Sadi on Kamikishi

Confrontation

Tue, 07 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

That morning, both Vic and Hisoki wake up, and get to work by collecting lots of berries farther from the tent, it takes a while to find more, all of the way until noon because of the foot traffic within the area. It’s next to impossible to tell how many, but the snares that Vic had left were tripped and not by rabbits or other small creatures. Not only was there foot traffic, there were burn marks on bushes and trees, the temperature so hot it looked as though the bushes and trees were cut with the fire rather than just burned like with a torch. Vic waves over Hisoki to take a look at the damage on the tree that sits behind the burnt bush. “What do you make of this?” he asks, touching it slowly. Hisoki touches the tree’s burn mark and then focuses on the bush.

Countdown to Rest

Fri, 10 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Vic has been up for a bit, he made coffee to see if that was acceptable under the curse, it seems like it is as he’s nearly finished the whole cup by the time Hisoki exits his room and looks at Vic. Wearing his uniform as though he never took it off. “You’re awake finally, guess that bath took it out of you, huh?”

“You could say that,” he yawns and pours himself some coffee.

High Stakes

Fri, 29 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Hisoki is a little shaken seeing Nozomi again so soon. She is the host of this challenge. She’s making the rules. No one here is ready for the kind of imagination she has. He knows it, and even he’s not sure if he’s prepared, stepping back a bit. “Hey, what’s got you looking scared right now?” Vic nudges him as Sight Spheres descend upon this arena.

“We might be in trouble here.” Hisoki declares a little too loud.

Chosen Few

Fri, 19 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0000

“Gabb versus Stephon.” Nozomi calls out.

A cloaked woman with a cloth mask enters the ring, tight leather outfit, no armor from the looks of it. On the other end a man with raw magma pooling in his hand prepping himself. He’s got blacksmithing gloves on and several burn marks on his face. Balding slightly but not enough to be distracting.

“You may begin.” Nozomi says.

The man holding the magma, Stephon, forms an onyx spear using the magma and chucks it perfectly at his opponent. She’s pierced, straight through the chest, at least it looks like it. Until the spear keeps going into the wall outside the ring, revealing he only pierced the cloak. By the time he understands this, he’s already been stabbed with a dagger. She’s standing right beside him, pulling out her dagger from his hip. Still wearing her cloth mask. He collapses and she speaks. “I didn’t kill him, he’ll be paralyzed for seven days though thanks to my poison. Counting doesn’t matter.” She picks him up and carries him out of the ring with a little effort.