>>5808868Your chakra was getting a little low substantiating Kanihako for Otomo to ride. You’d have to send him back to where he came from, you think, lightly rubbing her (His?) shell.
“Hey, Otomo?”
“... Yes?” He says like a douche, not looking at you because he’s too busy pondering his orb.
“Are you good to walk yet?”
“...”
Aw come on! Dick!
“... Yes.”
You immediately release the jutsu and drop him hard on his ass as Kanihako disappears.
“Ah! Ow! Fuck!” He says. You can’t help but snicker at him as he roughly stands up, dusting off his ass. “You didn’t need to just drop me!”
“Well, you were making me mad.”
Otomo’s eyes immediately drain of life and emotion as he makes a dumb little perplexed face, withdrawing into himself, having some kind of internal soul-search about why you could possibly be mad at him. Stupid!
You leave him to his dumb little soul search and ask Kenji how much further it is. He responds that it should be right about… Now. Good timing.
Your party breaks through some trees into view of a small little cottage. Oh! It was pretty cute. A little overgrown and poorly maintained, but an old woman lived here so it was fine.
Kenji smiles giddily and jogs up to the door. It would have been cute if he weren’t 50 and annoying.
“Grandmama! It’s your grandson, Kenji!” he says, beating the door with his knuckles.
No response.
“Grandmama?”
No response.
Kenji lets himself in. You cluster in close behind him so you can see into the interior. Nothing you didn’t expect to see, but nobody was here. Kenji had a worried look on his face.
“I… Suppose she’s out? She’s very independent, grandmama…” He says, looking a bit fearful for her safety. You knew that feeling well. You always worried about grandpa and what might happen to him if you weren’t watching over him. You give Otomo a pointed look that he completely fails to comprehend, making a puzzled expression and turning to examine a potted plant like there were answers in there.
“We could look for her!” You say, helpfully. “If you just stay here nice and snug, we could check the woods?”
Otomo’s ears perk up at that.
“I can use a water sensing orb. It’d be easy to find her if I could get a sample of her blood or something…” He says, with an obvious water-based solution to the problem because everything had a water solution with Otomo.
“Why the hell would the old lady’s blood just be lying around? Can’t you use anything else?”
“Hmm…”
“Does she have a bathroom? Use some leftover piss residue or something.”
His water orb or sphere or whatever the hell it was dissipates, soaking his hand. “W-what?” He says, dumbly.
“Use piss?” You say, since he hadn’t heard you the first time.
He didn’t seem to like the idea very much.
>Don’t be a baby, use the piss, asshole.>Alright, fine. That’s disgusting. Maybe there was a crab-based solution to the problem? (Write in.)>Let’s just search the old fashioned way.>Another solution? (Write in.) 