Naruto Cascade (Naruto SI)

[Jyn Ryvia]

So this is the Leagandly TFF... not that bad, well I'm not bursting into flames yet anyway.

so I'm going to start posting these here, and if people like it, I can start posting the previews here before the wider net to get some feedback.
Synopsis: Add together the choices you make, the environments you're exposed to, and the instincts inherent to your very being and you then get the sum of yourself. That doesn't change even if you remember a past life.

Thank to Fullyautomagic and almostinsane for Beta-ing this prologue.

Prologue



It was about four months into my new life when I had finally developed good enough eyesight and brain activity to actually understand what had happened to me instead of living like a brain-dead potato in a gray world of muffled noises and numbed sensations.

Which, at the time, felt like a hellish eternity of absolute boredom.

Though I will say that this whole experience has done wonders for my sense of patience and inner harmony, I’m totally zen now. Or maybe just crazy... we'll see eventually.

But anyhow, now that I could finally look around and take stock of things, a picture began to unfold in my mind's eye and I discovered three very important things:

The first was the most obvious of the bunch, and that was the fact I was now apparently once again an infant. I'm fairly sure that the philosophical and religious significance of this will probably impact me at later date, maybe have a minor existential crisis, but for now, I think I’m just grateful that I’m not dead or something.

Or at least not still dead, as I seem to distinctly remember that my last memory before all this with a crossing a road without looking and then hearing a loud honking sound followed by the screeching of brakes. Kind of embarrassing really, though I do wonder why I can still remember things from before.

Since I'm fairly certain that I’m not going to find the answer by asking someone or reading a book I doubt that's it’s a question that will ever be answered. Oh well.

But back to my discoveries. The second thing I figured out was that I was in what was probably an orphanage, as there were children of far too many different ages for it to be just a simple nursery.

From what I could see from my crib and the play areas I was allowed in it was a fairly comfortable, if not very big, building and that while not run down as the caretakers did work hard to keep things running, would not have passed a modern safety examination, what with all the blunt, but still fairly hard and pointy toy ninja weapons laying all over the place.

Probably the only things that the chunin caretaker and the genin helpers could think of to get a bunch of kids.

Oh, and that’s the last thing I found out, there were ninjas, and Naruto ninjas at that.

Well, either that or I was born into some sort of anime cult where all the adults and some of the kids wear headbands and weird shoe-sandal-things. That theory lost a bit of its credence after the third time one of the genin used their skills to play the most remarkable game of peek-a-boo; I decided that the anime cult theory was probably not very likely.

Might still be in a regular cult though, as I distinctly remember that being a thing in the story… note to self: cult theory needs more investigation before coming to a conclusion.

This does raise some concerns.

While the adventures of everybody’s (ok, let’s be honest, not everybody’s) favorite blonde were very happy ever-aftery, the world of the elemental nations was depicted as pretty violent and unstable. I’m from a place where wars and such are things that happen elsewhere. I don’t even know if I have what it takes to be a soldier, a killer. Hell, if I was to get all philosophical and stuff I'd say that I'm probably against it on a cultural and moral level.

But at the same time I’m going to need to be a ninja if I want to not just survive, but thrive.

Despite what some people might think, living is not the only goal in a person’s life. It’s the big one, sure, but after that people look to other things, other goals that give meaning.

For me, that is my agency and sense of personal worth.

Individualistic and selfish? Probably, but that is what is important to me right now! Might change with new experiences and time.

Who knows? I like to think I'm a complicated person.

Anyways, what this means is that while I have a moral problem with being a ninja, could I really pass up the opportunity to become one? To learn to walk up walls, to spit fire, to functionally have superpowers? It’s a hard question and one I'd probably be thinking about and weighing up for a while yet.

And then there was the fact that the path of the ninja is likely the only one that will lead to me having any importance as an individual.

Naruto has always had a weird mix of modern and traditional Japanese culture with a leaning to the traditional, and in the Japan of the past, the peasant was nearly never of significance.

If I ever want to have any impact I will have to be a ninja or be of noble birth, and looking around the packed orphanage the theory that I’m a noble is as unlikely a hypothesis as the anime cult one.

And while I don’t have a pressing need to have a big impact on this new world at the moment, the idea that it would be impossible upsets me on some level. I mean, what if I wanted to use my amazing ‘future’ knowledge to somehow help the up-and-coming (or past? What point in the timeline am I?) Savior of the world along?

‘Though that might not be possible.” I thought to myself as I look as pointedly as it is possible for an infant at one of the main caretaker’s forehead, a black haired, 40ish woman with a wrinkled but otherwise pretty face and a missing arm.

And on that forehead is headband with a plate of metal inscribed with a symbol of which I do not remember.


hello everyone, this is my first proper attempt at a story. The next bit is will drop later today or tomorrow after a quick touch up and when or if i can get a beta reader to look over it.

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

also, how do you do Italics?

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

thanks to RogueDruid and almostinsane for beta-ing this part of the story.

Edited:

I was a little over a year old when I finally started taking my first steps, which I must say was a great relief as while I logically knew that it should have taken that long, I was still starting to get a bit worried. Quite frankly, I was relieved that I finally had that bit of independence.

I also found out between now and when I first became 'aware' that I was not, in fact, staying in an orphanage, or at least it was not only an orphanage, but also a place where single shinobi or kunoichi parents could drop the kids off for very long periods of time.

As every so often an objectively beautiful woman with long thick brown hair, a pale round face with gentle dark eyes, and a strange Hitai-ate would come to pick me up and take me to her apartment, a tiny soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

The handful of times she came to pick me up, she was usually wearing a flak vest, a dark blue version without the shoulder guards of the ones found in Leaf along with the typical black under-suit and pants combo.

And when I say a handful of times, I meant a handful, I think that the for the first year of my life I might have spent a total of maybe four weeks at her apartment and the rest of the time back at the orphanage or, well, I guess I can't call it that anymore... How about the 'Institution'?

Anyway, I spent more time in the Institution than I did with her and honestly I'm kind of glad of it. I don't think I'm attached to her very much, and it might be a mutual feeling.

That's not to say she was some horrible puppy kicking monster or something... but...

It started out normal: when she came to pick me up it was all excited babble and cuddling and baby-talk that meant nothing to me. There were two words that she kept on repeating that I could pick out. The first was what I remembered as Japanese for mother, useful to know. And the second was the word "Shou-chan", what I'm guessing is my name.

And when we got back to her place, she didn't do a thing wrong: she fed me, changed me, rocked me back to sleep when I woke up, the works. And all with that smile never leaving her face.

I think that is when I first noticed she never actually got fed up. I was still a baby doing baby things like screaming my head off all hours of the day and night. Pretty sure even the most experienced of parents would start to get stressed after the 4th night being woken up every two hours or so.

But nope, the same look on her face, as if she's just going through a motion.

I then began to notice during my stays with her that while she checked on me often, the timing had a very mechanical feel, as if she set an egg timer to go off at set periods and as soon as she was done with whatever she had to do, she could go off and forget about me until the next buzz.

And I think the last big hint was that she never hesitated when it came time to drop me back off at the Institution. She would just walk back to the building, bring me up to her face that still had that headband marked with two lines running vertically through the centre that juts out to either side at the end as if to make an arrow pointing down, then say something that I assume means "be a good boy for mommy", kiss me on the forehead, and then dumping me in the arm of the caretaker before taking off without a second look.

I think that to her I was an obligation that she was pretty fond of, but that she had no real maternal instinct for.

So apparently Shou Fujimori is my full name. it's one of the first things I learned in the four years since I was born into Takigakure: The Village Hidden in the Waterfall.

And I am currently reconsidering my opinion about being in a cult.

As I am now old enough that I can now walk around comfortably, brush my teeth, use the 'big boy toilet' and speak more than one to three word sentences (something that I did not have to pretend, as I've been having a worrying difficulty in picking up the language, despite my best efforts.) Sawada-sensei, the one-armed caretaker from before, has decided that it was time for me to join the morning classes set up for the older kids.

The 'classroom' is actually a bunch of desks and wooden benches set out in the back of the institution facing a bigger desk with a roll-down board on the back wall and a great canvas to block rain and provide shade, depending on the situation. Not because of any budget reasons. It's just that Takigakure seems to have a very "open air" sort of culture with a lot of patios and open air rooms for the richer clans. A good rule of thumb was 'If a wall or window is not needed, it's not going to be there.' (Which is a weird way of thinking when the whole place is built into a giant, enclosed hole in a cliff face. Maybe it's because of this that we like open spaces when we can? Whatever.)

It's not like the weather ever really gets that bad here thanks to the incredibly thick tree canopy.

"It was then, as the vicious Kumo ninja was about to raid the small poor village on the border with fire country for supplies to continue their attacks on the Leaf, that Kamiya-sama, the then Head Jounin of the village sprung his trap!" Kubo-sensei stretched his fingers out as if to grab the group of children as he said the last bit. "The Kumo ninja were routed, and Kamiya-sama was praised for his ingenious plan by both Takigakure's allies and enemies alike, especially by the Konoha ninja who in their time of weakness were showed that we were their most trustworthy allies."

I am currently learning about how Takigakure is the greatest place ever with the nicest people and everywhere else sucks and that we are so lucky to be born in the only truly safe place in the world, except maybe Konoha, or maybe Konoha was the worst place. It really depended on Kubo-sensei's mood or what part of history we were talking about.

It seems Taki's relationship with our bigger ally is a bit complicated, at least on our side of things.

On one hand, it seems that people think that our long-lasting alliance with Konoha is the main reason for our prosperity compare to the other villages of our size.

But on the other hand, people also see Konoha as an oppressive force that is keeping Takigakure from getting too strong so as to stay in control, blaming them when something unexpected happens and there is no obvious culprit.

The other big point is how safe the village is compared to the rest of the world and how it's up to everyone to keep it that way, though seeing as Takigakure has never been successfully invaded, I guess that's a fair thing to be proud of.

Anyway, outside of these riveting 'history' (Read: blatant propaganda) lessons, we were going through the basics of what all somewhat civilized cultures are based on: learning to read, write and count.

Counting was not a problem. For some reason beyond my understanding, this world uses Hindu-Arabic numerals… despite there being no India.

So many questions.

But at least basic math is never going to be a problem in this life.

But reading and writing... I don't think I have to worry about people thinking I'm too smart for my age and whisk me away to be interrogated because not only has it taken me longer than average to learn to speak the language to an acceptable level for my age, but my reading and writing…

I'm behind, not ridiculously so as I've been working hard at it, more than anyone else, but noticeably.

