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Akane sighed and rolled her eyes, before elbowing her 'husband', "Be more respectful to Hokage-sama," she said, before turning to Shikaue, "You'd have to forgive him, Hokage-sama. This man has sharp business sense, but Rikudo-sama is fair and does not give him much aptitude in much else, such as tact."

She then bowed, apologizing on behalf of Yusuke, after some choice scathing words. Thus, fulfilling her 'role' as the 'responsible wife' who keeps her flighty eccentric successful businessman husband in check.

Indeed, such was the role 'Uchiha' Akane was playing. That of a former secretary to the owner of the Kaminarimon Company, who the playboy then 'seduced' into his harem. Nevertheless, she remained active as his secretary and was renowned by Yusuke's business partner as the one who kept the eccentric playboy in check to be reasonable, playing the 'straight man' or rather 'straight woman' to his antics.

The truth, was, of course, wholly different. Yuki Akane, originally from Kiri, was a member of the now-defunct Root black ops unit. After the death of the former Sandaime, Danzo, she was integrated into the normal ANBU corps. Of course, within this room, only Yusuke, the rest of his 'wives', and the Hokage knew of her being ANBU Fukuro's true identity.

Even beyond that, she was part of Uruha. A clandestine faction that sought a revolution to the current world order. While the Hokage was aware of their activity, she opted to feign ignorance, instead seeking how best to use Uruha. And in turn, those in Uruha pretended they did not know the Hokage had caught on.

It was a game of 'I know that you know that I know that you know' played with the adage of 'keep your friends close, and enemy closer'.

Either way, currently the interest of the Hokage was still aligned.

Turning to the Konoha 12, she added, "Ah, this is the first time we've met, right? My name is Uchiha Akane. I am one of this idiot's wives, though as of the moment, I'm speaking in my role as secretary to the CEO of the Kaminarimon Company. Hokage-sama had asked us for 'advice' in welcoming the foreign dignitaries for this evening's soiree. Many of them are potential clients, or in the case of Kazekage-sama, an ally of Konoha. Your role would be...somewhat similar to that of the Chuunin Exam, essentially an exhibit of Konoha's strength to our dignitaries tonight. Of course, we will not have you fight or anything of the sort. But, they will definitely have questions, so I hope all of you start preparing so you can represent Konoha well, tonight. Oh, and perhaps prepare some 'party tricks', that is to say, ninjutsu or techniques that would be safe but look impressive should one of our dignitaries ask you to. Any questions, so far?"

Carnatia de Valmont





"I object to your decision, captain. On the grounds that your reasonings are mired with personal biases, and we still have the matter of the injured Linceleste to think of. And even if we do not have any injured person with us, there is no guarantee we would find any leads in Katwiz. As of this moment, we have zero leads," Carnatia said firmly but in a neutral tone, neither angry nor upset, but a tone of one that was merely making an observation, completely unbothered by Carmen's outburst.

It was at a moment like this, that Carnatia's upbringing as an heir to a duchy came to the forefront. In an argument, a show of emotion not premeditated was a sign of weakness. If you were to show emotion it needed to be something that would gain you an advantage in the argument, such as garnering sympathy. In this case, she should probably...

"I think you are agitated, Captain. I don't think you're the sort of man to take rash action risking the safety of the people under your command," she added with a disappointed tone and a frown. Carmen was a conscientious man, from her observation, therefore the optimal way to bring him to see things from her perspective was neither anger nor pity, but to appeal to his duty and obligations.

Finally, she finished, "That said, I understand that the chain of command exists for a reason, therefore if you insist on going to Katwiz after we've rested and have clear heads, I will follow. Good night, Captain."

And lastly, in an argument always make yourself look like the reasonable one. In the best case scenario, it would make your opponent reassess and 'feel bad', and in the worst case scenario, it would garner you support from others watching the arguments.

She then walked away, when Amaris approached her.

"Carmen might make himself sound tough, but it is clear to see he is suffering after learning the fate of most of Paladin Thomas' group. The high possibility that his dear friend suffered an equally terrible fate is a hard thing to accept. Let's give him some time." Amaris said in a low tone to Carnatia.


