Sniffing Daisies (Mission)

Coming to the unknown dimension, Maneku feels like he's met a train of animals that he can't avoid. Interestingly, there doesn't seem to be any troublemakers, and base weapon-wielders are at a disadvantage. Approaching the vulnerable, Maneku has probed about the general situations others experience. Even hobos can celebrate while holding the temptation to spite. Panic has settled out from Maneku's heart at this point, but he's still on-guard. There's no known threats except the initial invitation. Weapons of convenience are what Maneku prefers himself, and most well-taught people can make weapons of anything with jutsu. It's all about adapting to the goals.

Assessing how he should proceed, Maneku at least feels like he could of finished up his summons to cover himself in the nude. Similar situations in the future could be dealt with by transforming too. After having engaged enough people though, Maneku is wondering why he's here? Nothing comes free and the locals aren't going to put up with spring forever. It's too easy to terrorize those that have invited wolves into their dimension. Nothing stops Maneku from helping the overarching villains succeed. Invading others actually might save Maneku a lot of time. Tickets to chaos could be plundered. This time around, Maneku doesn't have the time.

Maneku had begun singing and partying already, his prior mood broken. Joking with the locale, Maneku has begun to check tents thoroughly. Opening up to an unknown place is something Maneku's already used to, since he had accepted the invitation to come already. Sensory users could of calmed down easier, but Maneku isn't needing to be calm now. Space-time isn't unfamiliar to Maneku, as he plans to create his own shelter someday. Even if it's in someone else's spot, or at this dimension, he'd take it if it looks good. At the boredom of drink, Maneku begins to decide on his stance here though. Intruding on a prison doesn't change it to something better.

Judging the stability of the tents and those present, Maneku sees a tinge of group hysteria. There's whispers of terrorists, that aren't Maneku, and this makes him uncomfortable. An imminent and blatant threat is more unlike Maneku, so there should of been already great troubles. Whenever people pretend they are not in grave danger, it makes Maneku feel unable to control his fate. Being trapped outside his own desired world even in a nice situation can't be great. Even if someone is righteous, they can appear demonic if not presentable. Having the goal to resolve troubles, Maneku has entered tent to tent while minding the gossip.

Maneku's undecided whether this world he resides in is good enough to not be considered genjutsu. The difference between non-genjutsu and genjutsu is simple, in that Maneku feels like the people around are N-P-C. Having entered this storybook world, Maneku looks around like he's playing a children's game, and the casualties that are possible do not burden Maneku. Already offended, Maneku feels like he's the only one that's thought to try to escape a closed world, even if it must be made chaotic. Procrastination and days of wandering had brought him to this place, or a late arrival better than the rest. 

Tipping his mask in discomfort, Maneku had wandered to a street corner. A city that never sleeps is only a bother. Some people find value in just being present, like how Maneku has become richer recently just by consistency. A bad taste is left in one's mouth for getting things too easy. Leaving the oddities of his birth aside, Maneku isn't satisfied in how he has met no challenge. Being cursed at and cursing by oni is a better job than passively existing.