Maybe my memories make it so that I don't get that boost in learning ability that really young children get or it's because it's my second language and those are supposed to be harder, but I am definitely starting to get old anxieties and worries over this returning.

Outside of the basics of academia, we spent most of our time doing physical activities: games, sports or just straight up conditioning. Nothing you wouldn't see outside of a properly done gym class from my old world. Just more of it. Every day.

The more 'ninja-like' training seems to be left for when you turn six (and it will start; not being a ninja in a ninja village that shuns the outside world to the point of actually being hidden is 'frowned upon' if you're able-bodied) or at your parent's discretion, and Ayaka-san (mother) said to not to worry about it yet when I asked her the last time I saw her. She only said that it would be a better to wait a little longer. So maybe the family's technique can't be taught early.

Or she is too busy right now to teach me.

Or she is just not arsed to make time.

Still can't read her. Kind of hard when her regular everyday expressions range from 'tiny soft happy smile' to 'tiny soft polite smile'.

Oh, it looks like the lesson is moving away from 'how Takigakure and Konohagakure were such great allies in the last big war' to 'how Konohagakure was so awful for giving this really important deal to Sunagakure instead of us.' Better start paying attention again or I'll get something semi-hard thrown at me. It seems to be the universal punishment in this world for spacing out.

Thanks for reading

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

thanks to Exter, Vox De Harlequin, cezyou and farren55 for helping with this part. Edited:

I don't own Naruto.



"Good luck Shou-Nii!" the little Redhead shouted from the back of the group. his smile was bright as the yellow t-shirt he never took off.

"Thanks, Gaku-kun"

"I should be allowed to be doing ninja training too!" this came from the proud brat on the left. his long Brown bangs covering his eyes, but not his scowl.

"Now, now Hiroya-kun, you'll start when your six like everyone else, so just wait a bit and I'll see you there."

"Please don't go Shou-nii…" was the barely audible sniffling coming from the smallest in the group. her black ponytail was looking more like it belonged to a sad dog than a miniature horse.

"Hey Airi-chan, don't cry," I said as I kneeled down to give her a hug. "I'll come visit lots ok? You'll barely miss me"

I was six years old now and this week was important for two reasons.

First was that I'm finally old enough to start the villages standard shinobi training, I don't know if calling it the 'Academy' was correct; as it's probably going to be a lot smaller and less institutionalised as what was set up in the Konoha as depicted in the manga, because of the smaller population.

I'll be starting on the first day of next week, and I got to say that I was pretty excited, wouldn't you be? Superpowers!

Ayaka-san had also decided that it's time to start passing down the family's skills, though the way she said it made me think that there was probably not going to be much in the way of secret super Ninjutsu techniques. I guess that's fair, not every family can have weird eye powers or mind control tricks. And I shouldn't have assumed that I would just happen to be born into one that does.

"Promise?" and here are the puppy-dog-eyes and the lip-quiver, her best one-two combo.

"Of course!" I said as I messed up her hair affectionately, something I know she both hated and loved. "I'll just be on another side of the village, not Wind country."

And this lead into the second reason why this week was going to be an important one, and why I was currently surrounded by a group of little well-wishers, I'm about to finally move in with Ayaka-san permanently.

It's actually been something that was in the works for a while now. I've been bringing more and more of my stuff over with me during visits and leaving them there, this was the final load so to speak. As Ayaka-san now had everything sorted out on her side of things.

Apparently, the reason why she never seemed to be in the village was that there were a series of long-term missions outside of the village that had all but been mark as hers. I didn't know the details (Confidential, obviously.) but she needed to wait for the current round of her 'contract time' to expire before I could move in, as she will need to be spending longer than a few days a month in the village now for the next few years.

The group that surrounded me was made up of most of the younger 'long-term' residents at the institution; the actually orphaned or the all-but-abandoned.

For those little people, I may very well have been the closest thing to an older sibling that they will know. As to why I'm 'Big Brother' to all the younger kids instead of one of the others around my age or who were a little older and who had already gone…

It probably had something to do with the fact that, with my calmer disposition than most children at my age (from not being a child), the caretakers tended to give me tasks requiring more responsibility or put me in charge of group projects or when things are really busy even keep an eye on some of the youngest ones.

And well, in the logic of young children: 'Responsibility' plus 'being in charge' plus being 'older' equals 'The Big Brother'... Obviously.

Not that I minded, I was actually very used to being the older sibling from before, not just for my own little brother and sister, but also a bunch of younger cousins who were always around for one reason or another. Looking out for the other kids in the institution was actually pretty calming, old routines in a new place sort of way.

And had to admit it, I'm pretty fond of the little bastards and will miss them a bit, but they are way overblowing this. I guessed from their perspective this was a big thing, but Takigakure is a fairly small place, with little to no interaction with the outside or new faces, we will be seeing each other all over the place.

I was just finishing up saying my goodbyes to everyone when Sawada-sensei gave me a look from where she was standing by the gate, the one she used when she wants to talk to one of us alone, so with one last farewell I pick up my luggage and made my way over to her.

Sawada-sensei looks pretty much the same as she did all those years ago when I first laid eyes on the one-armed woman and the headband she was sporting, still very healthy and attractive for a woman of her age, though there were now more wrinkles around her eyes and her hair was as silver as it was black nowadays, the main signs that being in charge of this place might be tiring her down. As she looked at me she gave me her usual tight but not unkind smile.

"Do you have everything?"

"I think so" I replied. "I left some of my smaller clothes for the share box, but otherwise I'm good."

"That was nice of you, hopefully you will continue to be helpful to your mother as you were here. Keep working hard, you've come a long way despite you're… Difficulties."

It became obvious over time that my worries about my reading and writing were well founded; I'm dyslexic… again.

And this time I'm was not in a world where learning disabilities are well understood, supported or even really sympathised with, in a world where geniuses are glorified those that have difficulties are usually just labelled bit dumb and told to just study harder.

Kubo-sensei had all but giving up; To be fair to him he had tried, but he was never a teacher to begin with, just a person who was given the job and who had to teach a room full of children who were at different levels.

He could not devote all his time to just me, and he did not really understand how I could be completely fine with some subjects like math, or that I could remember everything he talked about in History class, and yet still had difficulty with or forgetting words that those one or two years younger had started to get, By the end he would be even more frustrated than me.

By age five I had gotten desperate, gaining the ability to read English fluently (and write functionally at least) was my proudest achievement in that life, and books once a torture became something that I had fallen in love with. the thought of losing that here was unacceptable. So I ended up begging the caretakers to give me extra lessons, Something that with their already busy schedules most were unwilling to do.

Except for Sawada-sensei, who was the busiest of the lot.

It wasn't perfect; she was strict, would not let me stop until she was satisfied with my progress and was still a strong believer in negative reinforcement. (I now had little scarring on my hand and a hatred of rulers)

But she kept with me, never let herself show frustration, and while it was hard to tell with her stern expression, I think she got as happy as me whenever I made some progress.

And for that, she had my gratitude and respect.

I'm still having problems (will for years with reading, probably forever with writing.) but I can manage for what's expected of me… for now.

"You are a smart boy, don't let yourself forget that." Her gaze got a little harder. "If you become lazy and waste all my work I will be mad, do you understand?"

"I'll keep working, count on it." I said back immediately "I can't thank you enough for looking after me… and…giving me a chance, I'll return the favour one day, I promise"

"Huh, ridiculous, I was doing my job, you owe me nothing" and with that, she walked away.

As I started walking to my new (old?) home I thought that maybe she left like that so I wouldn't see her tear up… and then I remember what she was like and throw that idea out a window.

"So if your male client is nervous of an attack during travel between two locations. How would you go about calming them down? The journey will take about a week. And please pass the sauce." Asked Ayaka-san as she started to work on her breakfast of grilled fish, rice, miso soup, and pickles.

"Um, it depends on how likely an attack is? Telling him he was perfectly safe only to run across some bandits will just make him mad at you."

"An excellent point Shou-chan, but not an answer."

I took a sip of my miso soup as I thought about it.

"… Keep asking him about what he plans to do when he gets there, use language that implies that he being there is a foregone conclusion… if he stays nervous, ask him to do small tasks like looking after the fire? Distract him with busy hands."

"The first part was very good Shou-chan, assuming that you are allowed to know the client's plans, that's often not the case so don't assume. But the second part is not so good, while some people calm down when their busy others get clumsy when they are nervous, and mistakes can make a stressed person frustrated… but that's just a small thing, the bigger problem is asking the client to do work, because while that is fine with a lot of people, others will take offence at being told to do something by the hired help, and this becomes more common as the social standing of the client rises." She took another bite before continuing "so how about this; you spot your target in a pub, and you have a month to make them like you enough to offer you a job with their Employer who you need to steal important documents from. How do you approach…"

This morning scenario building had become a regular part of my days living with Ayaka-san, as it was the first part of my training in the 'family skills' and the one skill she has said is often more important than many would think.

Basically, it's the skill of conversation… or maybe first impressions?

The idea was that most people decide whether they like someone or not in their first interaction with that person, often within the first second, and coming off as likeable can be an enormous advantage.

It can make clients more manageable and create a web of contacts.

It can get you close to people of interest.

It can get teammates who you had just meet to listen to you.

And people can be strangely stubborn with keeping with their initial impression, and you can use that to get away with stuff, remember those popular girls/guys in school who were complete arseholes that did things that would have everyone hating them if they were someone else, but everyone 'lets it slide' cus it was them? Or those Lovable Rogue types on TV? It was that effect.

Weirdly the most important part was not to be too friendly… at least for the situation or environment, just being a personable acquaintance was most of the time the best outcome for the first contact. It gave you space to work into the best relationship for your needs.

Unless you had observed the target for some time or have a pre-made psychological profile on hand, you didn't know how someone will react to overt attempts to get close to them; if it's unwanted, it can be as bad as being a dick to someone.

From how Ayaka-san talked about it, I think she sees that type of getting close to someone (and outright seduction I assume, that topic had not been brought up yet, I'm six) as slapdash and amateurish: More likely to fail than to succeed.

Real manipulation was something done over time.

We did a few more of these before the conversation turned towards today's events.

'Are you looking forward to school Shou-chan? Your first day is an important step for any young man." She said as she got up and headed into the kitchen to prepare lunch boxes for both of us, hers for work and mine for school. The cabinets were now full, unlike in the past where they were always empty when I visited and we would have to go and get take-out.

