything more than trouble. If not to the Quincy then the butcher and thus the town to some degree. So after the Quincy took off and the butcher gave up chasing after him, Asmoskon paid for the meat.

Following him was easy enough, the Quincy if he calmed down and focused around him would be able to feel Asmoskon’s spiritual pressure. Although at his current skill level it would require such otherwise he’d go unnoticed as he followed. Curious to see just what this Quincy was doing out here and if he had more going for him then just stealing from average humans. If he did feel Asmoskon’s spiritual pressure it wouldn’t be like anything else. Constantly in a random shift of high, low, subtle or ragged.

Getting to the little hideout Asmoskon was surprised a bit that so many Quincy had gathered in one place. Most of the time a tribe if they were still alive only numbered just above a dozen. He could tell none of them really had developed themselves as Quincy which was also strange. Again normally a small tribe stressed training knowing that at any moment the Vandenreich could find them and thus eliminate or enslave them. Asmoskon wasted no time now that he knew what was going on in a general sense. Standing about ten feet back behind the Quincy who had secured the food. “A new tribe has come to Japan. Not the wisest of choices kin.

Asmoskon, known to be either incredibly generous and loyal to friends and allies or just a straight up sadistic monster to enemies, seemed just a bit apathetic. Almost like someone that rewatched a movie for the billionth time. Although this Quincy was new to the workings of the spiritual community in Japan and Asmoskon himself knew nothing more than what he’d seen now. This Quincy or others may realize him based on his features. Having spent years traveling the human world and doing what he could to help tribes. The Free Quincy that stands against the Vandenreich the most, destroying locations and killing hundreds while at one point leading an army. Stories that would were more like folklore than true accounts especially when the man they spoke of was still young.

[Cecilia Vilhjálmsdóttir]

Cc was enjoying the evening wandering in the forest of Karakura, the only new disturbance was a clan of other people taking up residence there. Soon she would not beagle to keep Alhvit, her wolf companion, in hiding anymore. As strange as it was pairing up with such a large animal, they seemed to get along pretty well in staying in the shadows and avoided any more Hollow presence if they could. After their first encounter with an ape-like Hollow, the Quincy woman was anxiety-ridden and was almost caught by a damn Shinigami.

As night time loomed and the moon out, Cecilia and her companion went to investigate the people now cozying up in the forest and spotted a blonde-haired man who returned with some food. From what she could gather they seemed to be a tribe of Quincy from Europe - how strange. Not long after another man was behind the blonde, though she couldn’t hear what they were saying at her distance. Gathering up her courage, she and Alhvit revealed themselves as well, there was no reason to hide and they seemed non-hostile. Alhvit took lead in front of Cecilia as they approached the two, the strange white wolf with glowing blue tattoos along its body made a small “woof” sound to get their attention. The creature was big as a grey wolf in size though a bit leaner and seems to have much intelligence through his eyes and very protective of Cc.

“Hey there,” Cc said, waving a hand, hoping they wouldn’t freak out by the glowing big wolf. Though the eye-patched Quincy, she was wary of. Cc wore a simple black-button jacket and denim jeans, her cross hanging from a silver ring chain along her neck but hidden underneath her T-shirt. “Don’t worry about my companion, he won’t bite unless you attack first~” the wolf snorted and sat down staring at the two male Quincy before them with a very serious expression in his eyes.

[Uli Babler]

Uli quickly grabbed a blade from the table he and his group had hastily made in order to cook and prepare the meal, the blade being a cleaver, long and thick. This would have been a perfect weapon to begin a standard close combat fight. But when the man mentioned that he recognised Uli's group as a tribe and had used the word kin, Uli smiled haphazardly and began walking forward. As he did, he noticed out of the corner of his eye his people grabbing random objects and readying to defend themselves if it was an enemy getting ready to attack them. Uli maintained his smile and spoke. "Thank god. I've been looking all over for someone to help me learn about the Quincy, seeing as I don't really have anyone to teach me in my group."

As Uli spoke he noticed another figure approach, this one with a wolf which had glowing blue tattoos, illuminating her and the wolf slightly. The figure turned out to be a woman who seemed more dressed for a night on the city than a walk through the forest. Uli knew that this was a weird way to dress, and the way she spoke was overly friendly to say the least, but Uli continued maintaining his smile, keeping the cleaver in hand incase it had come to blows. "And yeah, not the best location, for sure. But gotta do what you can with what you have. My penny pincher lifestyle can't afford buying out a whole hotel, y'know?"