Carnatia nodded, "Of course. Worry not, I am completely unbothered by his outbursts. Still, understandable though it might be, it is pivotal for the rest of us to try providing a voice of reason. Calmer heads should prevail."





Reiji considered the match-up he was given, Seiki Kanako and Himura Amaya. Of course, being the dutiful Class President that he was, the moment that he was told that they would be helping the training practice for 1B, he had to look into Class 1B students.

Seiki Kanako, quirk Mind Link. She was a telepath who specialized in mimicking the 'inner voice' of the target, thus making them second guess themselves and distract them in the middle of battle. Her role, typically would be more of a support to front-liners who would then subdue the target. The main weakness of her quirk was the fact that it has a limit of a 25-meter radius.

Himura Amaya, quirk cryogenesis. Like Reiji, she was an emitter type, only except for emitting shards, Himura emitted ice. However, like Reiji, the products of their quirk had special properties aside from merely being shards of ice. In her case, it was that the more apathetic she was, the stronger the ice. The main weakness would be then if her feelings of apathy for her target waned. One scenario that Reiji could think of where that would be an issue, was when the villain was not doing something premeditated but more of a victim of circumstances.

Overall, it was not as good of a match-up as if Reiji were to face the 1B students with a light quirk, because his shards will just deflect or use the light to generate electricity. But it was also not that bad of a match-up, just not something where an immediate plan is obvious yet. Not having support items narrowed his options, but he'd have to make do.

Still, his main objective wasn't to win here. While that did not mean that he should hold back, as those tasked to help train their underclassmen, their main objective should be to 'test' them and then give constructive feedback. Ergo, if there were a chance to end the fight early, don't, because you're supposed to see what they're capable of giving feedback. Not that Reiji thought it would be an easy fight, but that was the sort of paradigm he needed to have going into the fight. See what they could do—preferably test for their weaknesses, if possible—then give constructive feedback.

As he strategized further, he was then interrupted by the visit of Spiderman, who started quipping at everyone.

Reiji did not like Spiderman. Well, 'not like' was too strong of a word. It was more that he was neutral, but he leaned more into the 'Spiderman is a menace' opinion.

Apprehending criminals and villains was part of their job, yes. But the use of appropriate force was paramount because a hero's job wasn't simply to catch the criminal but to also maintain public order by being an example, whether they liked it or not. They were paid for that, they were compensated for that aspect of the job, thus it was part of their obligations. That was why they were professional heroes and not vigilantes. Using an excessive amount of force than necessary belied a lack of professionalism.

"Not sure why you're designating me as the Ironman Jr, Senpai. Teknus Agency have other sidekicks beside me, one that's probably closer in 'style' to Ironman, really. That aside, are you going to be involved in the training exercise?"
ARNVIDR FROST-WEAVER




Arnvidr started to swing the axe when Sylruna stopped him. The axe stopped midswing, hanging just above Brigit's neck, as he turned to Sylruna.

Sylruna's suggestion to have Brigit be used as an enchanting material made some sense, pragmatically speaking. He didn't consider it because he did not bring a Black Soul gem with him, considering how much necromancy was frowned upon. Thus, he made a habit not to bring a black soul gem unless he was planning to trap a black soul.

"You're quite mistaken," he started saying to Sylruna, correcting her last remarks, "The College of Winterhold does not forbid necromancy. Indeed, most magical institutions do not. In Cyrodiil, the Synod forbids necromancy, while the College of Whispers does not. Even the Mages Guild, with their history against necromancy due to Vanus Galerion's enmity with Mannimarco, only truly forbid necromancy at the end of the Third Era under Archmage Hannibal Traven. I'm certainly not opposed to it in principle if you have a black soul gem on you."

Then he turned to the Altmer, addressing his objections.

"She is an enemy. I do not see the issue. Necromancy is a tool like any other. Should we kill her, her soul would probably wander Sovngarde, forever cursed to look at the eternal celebration within Shor's hall, forever outside her grasp, as her soul continues to break down. Is that sort of existence that much better than the one in Soul Cairn? Brigit should have thought twice before crossing us. At the very least, she should have known that my stance on soul trapping is the same as the College of Winterhold, that is, a tool, like any other magic. Of course, this is all theoretical unless someone has a black soul gem on them."