"Ya, it'll be fun, I can't wait to do some of the stuff you and the other ninja can do. When do they teach us to run and jump super fast?" the shinobi always looked like they are having a blast when they did that.

"Sorry hun" she called out from the counter. "You won't be able to do that until you're using chakra, and they won't be starting that for a bit." Ayaka-san said as she gave me 'small smile No:4'. She then put the bento box into my bag next to my school supplies and handed it to me.

"Now off with you. And remember what I told you?"

"Don't make lots of close friends right away, get a feel for what the different groups will be like and then worm my way into the ones that are best… but don't be unfriendly, or I won't be getting into any group." I somehow said with a straight face… must be getting used to her way of thinking.

"Oh, you learn so quickly! I don't know what they were saying, you're a genius." She gave me a tight squeezing hug as if what I said was absolutely adorable and not a little sociopathic. "Have a good day Shou-chan."

"You too mother." was my quick reply, a little uncomfortable with how long the hug lasted before it ended.

And with that, I'm out the door.

When I walked through the village I couldn't help but compare it to that one filler (OVA?) which was set there, and just how wrong they got things.

Some things were the same: the village lay in a crater near a cliff with an almost impossibly thick canopy. Predictably, there was a large waterfall on that cliff which hid the underwater cave system. That was the only way into the other thing they got right was the big ass tree in the middle of the lake in the centre of the village, with a small pavilion where the village hid the Hero's Water.

But what they really got wrong was the scale of the place, in the anime the population looked like it might have been 100 people at most, and the place was made up of a handful of huts and cottages; this was not the case. While not one of the big dog villages like the Leaf and even the Sand, Hidden Waterfall still had an active ninja force that fluctuated around two thousand strong in peace time, there was no way that a group of three jounin could hope to take and subdue the place.

Maybe members of the Akatsuki or the Sannin, but not some random missing-nin.

A large military force naturally led to a relatively large urban area that circled 3/4ths of the lake, made up of family and clan housing, as well as apartment complexes such as the one I live in. Beside these were administrative buildings, supply deposits, blacksmiths and the hospital; they all came together to make a busy and lively community. The last fourth of the lake and the outer rims of the village was made up of gardens, training fields and other open areas. The village kept these in order to provide some form of open space in the otherwise somewhat cramp setting.

The one thing that was perhaps missing were shops and restaurants — there was a distinct lack of direct trade into the village — but that was more than made up for by the people. On a good morning or evening entrepreneurs would set up stalls outside their houses and proceed to sell their own cooking, goods they brought back after missions, or offer some form of entertainment; some days the village would feel like it spontaneously burst into a festival.

"Finally," I thought, "is that the anime could not capture the beauty of the village." I passed an old woman working an oven, producing a type of karipap filled with chicken and potatoes in a deep-fried shell, the curry so thick it's oozing out of the snack. The smell and sight of the food were totally different from an image, even a moving one. Probably a deficiency of the medium: the sunlight through the thick canopy painting everything in colours of soft greens and blues during the day, the rich warm reds and yellows of the clouds during dawn and dusk, all of these were irreproducible through cel-shading or even painting. The buildings, made of strong woods and red clay baked tiled rooms, gave the place a feeling similar to a quiet and sleepy Southeast Asian countryside.

Then there was the lake at the centre of everything, always calm and clear enough to see to the bottom of that you can stare out into half a day just contemplating life, and the great tree, that spread up and covered everything like a protective mother embracing its young. While the nationalist propaganda can often get a bit much, it really is not hard to see why the people of the waterfall see this place as a secret paradise in this cruel world.

As I finished my musing, I finally arrived at the edge of the village, where one of the largest buildings was situated right next to where most of the training fields were, about three stories tall and much wider. It was otherwise unfeatured and actually a bit as the main training centre of the village, it will also be the place I would be spending most of my days for the next few years.

"Ok e-everyone find a seat, no-no, it doesn't matter who is next to you, j-just sit-down!" yelled a short greying be-speckled man of a shockingly anxious disposition. He was in the process of trying to get fifteen to twenty excited children to stay still for more than two seconds: a daunting task for any man. "I-Is that everyone? Good, Good." He then stood in front of the classroom under the chalkboard, rubbing his hands together nervously.

If this is what he is like in the first ten minutes of the year, he's going to die of child-induced heart-failure in about 2 weeks. Slightly uncharitable to think, I guess. I found my seat somewhere in the middle of the row, next to a slightly lanky boy and a girl so normal and nondescript looking it was extraordinary. You know? I can't really believe I'm sitting here, learning to be a contract killer, and actually being excited by the idea, to the point that I'm finding fidgeting in my seat anxious for him to get on with it. The difference in environment I guess….And the promise of power. "Mhahaha," I said under my breath. Then I looked around, hoping no one noticed. Satisfied that no one noticed my momentary insanity I returned my attention back to the front of the room as Sensei as went on.

"My name is Hiraoka Takeo, and for the next 6 or so years I will be in charge of your core training. Please call me Sensei. It will be my job to make sure you have a good grounding in ninjutsu, taijutsu and genjutsu as well as other basic skills expected of genin such as the use of weapons and survival." To give him credit, despite still looking a bit twitchy, his voice was strong and clear with no stuttering once he started lecturing.

"Outside of me there will be others who will be helping out on rotation, they are all here voluntarily,"—yeah right, while some probably have joined willingly, some will definitely be 'Volunteered' as a punishment or something—"and so are happy to help you," Sensei then wrote something on the board, but as it was kind of complicated I just copied it in my note-pad without reading it, to figure out later, and instead just listened. "But anything they might teach you outside of the mandatory curriculum will be at their discretion, and it will be up to you to go up to them and convince them."

"So with that said! Let's start this class with an overview of what we will be going over for the next semester." Hiraoka-sensei finished his little speech and then started to teach in earnest.

While the teacher organized some papers and quelled a few rebellious children, I considered what he'd said. I scratched the side of my head, messing up my brown hair as I do; a bad habit when I'm thinking about something. So if we want to learn more than the basics we will need to find our own teachers, family or otherwise? And I'm guessing it's going to be harder than just going up to them and asking if they're not part of your clan. Is it a holdover from the more master and apprentice style of the past? Or is this just part of the training? Search and obtain.

I smile a bit at this. For most people, having set courses you can join would be superior, but with my problems, the more that moves away from essay writing and texts the better. I doubt most ninja will be setting exams for what they are teaching one on one.

Soon enough though class began, with him talking to the class as a whole and writing on the blackboard about what this semester covered. Mostly it was making sure the students knew the basics: ninja-applicable mathematics, science, and geography, and then — I'd hoped these last things wouldn't be there, but had expected it so just resigned myself — reading and writing like before.

However, on top of that were the distinctly shinobi lessons such as learning the shinobi code, an introduction to tactics and strategy, and the basic theory behind chakra and how to activate it.

A hand shot up, breaking the the flow of the class and drawing every eye. This hand was attached to a rough looking, orange haired boy with a strong brow, giving him by default a serious, directed expression. He was squinting up at Hiraoka-sensei as if annoyed.

Sensei blinked.

"U-um, sorry w-what was you name a-again?" And as if a spell was dispelled, he started to look as nervous as he did at the start of class, as if there was some difference between talking at the class and talking to someone.

"Nijimura Josuke."

"A-Ah, yes. What is the q-question?

"What if you know all this?" Josuke said, "Dad taught me how to use chakra already, I don't need to learn that stuff." He was practically puffing out his chest at this, looking around in that way that small children did when they believe they did or said something great and now were waiting for someone to tell them how amazing they are.

"W-While that is very good Josuke-kun, most of the other c-children did not have an early start, you will j-just have to wait." Sensei gives him a little watery smile, "B-besides, going over things has never h-hurt anyone."

The brat just went a little red in the face and glowered at that.

The rest of the day was nothing to write home about: most of the class time was just introducing the subjects. After that we went outside and had a physical review. I was mostly running races, wall climbs, long jumping, etc. Basically any type of activity where we competed with each other, and could be compared.

And I did pretty well against most of the other kids. This body was tall for a six year old and long-limbed, the type that you would see on someone good at athletics like sprinting and basketball. I came out as one of the top of the class in all events.

Josuke with his chakra won everything by a landslide; but I don't think that really counts.

He was still real proud of himself, to my annoyance whenever he started rubbing it in rest of our faces. I shouldn't be mad, he's a basically a kid who had a good sports day, and I'm an adult (in mind) who did fine...But obnoxious is still obnoxious.

At the end of the day I walked out of the building with the rest to find a group of parents waiting to pick up the kids from the first day of school. I was a little surprised to find Ayaka-san there as well, in a light yukata garment instead of her usual uniform when working, with her long brown hair worn loose. She must have gotten off early at...whereever it is that she started working while in the village.

As I walked closer and looked around, I could not help noticing how much younger she looked compared to some of the other parents. She was probably still in her late teens when I was born.

When I got to her, she didn't say anything. She just gave me small smile No. #12 and held out her hand for me to take; after a small hesitation, I did. We then walked home together in a — not totally — awkward silence.

After a quick dinner, I just ended up messing around for a bit, not having anything to do. It was starting to get dark before I decided to bite the bullet, getting up from my spot by the window facing the lake I head into the living room looking for Ayaka-san.

I found her where I expected to, sitting at the main table, one of those low ones where you sit on a cushion rather than a chair. She was reading from a scroll. I made a questioning noise to get her attention, trying to think out my question.

"Yes?" She said looking up at me with a questioning look.

"Uh, I was wondering…" I feel surprisingly nervous about this, but try to get on with it. "I have some notes I took in class, but didn't really read them, just copied the kanji from the board. Could you… um… read them with me? Just need a little help with figuring some of them out."

She just gave me one of her little smiles, but I think I saw some amusement mixed in there this time. But she just patted the cushion next to her a couple of times before saying, "That's fine, Shou-chan. Go get them and we can start in a minute. I just need to finish this up, okay?"

By the time I got back the scroll was gone, despite my only taking 30 seconds or so, and she was waiting there as pristine and proper as she always was.

And so as I sat down, we started what would soon become the second daily routine that we share.


Thanks for reading

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

hanks to Cezyou and Exter for beta'ing

Don't own Naruto


"Close in, arms up, take the hit and return it," I thought as I moved, rushing forward as soon as Sensei yelled to start, Using my slightly bigger body to push into my smaller opponent as if to drive him out of the ring. My opponent strike out with their fist, but like most beginner's panicked from the sudden pressure and forgot his technique, it was a wild swing with no form or weight. It hit my left shoulder and stung, but that was it.