As Uli continued moving forward, his right hand on the back of his head, rubbing it with a look of uneasy embarrassment. His gloved hands and leather jacket of red made some sounds as he moved, the air tight sealing making Uli a little uncomfortable but not beyond a point where he could fight if he needed to. Uli's left hand tossed back the cleaver and waved behind his back towards his group, signaling to them that they could put their weapons away. The group had obliged, seeing as they depended on Uli to make the right kind of calls in these situations.

Uli then pulled out his cellphone which had his Xcution card attached to the back of it, showing it to the two strangers. If they recognized this, they would immediately be labeled as friend or foe based on how they reacted to it themselves. But if they didn't, Uli would simply returned the items to his pocket and wait to see if they would enlighten him as to the ways of the Quincy and how to use his powers to fight. He seemed rather pathetic at the moment, relying upon actual blades to fight off enemies. He needed to learn how to use a bow, and quick if he wanted his revenge.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon had been able to tell that the majority of the Quincy in this camp weren’t classically trained, but now as he watched them grab common tolls to defined themselves it became even more apparent. This tribe was essentially defenseless against spiritual opposition. If a Hollow of decent stock managed to find them or even just a scouting member of the Vandenreich. There was no chance that any of them would manage to survive. How a tribe had managed to survive like this or even degrade to such a state was an unbearable question for the dark bow.

The young man who seemed to be the defecto leader of the tribe wasn’t one to mince words it seemed as he wasted no time confirming precisely what Asmoskon assumed based on what he was seeing. The other arrival set Asmsokon off a bit. Three separate groups of Quincy converging in a single place without any prior communication. Such a thing was next to impossible. He didn’t know for sure that this Quincy with the wolf didn’t know the others, but based on the reaction she was given it seemed that way. Asmoskon scanned the area turning his head enough that he could gaze out making sure that this wasn’t some sort of trap set by the Vandenreich in an attempt to wipe them all out.

“You misunderstand. I’m not referring to staying out in nature, there’s nothing wrong with staying out of the urban centers. Coming to Japan though, at your tribe’s current power. It’s suicide.”Asmoskon had to wonder the nature of the wolf companion. He’d only read about Quincy that could manage something involving their soul similar to a Bount. He was able to do something similar yet it required him to actually focus, something that this girl didn’t seem to be doing. Regardless though the tribe it seemed was going to give the both of them the benefit of the doubt as they put down their weapons.

When the man took his phone out and showed the black card signifying that he’d been sought out by Xcution, Asmoskon leaned his head back on his shoulders while closing his left eye in an expression that was obvious annoyance. Exhaling in the same manner as a frustrated parent towards a child. “It seems I’ll need to meet with Shizuka about meddling in the affairs of my people.” His head returning to the normal position he stared at the young man intensely for a moment. “You didn’t come to Japan because someone gave you that card did you?”

[Cecilia Vilhjálmsdóttir]

It seemed this Quincy was just as noob as her. Just grand. He was already ready to jump into a fight and this left Cecilia quite confused for a moment, there wasn’t even an offer of introductions and she just sighed watching the two. When Uli pulled out his Xcution card, Cecilia’s form relaxed and she placed a hand lightly on the wolf’s head to stop him from growling at the group surrounding them.

“Ah, a comrade,” Cecilia said, also showed her card with a flash between her two fingers then tucked it away in her jacket’s pocket.

Cecilia was not sure how she would approach the ways of teaching Quincy things to other fellow kin, she doubted these two would like to sit around and listen to how she was trained and would rather hop right into frightening each other from how this Uli fellow presented himself, especially a stranger from a different land. Cecilia cleared her throat and crossed her arms as she didn’t know either of these two or this tribe.

This other man seemed to know more of their organization and seemed to have a rather distaste of Xcution. She did not interrupt until he was finished speaking and then took a step forward between the two and held out a hand. “The name is Cecilia, nice to meet ya both. I come from Iceland and recently joined up in this little, uh, group,” she cheekily spoke then smiled to the both. “How about we get a drink and have a nice discussion by a fire? Huh, huh?” she was trying to lessen the tension in the air.

[Uli Babler]

Uli stared at the man for a moment before giving a wide grin. "Well, y'see, I joined Xcution because they promised I'd be able to travel the world and search for a master to learn from. I need to grow my strength before I can take on the white cloaks. And these people, their the people who raised me. I can sense more spirits than they can, so they pretty much trust my judgement on a lot of things, including who take on in a fight." Uli stepped forward and placed his card back into his pocket before offering his hand forward in a hand shake. He took on a different smile, a determined one. "And I think I've finally met someone who can teach me. Even I can tell you've got some of that spiritual mumbo jumbo about you. Not that hard with the way you're beaming like a sky light."