Reiji sighed as the hologram disappeared with little to no fanfare, 'dumping'—in her own words—Class 1B to their senpais of 2A, one of those being himself.

He had just gone back from Deika City, and it looked as if he would be departing again. This time, on a field trip to Ortheon. Mostly to help with the training for the 1B students, he assumed. He was the Male Class Representative for 2A, so he was used to helping out the teachers running errands and whatnot.

Not that he minded. It was only fair, frankly. Being a class rep looked good on his CV since it was well-known in the hero field that hero aspirants tended to have strong...personality, to say the least. And thus, actually functioning as a class rep, corralling those strong personalities together, needed some leadership skills and aptitude for coordinating a team. Furthermore, it gave him the chance to network since some of the errands he helped run occasionally took him to Pro Hero offices or other professionals in the field. Despite the hype surrounding 'solo' heroes such as Mirko, the truth was in the hero profession, networking was essential, and even when they want to project a 'solo' persona, they usually have staff in their office that handles relations with other stakeholders.

Well, at least this trip would be to a hotspot tourist spot of Otheon, the famous island that was raised from the sea by a Quirk User. Provided everything went well, it would be a nice change of pace after Deika City. He was interning with the Teknus Agency under Ironman, and thus, he was tied up helping the agency deal with an incident involving the villain Doom Reaper, who had attempted to use Ironman's inventions for a wide-scale city assault in Deika City. Ultimately, though they managed to contain the situation, Doom Reaper continued to elude capture, but that was probably only a matter of time. Though it must have been humiliating for someone with an intelligence enhancement quirk to be outsmarted by a quirkless guy in armour.

Thanks to that, he had missed out on that whole debacle involving Nomu and Class 1B. But he had heard the gist of it from his fellow class president.

"Would you like for me to look up notable spots in Otheon, Master?" a voice chimes in from his watch. Prisma, one of the few AI in the world running on photon-based computers, developed by the Teknus Agency with his contribution.

"Sure. Thank you, Prisma," Reiji replied.

At least she didn't actually use the holographic projection function, it'd make him lose the respect of his underclassman fast, probably, if the—in his opinion—cringe moniker 'Furious Five' didn't already. It'd make it less weird to be called master when it was just a disembodied voice of an AI. It was another thing when it came from a projected holographic image of a blue-haired anime girl. For some reason, Ironman, aka Yotsubashi Tomasu—Actually, he knew exactly why, it was his idea of a joke to embarrass him—had decided to make his AI one of those '2d Waifu'.

Seeing Tokoyami already started one of his chuuni rants, Reiji decided to step in. He stepped up before addressing the 1B students, "I believe this is the first time we've met? I'm Akizuki Reiji, the Male Class President for 2A. Hero Name, the Lightmoulding Hero: Magitecher. I was tied up with my internship responsibilities with Teknus Agency during that whole debacle you all experienced. But I've heard good things. It's good to meet you all. As for questions regarding the field trip, this came somewhat suddenly for us, too, so as Tokoyami said, we're not sure how much we can, or are allowed to tell you. After all, being thrown into an unfamiliar environment unprepared is also par the course for hero work. But I'll make sure to confirm with Yatagarasu-sensei or the other instructors later."



Robert/Claudia




It would seem that the quest was an escort quest. Robert hated NPC escort quests. Why? For the same reasons, gamers tended to hate escort quests. Having to be mindful of weak NPC that more often than not had stupid programming such as pathway and whatnot was a pain. But not Claudia. After all, escort quests were exactly the sort of quest Claudia would have taken. For the former noble knight, quests that directly help people, especially 'knightly' quests such as an escort quest, were a reminder of better days. Days when she had not yet beholden to an evil deity due to her pact made to save her homeland.

And thus, in the role of Claudia, the character, the avatar, nodded with a determined expression, "I do not mind escort quest. Rather, I probably would say that I quite enjoy them."

As two more players joined their group, a bard and a monk, Claudia gave the two a smile, "Certainly. We can always use more help. Provided the rest of my teammates agree, of course, but I don't foresee any objections."

After all, from a meta-perspective, a bard and a monk round up the party nicely. A monk for more frontliners to help Rathello, and Bards were notorious utility build, a swiss army knife, of sorts.