Straight away my left, the lead hand, came up and around, bending in a horizontal arc towards his head as I twisted my hips and torso into the hit, shifting my weight to my lead foot and pivoting on it all at once.

My heavy Lead Hook slammed into his chin, undefended as his left arm was still straight and away from his body after his last punch, another beginner mistake.

He hit the sand and stayed there crying just a little bit, the entire spar lasted less than two seconds, but all I felt was the stinging in the knuckles of my index and middle finger and a sickness in my stomach over the whole thing.

How the hell can I feel good about decking a child, even if I was technically one too?

"And the winner is Fujimori Shou!" Sensei said loudly so the whole class could hear. "Now t-the both of you come to the c-centre and make the seal of reconciliation."

I walked back to the centre of the ring, a sand-covered Square at the back of the training centre that was smaller than any other sparing area around, probably made just for the youngest trainees. My opponent, a young boy I had not really talked to yet finally got up from the ground and scuffled over, my soft brown eyes meet his darker, still watery ones. And while we did join fingers in this world version of a 'good match handshake' it was easy to tell he was still upset, maybe more from shame that he had lost so fast instead of the pain in his jaw. I gave him my best smile and a little encouragement before we started heading back to our spots on the sideline, but I was sure that this one would have to be chalked up as a failed first impression. Ayaka-san would be disappointed.

But she'll just have to live with it, I'm was not going to make those awful spars last longer than they had to, and not just because hitting kids was not fun.

As we both sit down Hiraoka-sensei begins to speak, this time in what I have begun to call his 'confident mode' that he entered when he was 'teaching' instead of 'talking'.

"Rokuro-kun, you have been doing very well in practice, but once you start sparring you tend to lose your focus, this was a big example, you need to keep your form no matter how much your opponent is pushing you. It is, however, something you can only break with more experience, so just keep working hard."
Rokuro just nodded and then looked down.

He then turned to me. "Excellent aggression as usual Shou-kun, and you kept your guard up at all times. But you still have that bad habit of letting yourself get hit instead of trying to dodge or block just so you can get through your opponents guard. You need to get out of that habit soon, just because it is working right now doesn't mean it's a good strategy. If Rokuro-kun had a Kunai on him that exchange would have gone differently." he ended things there with a stern stare, to convey the severity of what he said to me, before turning back to the crowd "Now would…", done with his piece he moved straight on to calling up the next group to fight.

And the other reason I was trying to keep the matches short was that it was easier to make it look like I'm just a good brawler that way. And not that I know what I'm doing.

Well OK, 'knowing what I'm doing' might be a bit strong, even in that past life I hadn't done any amateur boxing since I left college, let alone the six years I've been here, my technique was terrible by this point. That hook was so miss-timed and disjointed it was more of a wild haymaker then a hook.

And let's not forget that there was a big bloody difference between a contact-sport and an actual fighting system meant to hurt and kill like the one they are starting to teach us over the last three weeks, and that's a difference I should remember.

Not to say all the fights were like the last one, some of the others have had some training as well and were harder to deal with, those longer fights where a lot more tricky to 'fake' things, I mostly did it by keeping my feet flat and planted and avoiding the more 'skill' based ways of defending like the bob and weave and slipping.

The scariest fight I've had yet was actually with that 'extraordinarily-ordinary' looking girl I had sat next to on the first day. Whatever her family specialised in, it has something to do with grappling, and with breaking whatever they grab onto.

Thought she was going to rip my leg right off that one time she got me on the ground.

But even the trained kids don't have my experience in being punched in the face, and the fact that I haven't had a loss yet showed it.

As I was musing about all of this had a looked around the field rather than paid much mind to the fight, what I spied was something that was turning into a pretty usual sight.

Sitting down on the other side of the ring on his own in a tight closed off ball was Nijimura Josuke, sulking and looking more and more frustrated as he was once again only allowed to sit in the stands and watch.

There were actually quite a lot of exercises where he was separated from the group or simply not allowed to do. The other side of being ahead of us I guess, but for such a headstrong kid being denied his chance to show off must be torture; It was kind of sad really.

Well, it would be sad if it was not for how he has been dealing with his frustrations.

It was not that he spent his time going around and telling people to 'give me your lunch money' or something cliché like that.

But he was quick to pick a fight with anyone over anything or yelled and glare at people if they say anything he didn't like, but it was ok for him to say what he liked about others, most in the class are too intimated to stand up to him so he usually got away with what he wanted. The 'Boss' bully of the class so to speak.

I don't actually think he realises he was bullying, just a loud and headstrong personality with no-one to reel him in. but that might have just make it worst.

"The winner is!" Sensei yelled out a name as my attention was brought back to the present, It seemed that the match ended with one of the fighters falling out of the ring by accident. Not the greatest showing for a future super-ninja.

But what can you expect? It's been barely three weeks of training for most, what was a surprise was that we were sparing at all, you don't just learn a technique after one lesson, no matter how simple.

No, even the simplest of kicks and punches need time and practise for your body to learn and get comfortable with. Yet we were thrown into sparing matches from day one, I couldn't help but think the goal here was not to teach us, not yet anyway, but for us to get used to fighting.

The rest of the matches went by me in a bored blur, some were better than others, but it was hard to stay caring when you're not really invested in who wins.

I had taken Ayaka-san advice about not getting too friendly until I'd see what the cliques are going to be, but not for the reasons she would have wanted. I sighed as I look at the crowd around me, while I liked kids in a 'need to look after them' way or as little sibling figures, I just couldn't see this bunch as peers, in hanging out with them all day by choice.

I noticed that everyone was starting to get up and preparing to leave, so class must have been over for the day, academics was done in the morning while the physical stuff is in the afternoon, at this point we were free to go.

As I was heading home I noticed that Josuke was giving my direction a quick glare before he headed off the other way.


... sometime later...



"So hot," I groaned into my book: "'A Basic History of the Warring Clans Period: We Were the Good Guys' edition." I was slumped in my seat in the middle of the room. While it had gotten hotter this last week, I thought it was still chilly enough for my usual hoodie, a simple gray thing with a yin-yang on the breast. But I had miscalculated how much worse it would be after an hour or two in a room with over twenty people, and now I was dying.

As Hiraoka-sensei droned on, all I could do was sink lower in my desk. I couldn't even move to take the hoodie off since it would have drawn attention to me and this is one of the classes where I want the least attention.

"Saori-chan, could y-you continue from here?" asked Sensei. The 'extraordinarily-ordinary' girl herself stood up and began to read the chapter on the great food shortages of Stone, which had then led to the first recorded clashes between clans.

God, I hated this kind of class, what was the point? It wasn't like we learned more this way.

"Rokuro-kun could you g-go next?" Saori sat back down and Rokuro started his muttering.

See? If someone didn't speak up properly then no one could understand and then if someone wasn't following things with the book, they might miss something. The teacher should have just done it.

"Nanase-chan?"

And it was still so bloody hot, maybe I should have just pretended I was sick today. I could have spent my time right now drinking ice tea on the balcony at home instead of being here.

"Shou-kun."

"Crap." And here we were.

I stood up, lifted my book up to chest height and stared down at the page, waiting for the second it took for the words to start to take shape. Meanwhile, I was just trying to pretend that no one was looking at me so much. Luckily the wording in the book was pretty simple. Unluckily, trying to read and speak at the same time just makes everything harder.

"I-it was at this time…that, that the L-Leadr, Leader! Of the…Ne-ko-mara...? Clan d-decided to join with the Uchiha as…um, vessels? Subjects? Uh…" I eventually managed that much. But for the next five minutes or so I had to continue slowly and painfully muddling my way through about a page of the book as everyone, teacher and student alike watching and listening.

After I had taken twice as long to read a third as much of what the others had read, Sensei took pity on me.

"That was...g-good S-Shou-kun. You can sit down now. Could Aki-kun continue from here?" Sensei said this with a strained smile and a little sweat on his forehead. I did not know if both were just his usual self or from what just happened. I couldn't really tell or care right then.

I sat back down and, taking the chance now that hiding was pointless, ripped the hoodie off. This left me in my white t-shirt. Then I just huddled around my book and avoided looking around me.

That really shouldn't have bothered me. There was no reason to care what a bunch of kids think, but I still had that old feeling of shame. I untangled my fingers from the hood in my lap. I must have been fidgeting with it absentmindedly. A touchy subject will always be a touchy subject no matter the context.

In some ways, this was even worse now that I knew what it was like not to have to go through it regularly. Like a prisoner who had gotten used to things outside having to suddenly do another stay in the joint.

"It's not that bad," was the only thought I could muster in response, but sitting here I still felt trapped, embarrassed and frustrated. I wanted to leave or lash out, but that was childish and wouldn't make things better. Knowing that about myself and my own responses just made me feel more frustrated and trapped and not knowing what to do about it.

I thought about a conversation I had with Ayaka-san recently.

This conversation took place in the middle of last weekend during our personal training time. Just about when I started getting the hang of the theory behind the 'art of conversation', even if my application was not exactly masterful.

"It's an important thing to remember Shou-chan," Ayaka says, lounging on the other side of the table from me, once again in that kimono she prefers to wear when not in her uniform. "It's going to be impossible to be in a good mood every day, and going to be even more impossible to like or even stand every client or target."

"But whether or not you're in the mood will never matter during a mission. So no excuses, Shou-chan, you hear me?" She gives me a faux-angry look and little smile Nr. 3 as she says this. This one was a little less cheery than some of her more common picks, and a little more serious. "You're just going to have to change your mood or your opinion on someone, by force if necessary."

I actually give her a bit of a look when she says that last part.

"Uh, mother?" I let a bit of confusion leak into my voice. "I don't think most people can just change how they think or feel just like that, they're kind of, well, how someone thinks and feels."

"Oh no," she chirps. She kind of perks up as the conversation changes topics. Nr. 3 to Nr. 11. "It's really easy! Look I'll show you." She starts to lean in and smile a bit wider. Nr. 11, 1st variation. Like music, the score doesn't change between performances. "The first thing you do..."

Breathe slowly in, then breathe out.

Imagine yourself floating in a void with nothing but darkness around you.

Now imagine in front of you a dot of light; it slowly widens into a circular hole in the darkness just in front of you.

Then take all of the frustration, the shame, the heat and the anxiety as physical things that slowly gather into a ball in your hand.

finally simply drop the ball into the hole and watch it and the hole suddenly disappear.

Breathe in, breathe out.

"Now where was I?" I relaxed back into my seat and go back to listening to the class, my problems now out of mind.




History class ended soon after, and we started on something a little bit more stimulating: chakra theory.

