- Job Info:
Because that the people of Desierto were adapted to a harsh, dry, hot weather, this cold weather pissed off a large bunch of the population. The villages on the western land weren’t used to the cold, and many began falling to sickness and catching colds way too quickly. If you looked at it, they had been living under the unforgiving sun for a millennium or more - their lifestyle, their food, their infrastructure, even their clothes were specifically designed to compliment the hot air and the burning sunlight. This was just too much of a change at a too fast pace, just because of some experimental failure. That truly spoke up about the fragility and devastating potential of such projects. People just wanted life to be restored the sandy death sea called deserts in the western parts of Desierto, but nobody could live under these circumstances.
That was why Mura Kensho accepted this quest. It was a countrywide danger and threat, and if nobody did enough to stop it, then the entire future of Desierto might’ve been compromised. Innately, he wouldn’t want such a tragedy to happen - also, just in case if you’d forget later, the main reason why they hired high-ranked wizards for this was due to strange sightings and discoveries in the icy desert parts. Frozen footprints the size of large airships were left in the ground… it was apparent that a large creature - and by large, we were talking colossally large, abnormally large - was roaming the cold region, undoubtedly connected to the sudden blizzard ecosystem. Like, really, the western Desierto was Earthland’s equivalent of the Silent Glaciers of Fiore. Therefore, they thought that said giant was the cause of it, and thus it was up to powerful wizards to deal with it.
It had been a while since Mura was in Desierto last time - way back at his younger days as a B-Ranked Mage with his shamaness role model was probably the latest date of his presence there. A lot of previous knowledge about the surroundings, specifically the locations of ruins and cities, was blurred given the conditions back then; the sandstorms were likely as annoying to him as any blizzard would be. He decided to not take a jacket with him or anything extra on top of his Toad Sage gi… it felt as if the situation could be handled if he pulled himself together, and if such a result took place, then the entire ecosystem would turn back to normal… somehow. He still didn’t figure out how exactly, but he felt that taking a jacket with him would prove inefficient. Besides, he could spawn a cloak of iron to protect himself from the harsh weather, anyway, so…
“White Death, huh… that’s what they call it?” Kyuken asked out in deep thought, “It reminds me… we had words of a samurai back in my days having the same epithet.”
“Let me guess; white-skinned and deadly.”
“I… I actually don’t know for sure, I never got to face him. He was rumored to be able to annihilate an entire squadron in one swing with his daisho combination.”
“What’s a daisho combination?”
“It’s a dual-bladed formation. You have an ordinary katana or ninjaken accompanied by a shorter version, mostly dagger-size of the same sword… I used to wield the same style. I really miss it.”
“Well, as a ghost, you miss a lot of things… just be glad that you’re able to do it once in a while through him.”
The dragon ghost pointed his nose at the duck-tailed shaman who was sitting in a cross-legged position, crossing clouds on a floating rock. This time, he didn’t bother walking all the way - no way in hell, he was flying this time! Just ‘cause! “I mean… we could always try and find a way to revive you,” the shaman suddenly began suggesting. He had seen resurrection at first hand (at himself), so it was a possibility. However, the 600-year old samurai ghost had other plans as he quickly stopped Mura from continuing to convince him: “N-No! No, no, no! I’m fine, I’m totally fine with how I am now, hehehe…!” Despite trying his best, Kyuken came out as a tad awkward, and Mura knew very well why he favored the life… well, the ‘un-life’ of a ghost. Nobody could see him eye your panties.
From up here, Mura could clearly see the sudden collision of warm, sandy nature and white with a bluish, cold, wet climate. From his flying direction, the collision was horizontal with blizzards at the bottom and desert at the top. Air began to grow colder, making a landing necessary for Mura to catch his breath again. When it grew cold, the air tended to get heavier, and thus he was having a bit of a breathing problem up here.
His large rock landed on the… well, frozen sand particles. Yup, this was the clashing point of the two seas - one of desert, and one of snow and ice. Just what went wrong for ice to spawn instead of plant life? It was more than likely the intended result of some monster out there, just as the client estimated… from now on, he probably had to work on what he knew already and wander into the dangerous region that didn’t promise any real sense of direction anymore. Now that the view was white and icy, who knew where he would find himself the next moment…