Then, he turned to Goibniu, replying to his question.

"Just checking from everyone here, does anyone have focus on distance-based attacks? Feels like most of the playstyles here would be to be in or near physical attack range. Probably need to be extra careful.."


"I do not exactly focus on distance-based attacks. But I do have some ranged spells, such as eldritch blast."

Typically, if Robert was in a hardcore, full RP session, he would not disclose that. Claudia would try to hide her affiliation with the evil god out of shame, after all. And these were all people she had just met. But as much as Robert wanted to roleplay as Claudia, he also did not want to be one of those hardcore roleplayers who did not know boundaries and forced RP on people who did not RP. And thus, as he had been doing this whole session, he cut back on the roleplay and became more forthcoming, only using Claudia's personality as the Avatar in the truest sense, being a 'terminal' he used to interact with people in Endoroth.

As the group agreed to take the two along, they did some shopping, where Claudia replenished her supplies of potions, before going along the party to meet the wizard they were escorting.

While the newcomer bard seemed to hold no interest in the story, Claudia listened attentively. For both Claudia and Robert, the lore was something they were interested in.

ARNVIDR FROST-WEAVER




Arnvidr watched as the group successfully apprehended Brigit. He had to admit, he was quite impressed with their performance. It was quite good for a hastily put-together group. At the very least, it made him more confident in their chances for their missions, at least.

He then walked over to Brigit, still carrying his conjured battleaxe.

The decision of her fate is yours, Nord.” Sindri declared, stopping some ten paces before the man to allow him a good look at his foe. “She is your enemy, and her fate is yours. Aside from that, I gathered over breakfast that you are our elected leader.


With an incline of his head, Anrnvidr nodded. A show of gratitude for her consideration, "Thank you. I do believe that my decision is already made."

He raised his spectral battleaxe up high, above Brigit.

"I told you to cease the foolishness or face repercussion, did I not? A shame that you persist. Any last words before I send you to Sovngarde? Well, you turned tail and ran, so Tsun won't even test you to see if you are worthy to cross the Whalebone Bridge to Shor's Hall. I suppose you will simply wander aimlessly in Aetherius realm until your soul breaks down."

Carnatia de Valmont





"Captain..." Carnatia started, carefully picking her words.

Was there some reason the Captain deliberately ignored her question of what exactly was their current objective? Given his grimace just now, he seemingly did not like the idea of going back to Dragon's Maw. Or perhaps there was something in Katwiz?

"Going to Katwiz did not strike me as a sound option. Given it's a major town, and that as you said, has the possibility of being under the red stripes' control, picking Katwiz as our next destination seemed rather reckless. We have an injured person for one, which would be a liability should we end up in a fight. That said, you are also correct that looking around in the dark for where the Red Stripes' enemy may be also seems to be a fool's errand...So, why not attempt to go back to Dragon's Maw? As I've said, our mission was to bring back Paladin Thomas and his entourage. We found the group dead at their base camp, and now we have confirmation that Paladin Thomas was also dead. Why exactly are we remaining in this land rather than making our reports and awaiting further orders?"
ARNVIDR FROST-WEAVER




Arnvidr clicked his tongue the moment Brigit started running. What Nord ambushed someone for such an inane reason and then turned tail and ran? Such a disgrace!

He had to admit that her ability to change the shape of the Frost Atronachs was quite impressive from a technical standpoint, but there was no such practical purpose. In short, her spell at this juncture was worthless, in his opinion.

In the end, they were still creatures conjured from Oblivion and thus...

Arnvidr directed his own Frost Atronach to engage the two belonging to Brigit, as he waved his hands, casting another spell. Magicka enveloped him, creating a membrane of insulation against the chill of the frost elements. Frost Shield. A spell of the Alteration School.

'Kiffar wished to take care of his copy, very well...'

Having made his choice, he then conjured his spectral battleaxe, before charging at the Frost Atronach that looked like himself. The atronach was busy contending with the flames from Sylruna, a fact that Arnvidr was more than willing to take advantage of, as he sank his conjured battleaxe to its back.

As he did so, the magical energy on the weapon interweaved with that keeping the Frost Atronach anchored to Mundus, banishing it back to Oblivion.

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