We started by moving all the desks and chairs into one corner and then we all gathered into a circle around a crossed legged Sensei sitting in the middle.

As I sat myself down and crossed my legs like everyone else, the boy on my left passed me one of the marble shaped crystals that we held in our hands as we tried to feel out our chakra. These little marbles lit up when in contact with even the slightest concentration of chakra above some sort of the baseline.

The exercise we were currently on was the first step past the basic exercises they showed us to bring out our physical and mental energy. After that we combined them to form chakra, and then pushed that chakra to our hands. A task easier said than done, as only two of the students other then Josuke had ever managed it, but had not yet repeated the feat.

Mostly we sat and meditated while contemplating our navels. No, seriously, chakra was supposed to gather there.

Not that I minded the practise. While in the past I had always found things like meditation as being too boring when there are other things to do, like TV or the Internet, the slower-paced and easygoing nature of my new home let me start to appreciate the practice.

Though the bad part of being alone with your thoughts was that you have to start thinking about things, like what exactly "Fujimori Shou" would do with his new lease on life. I mean obviously, I'm going to be a shinobi, and it will be smart to train hard, since it is a high-risk job, but it's not like I have to worry about some big problem over the horizon. Waterfall didn't even participate in the Fourth Shinobi War so I can avoid that mess altogether.

I kind of feel like I had no real reason to be here or any overreaching goal I was meant to achieve. Just pointlessly floating in the stream and going with the flow.

But then again isn't that how it is for most people? Especially those as young as I am? Surely it's ok to wait a bit longer in finding a purpose.

As I was self-justifying...whatever it was that I was trying to rationalise, I continued to try to feel out my own body, my own soul, but I honestly didn't know if I made any progress or not. Sometimes I think I got something, but whenever I tried to bring that feeling towards my hands, it ended up being nothing.

I very carefully opened one of my eyes to have a peak around at everyone else to see how they doing.

Like me, most of the class were getting no reaction out of the marbles. Some were squinting and red-faced as they tried their hardest to get a reaction, while others including Saori and Rokuro were trying their best to stay relaxed, but the occasional twitch or shuffle would betray them.

Josuke, unlike everyone else our age, was slumped over, and it was hard to tell whether he was about to fall asleep or already napping. That only made infuriating the fact that his marble shone brightly and steadily, or would be if I wasn't damping my emotions.

Then there was Sensei.

Not only were the six marbles in his hands glowing, they were also floating as if suspended on strings, all while he kept still every single muscle to the point that it was hard to tell if he was even breathing. At that moment, if someone had told me that Hiraoka Takeo was a sage, I would have believed them.

Suddenly Sensei's eyes open and look directly at me with a raised eyebrow. I ducked my face a little, but took the hint and got back to work.

One or two minutes later, I felt something new. A sort of ember of warm and tingling right near my stomach, different, more real feeling than any other false impression I had had before. As if there was an actual physical presence to this ember, like the weight of a hot meal.

Cautiously I tried to move the ember towards my hands. It didn't fight me, really, but did not go exactly where I wanted it to, like pulling a ball by a string across rough ground. It wandered slowly up my left arm and into the palm of my hand.

I quickly looked down at the marble, and my heart began to race. For just a second the marble began to flicker and sputter, a coal covered in ashes. Then it died.

It was a second, but it was real.

I looked up and once again met the eyes of sensei. This time he had a big grin on his face, one that couldn't be mistaken as anything but full of pride and congratulations.

And as I look back down at the marble, for just a few minutes, all the frustrations of my reading difficulties, the shame of being different in a bad way, and the worries I've not been doing anything with this new life? They all completely disappear, replaced by feelings of pride, accomplishment, and, above all, wonder.

Thanks for reading

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

So thanks to almostinsane for editing and Cezyou for looking over the plot with me. Edited

Don't own Naruto

"So I think the first thing we should do is look for a place to hid and rest," Saori said in a supremely authoritative voice, the commandment given.

"Hmm, what about food? Shouldn't we get that first?" I said in response. I knew it was not the right answer, but that is not the point. Correcting me will help build her confidence in her idea and expand on it.

"No, what is the point of hunting if we have nowhere to cook? Plus, we would need somewhere to meet if we split up and we don't know what condition we will be in if we are injured. Then we will need to stop and patch ourselves up." It seems to have worked, as she moves from 'what we should do' to 'why' we should do it. Saori seems happy with her 'genius' deduction. It's adorable.

Still, there is one thing to do before we move on.

"What do you think Rokuro-Kun?" I asked the quiet boy. It's actually fairly rare for quiet people to not take part in a conversation because they don't what to. It's more likely for them to just be too intimidated, so I need to get him going from the beginning if I want him to stay involved when the actual arguing starts.

"Oh umm..." Rokuro starts as he looks at us, thinking. "I think Saori-chan is right, but maybe we should remember to set up defences before we start making camp? So we don't get ambushed in the place we were meant to be hiding in."

"Ok, that makes sense. Let's go with that," was my simple reply, and with that Rokuro and Saori started writing down the first part of the plan while I copy them out of the corner of my eye, changing a word or two as I go.

Class this fine morning was split up into groups of three to work on problem-solving, my group was working on 'what to do if your team was cut off behind enemy lines?'

We got to pick our own groups, and it was no surprise that the two of them chose each other. Rokuro and Saori had been fast–friends since the first week, the more confident girl being an anchor for the socially awkward boy in the tumultous sea of the schoolyard, and he a…reliable follower?

What was a bit surprising was that they asked me to join them, as I don't really spend that much time talking to them, and I am not exactly known for being very… useful for the morning classes. But I guess the few times I've helped Rokuro out in practice must have endeared me to him a bit.

I'm still unbeaten, but it's getting a bit closer over the last 2 months.

"I mean it would be like leaving a footprint in the mud," I quickly corrected myself, changing my idiom to the local one.

"Oh yea, you might be right," Rokuro said as he considered things, running his hand through this black hair and tapping his pen on the table as he thought. "We could forage, but I don't know if it would be possible for three people to get enough food that way…"

"It would definitely work" Saori put one finger in the air as she explained like she was about to begin to lecture. "My aunt taught me loads of stuff about eatable berries and roots and stuff. This way, there is more food around you than most people think. There are even some plants that you can eat."

She then gave me a stern look before adding, "But don't eat any Wisteria's or their seeds Shou. They might be pretty, but they are poisonous."

"Really?" I said trying to hide my amusement. I already knew that fact. Actually, some of the family scrolls I've been reading indicate that 'look nice, but be poisonous' might be the closest thing to a family motto the Fujimori got. But the fact that she thinks that just because it's in my name that I would try to eat it made me worried about what exactly my classmates thought of me.

We continued back and forth like this for a while, writing out our plan as we go. I spent most of my part of it phrasing my ideas like questions, as I found from the institution that that's the best way to get kids to think things through. (I missed the Brats, needed to go see them soon.) It helped that as one of the 'slower kids', they didn't mind me asking like they would an adult doing it.

We eventually had our plan written out just before sensei asked us to hand it in and head outside for the evening lessons, saying we were in for something different today. Interested, I started speeding up as I got moving, Rokuro and Saori were quick to follow. Apparently we were 'hanging out' today.

We were not going to the sparring square today but instead were guided to the training fields, passing some Chunin working on some sort of group Jutsu in a large field; though by the look of it, it was in the early stages as two of the shinobi were yelling at each other and making gestures while the third was staring into an elaborate scroll, confused.

The group of students stopped two fields down from the trio in a much smaller field, more long than wide with targets in a line at one end and distance and angle markers all over the ground. Near the targets was a row of boxes as if waiting just for us, and standing over them was what I assume was today's teaching help.

As we got closer it looked like it was safe to say she was of the 'Been volunteered as punishment' type rather than 'choosing to volunteer' type. The first clue was the slightly thicker and more padded material of her vest from the standard. The big sign that we were looking at a Jounin, and all of those who had work with my class so far had obviously not wanted to be there. They were more often working with the older classes and seemed more into it with them, but I guess the first years were not yet worth their time.

Actually, we seemed to not be worth anyone's time yet. No one in the class had yet convinced any of the guest teachers to give one on one lessons or teach anything outside of the curriculum, Jounin or Chunin.

The other reason I assumed she was not here by choice might be a bit superficial, but well, she doesn't look the type.

The first thing you noticed about her was her choppy, shoulder-length green hair under a dark bandanna framing wide, deep purple eyes and a petite nose. Thin, well-glossed lips, this time a light purple, pulled up in a smug smirk in one corner. A ring pierced her lower lip, left of centre.

Then you got to her clothes. She was using the dark blue Jounin vest, three sizes too small (too big?), as a shirt, the zipper left fully open to show off a thick strip of cloth, wrapped tightly around her chest, the effect coming off as similar to a small armless Biker-vest over a tube-top. The point was to obviously show off her broad, well-developed arms and her impressive six-pack, managing to maintain that line between ripped and feminine.

Her lower body was covered by a pair of black cargo pants with two kunai pouches on both hips and a steel chain wrapped around her waist, the end of which lead up her back to where rested a larger than average kusarigama.

If it was not for the weapon, she would look more like a punk-rocker then a ninja.

Finally, there was the way she stood, stance wide and back straight with her arms crossed. You could feel the confidence radiating off this person.

"Alright brats, Hurry up and get in line. Move! Move! MOVE!" she yelled to the group, playfully rather than angrily thank God. The teaching methods of a pissed of Ninja are to be feared.

We all line up in front of her as she went about opening one of the boxes and began to speak.

"So maggots, I'm Eguchi Yuina and the bosses have decided that it's my job to teach you lot how to throw your first kunai, oh such a special occasion," she said, putting on a voice, the kind you think of when a proud mother talks of her child's first something or another before going back to a more natural drawl, "But first, I got to show you how to hold'em so you don't stab yourself instead of what you're supposed to stab."

So this was Eguchi Yuina, huh? In a small place like Taki, everyone tended to know almost everyone one else, at least by name, and the Jounin of the village were treated as minor, and sometimes major, celebrities. Eguchi-san was a little famous as Taki's current youngest Jounin, so she had to be something of a genius, but outside of that, you didn't hear that much about her in the gossip circles, at least the ones I eavesdropped on, which is weird. You'd think if someone got to the top at what, sixteen, Seventeen? You would hear things like 'the next Head Jounin' or 'future pillar of the village' or something. I wonder if there was a story hidden in there somewhere.

