Tsuki Ryoshi is a hunter like her father, she's spent her whole life happily traipsing around the Beast's Forest with her best friend Izuku Midoriya, never really wishing for more. That is until she has to leave her quiet little village to escort a...
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You followed the scowling prince towards a pair of large timber gates that marked the entrance of a deep ravine. The harsh rock face rose on either side of the impenetrable looking entrance which was at least 3 meters tall and manned by guards carrying large spears who were dressed similarly to the two boys in front of you. Does nobody here wear a shirt? You thought.
Well, it was warm you supposed, too warm you realized as you felt how much you were beginning to sweat under your heavy winter cloak. All of a sudden your clothing felt so heavy it was almost suffocating, but you didn't want to take any layers off in case you had to suddenly make a run for it.
When the gates were opened following a signal given by Bakugo, you followed him inside and took in your new surroundings. The barbarian camp was set deep in the middle of a canyon; the rocky terrain enclosed the camp on both sides and on top of each of the cliffs stood sturdy wooden fences adorned with intimidating looking pikes. The exterior defenses were probably as tall as the gate you had just passed through and the jagged rock faces they were built upon must have been over three stories high at least. The fence that ran along the top was broken periodically with wooden towers where more guards stood keeping watch out across the desert. It looked more like a fortress than a village and you wondered what dangers such a fearsome clan of people expected to befall them.
Speaking of the village; every building was what you could only describe as a tent; but they were much more than a simple shelter under which to sleep. Each round or hexagonal dwelling, some longer or wider than others, were large enough to stand at least ten men comfortably inside. The fabric used to build the walls and roofs of each dwelling was comprised entirely out of animal hides, expertly stitched together to make large swaths that were stretched tight across the wooden beans that formed the skeleton of the structure.
Around the homes, and other shared buildings you passed, were some structures you were familiar with, such as a communal well and a water trough for washing clothes or feeding animals. As well as the odd large firepit over which were hung huge cooking pots brimming with various bubbling soups or stews, but there were some constructs you hadn't seen before.
In one large open space, there was a collection of large rectangular stone basins, raised slightly out of the ground, enclosed by a low brick wall. The contents of each one held a different brightly coloured liquid making them look like giant ink wells. It wasn't until you noticed long rows of wet cloth hug out to dry on long billowing lines that you realized they were dye troughs.
After passing through what appeared to be the center of the village, the close knit buildings started to spread out and soon you reached a part of the canyon which opened up into a large flat area. In the middle of this, was a sunken amphitheatre with large stone steps leading to the arena below; each step acted as a row of seats for the audience and intermittently there were walkways with smaller steps splitting the stands into four sections. At present however, the stands looked to be empty as the sun began to fade in the sky, but you were too far away from the edge to see if anyone was in the arena below.
