Torako seemed oblivious to anyone who had pointed out her efforts seemed futile. Instead, she proceeded along the dry path, through the forest on either sides, checking every single notable boulder that she could find and thoroughly as possible with their progression upwards. Foliage seemed to grow more and more sparse as they went, and so Torako took note of any odd disturbances in the thinning underbrush as well. Needless to say, the pale-haired girl had the eyes of a hawk. A rather odd, somewhat easily-distracted hawk, but she was looking closely at every little detail. This is, perhaps, why she spotted a rather odd outcropping of rocks and foliage.

If someone hadn't been looking, it wouldn't have seemed too odd. But it was a thicker patch out further then all the rest... placing one hand on Taketori, Torako forged onward, rustling through a few scattered shrubs. It was some mossy stone and plants, in a large patch that looked quick a bit big enough to hide some kind of passage in the ground...

Kneeling down, Torako began pushing rocks out of the way. Something wooden, and certainly man-made, was visible under the plants... which now were clearly not actually attached. Well, some were, but not all of them...

"... There's a wooden thingy! Under the stuff!"

How descriptive.