The next ten to fifteen minutes was taken up with her going over the do's and don't's of knife handling as I learned the universal truth of the multiverse: that no matter what dimension or world you are in, health and safety lectures will always follow, and they will always be boring no matter the content. After she was done, she showed us the most basic of throwing techniques and told us to grab fifty kunai, no more, pick a target, and stand at the first line marker. Then, if and when we hit a bullseye, we were supposed to take a step back and try again. We were told to leave the knives in the targets when we were done so Eguchi-san could judge our first attempts.

Rokuro, Saori and I ended up picking a spot at the end of the line and began to get to work, throwing one after another and mostly missing.

This was interesting. Just like with the lessons on chakra, weapon throwing was not something I had ever done before in either life or something I had any real knowledge on. I was on a completely even playing field with everyone in the class. I took one of the blades and held it loose in my hand, by the handle and not the blade like those knife throwers in circuses, stretched my arm across my body as I stood in the ready position, then flicked my arm forward like a whip and let the kunai go the moment the tip faced the target. The kunai flew through the air to the target and three-fourths of the way there it was looking good, but then the blade started to turn to the side before bouncing off the left side of the outer ring.

It was a completely even field, but it didn't look like I was very good at it, though as I looked at the others (Saori's also bouncing off of her target and Rokuro missing altogether), I'm not particularly bad either. So it went on like this: I would throw until I ran out of knives and then wait around for Eguchi-sensei to come and look at my work before telling me to gather all my used kunai to start again. She would look at the first two or three attempts before giving me a tip or correcting a mistake, then move on to the next student.

This process repeated countless times, with us being out here for more than two hours if I was to guess. The results… well, I can say that I was hitting the target most of the time by then, but whether or not the kunai would stick in or bounce off was still mostly up to chance, and the bullseyes I got were complete crapshoots where I had no idea how I got them. Eguchi-sensei eventually called for last rounds, to use up our Kunai and to not go and get any more. Some of the group were slowing down, trying to make every throw count. I had pretty much have finished up and had been watching Saori try her best. She seemed to have a bit more of a knack for it than myself, managing to hit the bullseye three times in this go, and with ten kunai left, she could actually get four.

She was working on her last one, tongue sticking out a little, when I noticed that yelling was happening behind me. Curious, I start walking over to where the noise was coming from.

Like usual, the source of the noise was Josuke standing in the centre of a group that was progressively getting larger as more and more students like myself gathered around to gawk and spectate. Unsurprisingly Josuke seemed to be in an argument with someone, scowling and leaning forward instinctively to use his large size to his advantage as he raised his voice. What was surprising was that the person arguing with him was the quiet Rokuro, the last person to get in a fight with anyone, so I could guess which side was starting things. I began to start hearing what they were saying as I got in range.

"Look, just give them to me man. It will be really cool, I promise," Josuke said with a bit of a whine.

"They're mine though. You had your own." Was the timid reply from Roukuro, not looking the bigger boy in the eye.

"But I ran out, and I'm not allowed to take them out again because sensei put them away." Josuke was starting to pout. "Come on, I know I can get three bullseyes in a row this time. Just give me three kunai, that's all." Josuke, unlike the smaller boy, had no problem staring someone else in the eye, hard.

Rokuro was all but shaking, but still was not looking like he was going to give them up. It's strange that this was the thing that Roukuro would not back down on over all the other times with the bigger boy. Its weird sometimes, the things that feel important at a time or place.

Still, I was 'friends' now with the small boy, so I decided I should go and give him a hand even though I don't really think Josuke would actually do anything. While he had gotten rough during his clashes before, it was only with some of the tougher boys who pushed first.

I walked up to the two and made a noise to get their attention, placing myself where I could move to stand between them if I wanted, but still off to the side. Rule one of stopping an argument: don't just butt in and just start talking, get their attention first.

"What do you want?" Josuke said as he turned to me. He looked disgruntled, more annoyed that I was there. "I'm just asking him to lend me some kunai."

Instead of answering I turned to Rokuro and looked at him with a question in my eye; Rule two: don't take a side before both have told you what they think. It's better to make it seem like you are impartial even when you are definitely not.

"They're mine," Roukro muttered.

Not the greatest way to present your case my friend, but well, he was six, and really, 'It's mine' has always been the core of most arguments in all of history.

"Look, Josuke," I tried to keep my voice easy as I started talking, "I get it, but Rokuro doesn't want to give you any of his, and it's his choice."

He scowled at me, his brow creasing like it tended to do when he got annoyed and looked like he was going to start pouting before he gave me a look and started to smile again.

"Then how about you give me some of yours, huh? I'm sure I can get it this time." He turned away from Roukro at this point, his full attention on me, the other boy forgotten.

"Sorry man, but I can't. Mine are..," I started to explain, but the other boy interrupted, walking up to me and standing close, partially nose to nose. He was a little taller, but by almost nothing. We had an even eye level.

"Come on man, just three. Let's make it interesting! We will fight over it: the winner gets the kunai, it will be fun," he started smiling widely at his idea, as if I was already sold on this path, and started rolling his shoulders and bouncing up and down to loosen up. I could only blink in confusion at the leap of logic.

"I don't think that will work Josuke-kun," 'smile,' I told myself, 'don't show how annoyed you're getting Shou.' If you start frowning or showing anger, this absolutely will turn into a fight, so keep the smile up.

"Mine have already been put away too, plus I don't think the sensei will be very happy with us if we started fighting."

"Ya right," Josuke scoffed. "You're just scared that you might lose. Don't you want to know who would win too?" he started standing in a ready stance, a basic thing, arms up, knees bent, "Winner will get to say that they are definitely the strongest in class." No mention of kunai anymore, what was important had shifted.

I am frowning now. There was no point staying friendly and trying to de-escalate when a fight was what the other side wanted. It was best to just disengage, "I am not fighting you Josuke," I stared him in the eye as I said this, letting him know that I was not cowering, just making my choice. "Now how about leaving us alone. Come on Roukro, let's finish up." And with that I just turned around, ending the conversation.

"Hey! Get back here" from his voice, I could tell that my walking away surprised him, "Don't be a chicken. Well, are you a chicken brrk, brroock, broock, brk-ooock!"

"Ah" I thought with mild amusement, 'The greatest insult a child could make, sound effects include.'

Sadly for him, I was well beyond something as silly as that upsetting me, and my only response was to glance at him, chuckling at him a little as I shook my head. He spluttered at my response, going red in anger now.

I was done with this. But the next thing he said stopped me, a darker tone in his voice.

"Are you sure you don't want to fight? Isn't punching things the only thing you're good for?" was what he said. I turned back around to stare at him. I could see him start smiling again as he saw my face, having gotten a response. "Ya that's right, we all know how you do in classes where a guy needs his head. If you're not going to fight, then what good are you?"

Breath in, Breath out.

I tried my best to calm down, to not let what he said get to me. He was just a frustrated brat and getting into it with him wouldn't get me anything. So I just forced myself back around again, but before I turned I couldn't stop myself letting something slip out, childish as it might be.

"At least people can stand being around me, unlike some people." And with that I just walked away. Pointless and stupid I know, but I did feel better. 'Now what should I do?' I asked myself. 'Maybe I can go back to Roukro, I might be able to use this to cement his good opinion of me, or maybe I should just leave and head ho….'

Pain.

The side of my head burst into fire as I felt myself get blown off my feet, my vision swimming as I rolled across the ground. I still had enough sense to force myself to bounce back to my feet as fast as possible and to get into a fighting stance facing to where the attack came from. Standing there a bit blurry in his own fighting stance was Josuke, a scowl on his face and true anger, not one his usual temper tantrums, radiating off of him as he started moving closer.

A bit panicked from the turn of events and head fuzzy from the hit, I followed my instincts as I slipped forward with a set of quick light jabs with my lead hand to scare him back and keep him out of attacking range. He still inched forward as he either used his forearms to defend himself by swatting my hand to deflect it rather than block, or by swaying his head back or to the side when he mistimed it. Still even if I was not making contact, my attacks had slowed his invasion of my space.

I continued my offense, throwing in a kicks and right punches whenever he dodged past my jabs or to just keep him guessing as I started to fall back step by step, taking advantage of the fact that there was no ring or boundary to help me keep the distance between us to give my head time to clear. The fact that I had longer limbs meant that I could attack just a little bit before he could send something back was a godsend. Still, the fact that he was visibly getting better at dodging or blocking my strikes and his eyes were clear and thinking about something worried me.

But this is fine, my heads clearing and I think I can keep this going, the teachers should come and stop us soon, just have to keep calm and…

My right fist hits, or should I say Josuke lets my straight hit, I could see his considering look as he chooses to grit his teeth and let my hit past his guard. The attack slams into the side of his jaw and stops dead, my knuckles feeling like I smacked a bag of gravel. The moment stretch, then Josuke smirks and charges forward.

I backpedaled. He definitely was not 'moving faster than the eye could see' or some crap like that, but it was much faster than anything I had ever had to deal with up to now, and before I could comprehend what was happening, he was in my guard and readying something.

Remembering what his first punch did from before I went from a bit panicked to a little scare. While he was not trying to really hurt me, a concussion or broken bones was an accident away, so I let instincts take over again and jumped forward, pressing against him while looping both hands around the outside of the Josuke's shoulders before scooping back under the forearms to grasp his arms tightly against his own body and lean into him. Finally I hooked a leg around one of his to help stop any kicking.

A clinch is one of the most desperate and ugly moves in boxing, and also the single best and most used survival technique in a pinch. By pinning their limbs and staying close, you rob their attacks of momentum and good angles and therefore force, the difference between 'pain' and 'damage'. It wasn't something I would do if weapons were involved, but I decided it would give me some breathing room and time to think of a…

I grunted in agony as he started putting small, fast, textbook punches into my stomach from his tied up position. Each punch feeling like getting hit was a small hammer, I tried to hold on, but I felt the bruises starting to develop. Any more of this and I'd have started to lose feeling. The moment his leg escaped, I could have been out there and then.

Luckily this was not a match, so I could play a little dirty.

I quickly reached down with both hands to grab the back of Josuke's shirt, then pulled it over his head and face, blinding him a little and using it as a leverage to pull his head and neck to the side and throw him off balance. I heard him make a muffled shout of surprise, the first sign from him that things were not going his way. For a moment stopped in indecision, something that should have been beaten out of him like the rest of us in class if only he had been allowed to participate.

I did not hesitant in punishing him for this moment and performed an act rare for me: I took things to the ground.