He then turned to the girl and raised an eyebrow before his goofy grin returned. If he got the handshake he offered, he'd turn more attention to the girl and begin howling with laughter. "We've got sake and beer, so why not. Let's start a fire yall!" He'd shout the last bit to his troupe of people, and they'd yell in confirmation before starting a blaze in the center of camp. Uli would turn to help collecting firewood from the trees nearby, but not before looking back at the male who was offered the handshake. "I'm Uli Babler. And sometimes, the suicidal approach is all a man has if it means finding a way of protecting those you care about, y'know?"

Uli would grin wider and push up his glasses with his leather gloves, heading into the center of the group starting the fire. By the time they got the blaze going, many of the women would be passing out glasses, warming sake, and passing out the bottles of beer as well. It seemed to many outsiders that this group was jovial and full of spirit. Uli liked keeping people around that were happier, even in difficult situations. It was better that way, knowing that the people you cared about were atleast attempting to keep a smile on, even if just for show.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon had to come to a decision. He’d already made the decision some time ago to return to Japan and pick up his conquest against the Vandenreich. What he hadn’t thought about though was becoming a teacher once again. He’d done that in the past, for the same group that the both of these fresh faces seemed to have been pulled into already. If only Satsujun was still alive, then the both of them would have met him already, not as some stranger, but as the General of Xcution. That was in the past though and although the group was no enemy currently he was no longer apart of its structure. Something that he was sure would come up in the near future now that he was back in Japan.

Asmoskon shook hands with the Quincy female and could tell right away off her hands that she was on the fresh side of things, the sensation of the skin on her hand told him that she was more used to handling a sword or knife than pulling back a bowstring. Although he couldn’t tell that same thing from Uli, there was no need as the man had just admitted that he wasn’t powerful and needed a teacher. “My name is Masurao, Asmoskon. Any question either of you have I’ll do my best to answer. As for teaching you, let me think on it, it’s been awhile.” Asmoskon wandered over towards the fire. This really was a tribe that possessed very little ability.

He wasn’t sure if they just hadn’t practiced or had no talent to begin with, all he knew was that the only chance they had of making it in Japan was if Uli or someone stronger looked after them, or taught them how to become true Quincy. He’d done the same throughout the world in the last several years, but that had been different. It had been back when his fire still raged hot, when he hadn’t lost everything, when all his hard work had turned to ash. He stared into the flames seeing the face of his wife that he knew eventually would fizzle out and disappear from his mind just like the fire from this forest.

[Cecilia Vilhjálmsdóttir]

Cecilia would collect any of the handshakes they were willing to give,she did come out of the woodworks and was a stranger to them after all. She kept up her cheery disposition to hopefully diffuse any suspension about her character. There were many foreigners here in this Island of Japan anyway.

“Excellent! I’ll take a sake, please,” she asked one of the women handing out drinks. “Looks like I’m not the only one that is a new lamb in training.” she let out a soft giggle before taking a sip.

The young woman pondered what sort of questions she had, none really formulated that well in her mind. She didn’t know either of these two well enough to press any deep-thoughtful conversation, hoping not to butcher her English or Japanese too hard due to her Nordic upbringing. She had no info on Uli, she was a fresh newbie out in the Xcution organization and barely stood around the headquarters as she felt a deep embarrassment at losing to Abbaddon.

“Asmoskon-san, is that correct?” she said looking back to the seasoned man, unsure how to use honorifics right. “May I observe your teaching? I do not mean to butt in, merely curious to learn from the side lines.” honestly she was too shy to show her weapon as she could barely even form the reishi particles into a tangible build and there were way too many eyes watching.

[Uli Babler]

Uli frowned at the response he'd received from the old man, seemingly have been expecting an outright yes to his request. Uli knew that they were at least both friendly towards eachother, and the fact this man was not dressed in all white meant he wasn't from the Vandenreich, the slaughterers in white as Uli called them. And seeing that the Vandenreich certainly had a policy of those not with us are against us, Uli expected this man to atleast want another strong fighter in the war against them.

