Monk Ishinobu - A powerful yet barely known Specialist
A figure cast in deep shadows walked in a childish circle inside of the monk’s temple. "Sooo ♪ You find anything on the Crows?"
Ishinobu, who had sat in the same spot for the better part of four days wrenched his arm back and pounded his lower back thrice. His face scrunched with an easy agitation. "Of course. I doubt you would have sought me out if you believed I could not guarantee results.
A deceptive, too large, too sleek, smile appeared on the shadow's face; he paused in his steps and turned to face Ishinobu. A hand reached up and tugged on a strand of his curly hair. "Bing-gooo. Now let's hurry this up." The tone in his voice dipped into an intense command, a flood of aura rushed off him in excess, coating the monk and his temple in bloodlust.
Ishinobu twitched but this Contract Hunter had not be the first to drench him in the unsavory feeling. Though he had been the youngest to have such a dank, burning essence to his aura. It made him worry for the youth's future, especially considering the visage he had experienced with the man's blood. Ishinobu settled into a calm, his hands falling to the thighs of his crossed legs. "As you know my Nen ability: Blood Pearl, only works better with the target's blood. By giving me your own, you're hoping to find if "The Crows" will be in your future or not. Correct?"
The lean figure crossed his arms over his chest but maintained his smile.
Ishinobu's aura fluctuated, flowing harder around his body. The room was painted in a green light to any experienced Nen User. "The answer to that is yes. They will play a dominating role in the coming months. However, there will be others as well. People who are rooted you in a peculiar way. Like cheery blossoms grounded beneath its mother's shade. You and them are similar in that regard.
The aura dissipated and Ishinobu let out a heavy breath."Anymore than that and you'll find only confusion. The voice of the Gods is a messy one."
The shadow turned on his heel. "Thanks," he said, walking away. The saffron light of the entrance had begun to reveal his dark hair, black clothes, and pale skin. "You've told me what I needed to know. I have wings to clip ♪
[OOC] Start off however you'd like. I'll make it work out.