I moved around to his back and wrapped my hands around his left arm before kicking my legs up and wrapping them around his neck and torso, then using my weight, I pulled him onto the ground and on top of me. With a quick bit of adjusting and hyper-extending of the elbow joint of the arm, I had him in a pretty standard armbar.

Now, this was the point where I should have won. Position, angle, and leverage was all on my side, and he was still a little blinded by his shirt on top of that.

But chakra is capital b, Bullshit.

"Oh, come on," I muttered to myself as I struggled with his arm, not quite able to extend it to the point of hurting, as my legs shook from the effort of keeping the rest of him down. Josuke yelled and huffed behind the fabric as he struggled for all he was worth. Then the ridiculous happened: he got his free arm, badly angled, behind his back, and the six-year proceeded to push himself one handed back into a seated position with me still hanging on.

Josuke gave one more yell as he raised me up before slamming me back down into the ground. My left shoulder hit the earth first and went numb, and I let go and tried to roll away.

Luckily Josuke was thinking the same thing and scrambled away, getting distance and putting his shirt back to where it should be. At least he was breathing a bit hard now, thought the big happy smile on his face was pissing me off. I, on the other hand, slowly brought myself back to my feet, the side of my head, my stomach and chest, and now my arm aching. I was not smiling.

No wonder a bunch of twelve-year-olds were expected to be able to take on a large group of bandits with no problems if this was the difference even the most basic use of chakra channeling gave you. It was taking everything I had to not get pummeled into the ground, and Josuke looked like he had barely started. I needed to think of a way to end this fast or just give up.

'Actually, why had I not given up yet?' Was my main thought as we started circling each other, both preparing ourselves to jump back into the fight, 'It's not like I am getting or losing anything from this, and yet now I can't bring myself to just… quit.'

Maybe I was too angry at him for starting this in the first place, or maybe the adrenaline was kicking in, but that didn't sound right to me.

Maybe it was that because this was the first interesting thing, the first conflict, to happen to me for a while. Taki was a beautiful place, but not much happened on a day to day basis. Good or bad, this little scrape had added some spice to life, and at that thought a small begrudging smirk wormed its way onto my face.

"Still," I think to myself "doesn't really matter if I'm going to lose anyway." Josuke was the first to lose patience as he starts moving in, though not in a bull rush this time.

So I needed to think of a way to win this and fast. My left arm was working but it was not going to have any strength in it for a while. I was just going to have to defend with it for now, "Or maybe" a thought crossed my mind. It was stupid, but what else could I do?

I held my ground as he got ready to attack, my left arm slack and hanging as if I couldn't move it, along with my right arm up and ready as I started to concentrate.

Over the last few months, we had been working regularly on chakra in class and just about everyone could feel it and move it a little. It was the same for me. It was hard, and I could only do a little, but I decided it would be enough for this.

The energy, the small warm embers from before slowly but more purposely now, moved from my navel and up my arm and rests into my left fist, strengthening, hardening, empowering and, most importantly, waiting to be used. That fist-full was about it for what I can do right now in a fight, however.

Just as he was about to get into range to attack me, I stepped in hard and raised my 'good' fist up as if to attack. Josuke saw this and tensed up, about to throw his only strike. I just needed the timing now.

This strategy was completely dependent on one assumption: that Josuke's technical skill was much higher than his experience.

Experience should have told him that it was proven that the difference in physical ability between us was not even funny. It didn't matter how he attacked as he would not only get past my defence, but also might break whatever it was I used to defend myself. Trying to guess what he would do in this situation would be too risky a gamble when he could do anything.

But on a technical level, the left-side defence of my upper body was down and the side of my head was open, so if he let his training take over, then the 'right' answer to my move was…

There! His right hand came up and around, bending in a horizontal arc towards my head as he twisted at the hips and stepped into the blow. A pure power hit.

My chakra infused arm shot up, as I leant to the inside of his strike and threw a slightly arced left punch with everything I had into his shocked face. My Counter-strike hit dead on, and his head blew back, as he began to fall.

Not that I had time to care, as I messed up. The reason my strike was arched a little was to catch the inside of his arm with the outside of mine to kill the punch, but I didn't raise my arm up enough and his fist was still on its merry way to my nose. I had time for one though.

"Shit"

Everything went black.

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

Tick, tock.

The silence stretched on as the three of us sat in the room, the clock the only constant source of sound.

Tick, tock.

It's not that we were banned from talking despite it being a detention. it's just that Sensei was more interested in going over his paperwork and was still a bit annoyed, and to say things were awkward between me and Josuke was an understatement.

After I was knocked out I had been woken by a combination of one of the Chunin from before using the mystic hand technique on me, a splitting headache and the sound of Hiraoka-sensei yelling his head off. The last one was so surprising and new that I had to turn over and look despite the pain concentrated in my everything.

He was a few meters away and was laying into Eguchi-sensei, no stutter or timid body language then, he was standing tall and looming, his voice was clear and angry, and his expression terrible. That Eguchi-sensei stood there with an amused smile and no fear was amazing in its own way.

I didn't really remember what he said, concussions do that, but I do remember that at one point she replied to one of his questions with a teasing "but why would I, isn't that how boys are supposed to solve their problems?" she must have seen something in his face at her question because she then did the ninja vision of 'legging it' as he screamed something unintelligible after her. Then he rounded on me and Josuke who was sitting not far away on the ground with a black eye.

Tick, tock.

I shivered in my seat at the memory of the tongue lashing and then immediately regretted the motion as pain shot through me, part of the punishment was that only the concussion was looked at, I had to live with the rest of the damage.

I then looked down at the table in front of me and frowned at all the completed homework, everything that I could have done on my own was finished. All that was left was to drum my fingers on the table and look around the room in boredom. That the room I was in happened to be the same one I sit in every day, just darker now, just added to the problem that was boredom.

Tick, tock.

"Psshh, hey, Shou!" that was the loudest whisper I had ever heard, I'm impressed. I turned to look at Josuke who was leaning over from his spot next to me, hand even cupped around his mouth and shooting glances to make sure sensei was not looking.

"Ya?" was my simple reply as I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, not bothering to whisper back, sensei will know if we talked or not, no point making a big deal of it.

"look, well… ahm…see…" he just kind of trailed off and frowns down at the table in front of him and fidgeted in his seat in frustration, wanting to say something but not able or knowing how to say it.

I turned to face the other boy fully this time and looked at him properly, and for the first time I had known him, he was not able to meet someone's gaze. glancing down or away whenever our eyes meet, the usually proud and boisterous boy looking awkward and uncomfortable in his chair as I watched him.

"what are you doing you arse?" I gave out to myself, and with a deep breath, I went about doing what a fucking decent adult should have done hours ago instead of waiting for the child to make the first steps.

"…sorry," I said before adding "shouldn't have said that thing about people not liking you, was not right."

"Ya, the same." He said as he relaxed, not having to start things, "shouldn't have said that thing, was just trying to get you to react," he then took on a sheepish expression as he started to scratch the back of orange haired head, cut short at the top and shaved at the sides, and then went on, "and I should of not sucker punched you, really unmanly, should of make you turn around first! Sorry." He was sporting a goofy grin now.

So that was what getting an eye twitch felt like, it was uncomfortable.

"I'm pretty sure no one should have punched anyone at all, it's why" I stopped to give a little wave around "we are here now."

"pfft" Josuke just gave a little laugh at that, "Oh, come on. You were having fun too, I saw you smiling at some point, I know it." he leant back in his chair and blow out a breath, "besides, it was awesome! And you won, so why are you complaining?"

At that remark, I looked over to the far wall of the room where there was a large mirror sitting on one of the wall shelves. On it was my image. except unlike my usual hairstyle of down to the ears with the fringe swept over to the right, I now spotted an extra curve on one side were a massive bump had developed. Though that had nothing on the side of my face which was one big inflamed bruise, one of my light brown eyes swollen half shut. And that's not even getting into the rotten fruit impression my body was probably doing under my clothes. then I looked at the other boy and his perfectly fine condition if you ignore the black shiner that was under his right eye.

I just gave him a deadpan stare as I asked. "did I even knock you out at the end?"

"Ah, well… no." he laughed nervously, "you made me a little dizzy though, besides! you were at a disadvantage, so It was like...," he looked like he was physically struggling to put his thoughts into words, "I won the fight, but, uh, you won at being tough? cool? Something." He nodded to himself as if that made perfect sense, or really, any sense, "if you could use your chakra properly you would have won, so you kind of did."

I… actually wasn't sure about that. I made a lot of mistakes in that fight looking back, and the only things Josuke did wrong was more about inexperience then lesser ability. If things were more even I would not have been as desperate to jump on those moments he gave me, and he might have been less aggressive, It would have been an entirely different fight.

No point saying that here, would just lead to that silly 'no you won, no you did' argument. So, I just smile. "let's just call it a draw for now? Winer of next time gets to decide who won."

"Cool!... but don't do that shirt thing, that was not manly."

"Don't wear baggy clothes then." I teased him, then raised my arm showing the seal of recognition. "how about we do this properly, names Fujimori Shou, good fight."

He beamed, "Nijimura Josuke, Good fight." We then lapsed into a more comfortable silence, though one that did not last long.

"Hey, Shou?"

"Yes, Josuke?"

"When are we allowed to leave?"

"Probably when Sensei is done with his paperwork."

"Oh, ok." he looked at sensei's desk and then back at me.

"Hey, Shou?"

"Hmm?"

"That's a lot of paperwork."

"Yep." I replied, popping the 'p'.

It had gotten dark by the time we were let out, but with all the cliff walls and the canopy, it was probably not as late as it felt. We spent the time making small talk. first about the fight, then class, then just every random thing, I start getting to know little things about him, Josuke's favourite colour was blue, he was surprisingly insightful about some things in an 'make things simple' way, and seems to judge things on how 'manly' or 'cool' they are, with his dad being the coolest and most manly guy around.

My apartment was in the same part of the village as the Nijimura clan grounds so we head off in the same direction.

We talked on the way back too.

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

"Hey Shou-Kun, can you pass the glue?"

"Ya, sure Tetsuo-kun, hey Saori-chan! Where're the paintbrushes?"

"I think Taura-chan had them last. I'll go ask her." She then got up from our table to go and talk to the other girl at the other end of the room. While I waited for her I went back to trying to force the mould I was working with to keep the right shape. Tetsuo, a purple-hair kid with a big nose who was sitting next to me was trying to get his origami crane just right, though I wondered if I should have told him it doesn't count if you were glueing it together.