When the young woman split off to retrieve her sake, Uli would get up close to Asmoskon Masauro, close as he could as to not let other listen in on what he was going to say to this man in response to his, not refusal, but certainly non committal maybe to training Uli. "The slaughterers in white are my only goal. I will eliminate their false idol. I hope that you'll support me in that and help me learn how to do so, seeing as us free quincy are all at risk of destruction." Uli would turn to his tribe, his people, and begin pointing them out as he continued to speak. The first, an old man who walked on a peg leg and had many burns on his arms. 

"Old man Yaka there fought against a Vandenreich attack when he was five. He's the only survivor from his original tribe. And there," Uli pointed to a young woman who had an eye patch over her left eye, "Jennifer there lost her eye to an interrogation when her tribe escaped and she got left behind. She eventually gave out her tribe's location and instead of killing her, they marked her by removing her eye and left her for dead. I took these people in around me so we could support eachother. My tribe is small, but we have no short list of reasons to kill the Vandenreich. I want you to help me by teaching me how to keep them safe, not just run from every sign of trouble."

After Uli finished speaking he would go back to smiling widely and drinking a mug of beer they had brought with them on the journey to this island of Japan. But he knew that what he said would either greatly help or hinder his proposal to old man Asmoskon. But Uli had to be clear to the old man about his intentions. He wasn't one to hide his intentions from allies, and this man was atleast hearing Uli out on the proposal, making him friendly to Uli's cause.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon really hadn’t been expecting such a memorable event once he got back to Japan. The little group of Quincy was something that he hadn’t been expecting. In truth there were that many tribes left and Asmoskon over the last few years believed that he had found all that remained of the free Quincy. Just a few hundred scattered across the planet. Informing, teaching and protecting them as best he could once he found them. This one was nothing different except for the timing. Asmoskon was tired, essentially a chipped, broken blade that had seen far too many battles. In truth though he still was a young man just one that had seen far too much war in such a little amount of time.

Uli wasted no time getting very close, speaking to him with the heart that Asmoskon knew he once possessed inside himself as well. The goal was still something they shared together yet in truth that goal is something more than just free Quincy all had in common. It was almost like looking in a mirror yet one that showed himself back when his quest was only truly starting, back when he had first met Kazura Uzaki. When he’d first met Hotaru Kuchiki. When his war against the Emperor was still in the planning phase. Now virtually all his allies were gone, his army scattered along with any chance he had of victory.

Uli wasn’t so far absorbed by the need for revenge that he’d been swallowed up like Asmoskon had been at one point. All the same though this man shared his goal of collapsing the Vandenreich. Was Asmoskon really just going to give up and let the Emperor and all his sheep undo everything that Asmoskon had accomplished. Asmoskon waited until the girl Cecilia got back over to them. “Yes that’s correct. If you both want to learn something then I can show you, but you won’t be able to replicate anything easily. Nothing worth it ever comes quick.” After his little lesson Asmoskon held out his left arm showcasing how his black reiatsu with crimson edging flows off his limb and then condenses into a long pitch black bow with a guard in the middle. “Can either of you accomplish your bow?”

[Uli Babler]

As Uli listened to the man, Asmoskon, he nodded slightly, a small frown growing on his lips as he contemplated the first thing that had been said to him. He certainly could tell that this man was something of a legend, even if he hadn't necessarily heard of him before today. It would certainly be worth it to learn from him and gain the power necessary for him to accomplish his goal of taking down the Emperor and more importantly protect this tribe he made of other survivors. They depended on him and he needed to show them that he could protect them from the Empire of Quincies chasing them down.

Then, Uli saw the bow of Asmoskon, flowing to life in front of his eyes and humming with spiritual energy. The black reiatsu with a red tinge to the edges made his mouth water a bit, as well as a rather creepy smile to grow on his face. The look of it alone spoke of power that could be attained. Sure, Uli may not be able to necessarily replicate this exact bow, but certainly he'd be able to learn how to conjure this power to some degree if he trained with this man. And then he heard a very depressing question cross the man's lips and escape into reality, the very reality Uli lived in and was currently suffering from.

Uli smiled sheepishly, embarrassed as a Quincy with such low power in front of such a powerful being, and rubbed the back of his head while lowering his eyes from the sight of Asmoskon and his bow in front of him. "No, I don't have that power... I don't know why but I just... Don't have the hang of it yet..." Uli lifted his left arm, showing the quincy cross hanging from his wrist there and then showing his right hand from behind his head, a similar cross hanging there as well. "I inherited these from my parents but..." As he spoke he tried focusing, attempting to pull power from the air around him and subjugate it, but the crosses only dimly glowed as if a light was shown upon them from some far off flashlight. "I'm afraid I don't have much talent..."

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

This really was going to be starting from the very beginning it seemed. That’s what Asmoskon realized once Uli revealed that he wasn’t able to form his bow. Although this was conformation it wasn’t like Asmoskon hadn’t already been leaning towards that based on everything that he’d learned so far. Especially the expression of amazement that Uli wore while Asmoskon formed his own bow. Something rather simple that he knew at a young age he had to train in order to achieve. A wave of sorrow washing over Asmoskon for a moment while that train of thought past through his mind. This should be something he was doing regardless, he just allowed himself to believe that it would be in Soul Society, with his child not here.

Either way though this was one of the few surviving Quincy that the Emperor hadn’t corrupted. One of the few remaining that Asmoskon strived to not only save, but train. He’d done this before even on a large scale. His soul damaged and heart plague yet his determination still alive. He had to continue. If he gave up than that monster won. If he retired than the Masurao were finished. If he was killed than his father, mother, grandfather, ancestors all of them died for nothing. He had to keep going. He had to start fresh and form his army once again. It wasn’t just a return to Japan. This was his return to War.

“Talent is a nice little thing to possess yet nothing essential. Determination is more valuable especially as a Quincy. Other races can practice, learn some words, control the reiatsu they possess and overnight gain some skill. As a Quincy you need to do everything they do while learning to shoot well enough tansy it becomes second nature. You need to pull on nature around you. Your bow will come to you with practice just as everything else.” Asmoskon looking over at one of the trees that was away from the group. Extending his right hand out to the tree his reiatsu spikes as his reiatsu seems to appear around the tree.

In little more than a second his reiatsu grinds, cuts and molds the tree flesh. Afterwards the small tree is no more instead a longbow of exceptional shine is reveal held by Asmoskon’s pitch reiatsu. Floating over the course of a few moments Asmoskon using his reiatsu holds the bow out to Uli. “If you can’t form your bow then practice shooting regardless. Familiarity with the shape can aid you in forming it with your reiatsu. Treat it as a treasure and it’ll help you always.” Asmoskon knew this wasn’t something that most wanted to here and sometimes it went right over their head. All he could hope was Uli was willing to listen and not ask a billion questions every time Asmoskon introduced a new lesson although that was almost never how it actually went.

[Cecilia Vilhjálmsdóttir]

She had been silently listening to the two Quincy and observing them. The more trained Quincy had asked them if they could form a bow and Uli was the first to answer such in a sheepish manner. At first Cecilia thought not to involve herself and show she, too, did not have the energy to form even her own weapon despite all the years training her family imparted knowledge into. Letting out an exhale, Cecilia shook her head and replied. “No, I cannot form my weapon either.”
The white wolf beside her gave a small whimper as if feeling her embarrassment. Sure she had little experience but it was still a sad sight she couldn’t even manage to get her weapon to form.

“It would be good to dust off my rust.” she nodded slowly in response and brushed her hand over the nordic wolf cross that hung from her neck on a silver ring chain.

Watching Asmo cut down a tree with his pure reiatsu was pretty amazing. The young woman’s eyes widened in wonder at such a feat. “You can do that!?” she exclaimed, clasping her hands in glee. After a moment, she tried extending her hand out towards a tree trying to will the reiatsu nature to her command and all she got was a splutter-spark of reiatsu around her cross as a pitiful display. The wolf brought up a paw to his face in shame at CeCe’s overzealous attempt. The woman kept her pose even if they looked at her in disappointment.

[Uli Babler]

Uli stared as Asmoskon used his spiritual energy in a way he never thought possible, let alone with such ease and precision that made Uli look like a toddler watching a grown man carve a toy from the scraps of a tree. The way he sliced apart the wood and molded it down to the shape of a longbow with only his reiatsu was so beyond the capabilities of Uli that he knew Asmoskon must be someone of extreme talent and power. As such, when presented with the bow, Uli took it graciously and fell to his knees, bowing his head to the ground until his forehead pressed to the dirt and grass. "Please teach me."

As Uli rose from the ground a moment later, he sniffed at the air and his grin grew once more on his lips, his eyes alight with the fantastic scent upon his nose and tongue. His mouth watered in response as he turned back towards the fire and troop of his clan and began to walk over, calling over his shoulder, "Looks like the grub is ready. We oughta dig in before it's all gone, eh?" He chuckled at that, his pace increasing as he headed over to where the yakisoba was being made.