Morning classes that day was arts and crafts, and if you're wondering what secret ninja reason we were doing such a task, it's simple. We're kids, and the teachers were letting us have a bit of fun. Not to say that an artistic talent could not have its uses in this profession. But Hiraoka-sensei was not grading us, so it probably does not matter. Which is good, I thought as my attempt at a pot falls apart in my hands again, because I sucked at this.

"What do you mean there's no blue left? Huh!" I looked over to the noise on my right to see Josuke standing up from his chair on the other side of Tetsuo in front of another kid. He seemed to be about to start yelling, the other kid looking nervous.

With a bored sigh, I leant over behind Tetsuo towards Jouske and then slapped him in the back of his head.

"Ow, Shou! What was that for?" He glared at me, rubbing the back of his head

"Stop picking fights and get back to your painting already," I said as I gave him a flat look.

Instead of an answer he just punched me hard in the arm, I ignored it and he moved back to his seat and started working on his project again, muttering an "not picking fights" and pouting a little.

That had become a common scene over the last year of our friendship. He's a good guy, but he can get riled up over the littlest things, so I had to calm him down or distract him when he acts up.

In all honesty hanging out together in class had done wonders for both of us. With me there to reel him in the others in the class had gotten a lot less nervous around him, he even started to make more friends and hang out with people. He's a lot happier since those early days which in turn made his little outbursts less common, which again makes the others better inclined to him.

And with him there I had someone who can and was happy to draw all the attention in the room to himself, allowing me to blend into the background. I can get cranky or fed up with people if not given my space, and he's usually good at getting me back into things, … or at least can take all the attention when I want a break.

Also, he's just a good guy, and a bit of a dork.

I still remember the day I explained to him that the way he was acting could have been seen as bullying. Not only was he shocked, but the next day he spent the whole morning running around apologising to everyone individually, formal bow and everything. It took everything I had to not laugh at the sural sight of the little delinquent running around like a headless chicken, yelling, "sorry!"

And he really did look like what a stereotypically Japanese delinquent was thought to look like back in the old world, the short buzzed cut at the sides hair, a thick short jacket over a white T-shirt and wide Bontan pants (not that different to parachute pants, maybe a little less exaggerated), he looked like he was made to become the main character of a street gang drama.

Saori came back around the time that I had finally got the clay to stay in the right shape and was placed off to the side to dry. She passed me the paintbrush before going back to her own work. Saori, well, to be honest, she had somehow become even more average looking as she grows. A little short for her age, petite face and nose and straight black hair that run down to her upper-back in a ponytail.

Everyone at the table worked in silence for the next while, Josuke painting a picture of his own shoe, Saori doing some knitting thing, I starting to paint the pot I was making, and Tetsuo seemed to have moved up to gluing different pieces of origami together to make one bigger piece of art, though I couldn't tell what it was supposed to be at that point.

Then one of the other tables started getting a lot noisier. Turning in my seat to look over I saw an interesting sight.

Taura, the red hair girl that Saori was friends with was holding up an origami swan in the palm of her hands for everyone to see. What was interesting was that its wings were moving on its own as if it was alive. Standing up above it with his hands up in the air, his fingers moving as if performing a puppet show was Rokuro. Red from the embarrassment of everyone looking at him, but still smiling.

Unlike Saori, Rokuro had gotten a fair bit bigger, if still shorter than guys like me and Jouske. He had grown his brown hair out into a short dog-tail with his bangs framing his face. Two months ago he started to wear glasses. Clothes wise he was wearing and long green jumper and shorts combo.

"Are those Chakra strings?" I was honestly a bit shocked. While I know that once he figured out how to summon up his Chakra, he had started shooting ahead of the class; it was still amazing to see a skill being used that was supposed to be way above our level.

Saori and Josuke had made their way over there and joined the crowd watching the moving swan, one a little more loudly than the other, and the other showering her friend in praise. I decided to stay back and watch from where I was sitting and just observe everyone.

Moments like these were nice, where nothing is really happening but everyone is enjoying themselves. Precious memories or something like that. everyone in this room will grow up as mercenaries, killers, etc. But right now, they're just kids, and everyone was simply happy.

It was turning out to be a good day.

After a few minutes, I decided that I've had enough and that my pot won't paint itself. So I turned back to the table and what I see strikes me dumbfounded, mouth open in shock.

The whole table had been conquered by a Dragon. A paper eastern Dragon wide enough that its tail is circling the whole length of the table twice, thick enough in the middle to fit my torso and tall enough to tower over even Sensei. It's great snarling mouth wide open in front of me as if to roast me live or swallow me whole. I must admit I almost shat myself.

Off to the side was Tetsuo, just standing there with his hands on his hips, a smug proud smile on his face. The type you had after a hard day's work.

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

My forearm blocked the high strike with ease, but my opponent quickly dropped low, using simple speed to follow up with a sweeping kick to my legs that caught my shins and sent me tumbling.

I pushed myself off the ground and into the air, thanks to chakra, when she jumped on me, turning the fight into a mid-air grapple. We both twisted and turned, striking and pulling as we fell. Just before we hit the ground she managed to snake her way around my back and hooked her legs around my torso, and then with her left arm around my neck she grasped her other bicep to lock the hold into place. When we hit the ground, I tried to wiggle my way out, or at least force my hand in between her hold and my neck. But she tightened the muscles controlling her elbow to create lateral pressure and my vision started to fade and go blotchy.

I struggled for a second or three but it just was not happening, so I gave in and started to tap on her arm and yell out "I give, I give!" Or, well, I had tried to say that, but it became more of an "Ig-awk! Ig-awk!" sound.

"Winner, Makioka Saori!" was the sound of Hiraoka-sensei confirming things with a smile in his voice, though it was hardly heard over the sound of the other students yelling happily and the clapping.

"Yahoo!" Saori jumped up and down in excitement and did this little taunt/dance thing. "Yes! Yes! Suck it, Shou!"

"S-Saori-chan! Language."

"Sorry Sensei! Woo!"

What? Am I a villain or something?

I got up off the ground and dusted myself off. We were back in the ring just outside of the classroom. Around this time of year it was starting to get a bit chilly, though not a lot; the weather doesn't change much in a place so sheltered. I moved to the centre and made the sign of reconciliation, giving her a smile to let her know that I wouldn't be a brat about the fact that she had finally beat me.

As Sensei called the next two students up we moved back to our places at the side, Saori with her own little group and me over to where Josuke sat cross legged. The little jerk was giving me a smirk and a look that all but said 'nan nan, you got beat up by a girl'.

I just rolled my eyes at him as I plopped down beside him with a grunt. "Laugh it up, it'll just be funnier when she gets you." I told him. He just scoffed.

"No way, she only got one against you, and you barely ever win anymore." He scratched his nose and tilted his head up as he looked down his nose at me "Face it, I'm just the best. It'd be easier if everyone just bowed down now and accepted it." If I didn't know he was joking, I would have smacked him right there. Teaching him how to taunt people properly was a mistake.

It had been about a month since everyone in the class started being able to circulate their chakra around their bodies well enough to be added to the sparring lessons, so now Josuke finally had joined us, to his absolute joy and everyone else's pain and minor misery.

If I were to start and keep a tally since Josuke had started playing the game, then the score would be 9 to 14 for me against Josuke, and now 8 to 1 for me against Saori. No one else was really in the running at this point, but I could see that changing in time, for those with aptitude and talent, if not genius, starting to pull away from the crowd.

And that's the thing, isn't it? I started thinking about it with a small frown as I laid back onto my elbows as I watched the next fight. Two of the more middle ranking fighters took their spots in the ring. There was a difference between a little ability and real talent.

It did not take Josuke long to start dominating in our fights, it's not just understanding and learning techniques faster, or just not performing as many mistakes as he did in the beginning, or a secret super style (his Clan does have their own, but is not something crazy like the Gentle fist). There's an instinct: reacting faster, moving faster, and coming to conclusions faster. Saori is the same, if not to the same extent. Fighting geniuses.

I'm… well, like the other ones, the guys who are good. Just with a head start.

Not like it should have been a surprise: it was the same as before. I was good at boxing, everyone said so, and my match record proved it. Won more than a few amateur-tournaments. And that meant something different in boxing than in a lot of other contact sports, as you need to have an amateur license, where I was from at least.

But the words 'going pro' was never brought up, and I never expected them to be, and by the time I was in my third year in university I had just kind of stopped, and was happy with how things went. I had gotten what I expected out of it and did not see the point in pushing further when I had more important things to think about.

But here I had started thinking things were different. I had begun to develop a pride in being the best at Taijutsu in my age group, and it stung a little to know that it was misplaced pride. Could I push through it? Go the 'Rock Lee' route? Maybe, but while I wasn't bad at it like Lee was (is? will be?) I also don't have a Might Guy to help me out. Trying to focus on being a Taijutsu expert could be a lot of work for less of a great return.

I sat up to give myself a mental shakedown.

What was with the depressing thoughts? Getting all mopey just because things weren't the way I wanted them to be? I was still good at Taijutsu, and if anything I should be relieved that my classmates had shown me that I wasn't as good as I'd thought. Unlike before with boxing, I couldn't just go and see how it works out and then quit when I stopped seeing any progress. If I had gone out into the Ninja world with an inflated opinion of my skill, it could have lead to a 'game over'.

'No,' I said to myself, nodding, 'I'll keep on working to improve my Taijutsu, but I will need to look elsewhere, or multiple elsewhere's, to find my edge… now I just need to figure out where to look.'

"Oy, Shou?" I blinked as I started paying attention to my surroundings again, to see Josuke crouching in front of me, waving his hand in front of my face. "You're being weird again, did ya hear what I said?"

"Sorry," I replied, "what was it?"

"I said, my dad got you and your mum a spot next to us for the thing later today." He looked at me as he said this, waiting for a look of surprise at the good news. A bit late, since for this type of thing there is always a formal letter sent before hand. If I had to put a name on Ayaka's smile that day after finding out that a major clan head had saved a spot for us next to his own family, it would have been something like Nr. 18, variation 2. A little wider on the lips, a little more stretched around the eyes. Teeth. add a little hop to her movements and it was the closest I have ever seen her to ecstatic.

Still, even if I already knew, that didn't mean I wouldn't play along. That's not the point to these things. I smiled widely as I spoke, trying for something like Nr. 12, "Really? That's great, might be a bit more fun this time then, and we can head out to the stalls after." I wasn't really lying, anyway. The best part of those things honestly was all the great food ready to eat. You really learned to appreciate fast food and desserts when you live in a world without modern service-based economics.

"Ya, we can try out the games too," Josuke continued as the last spar just finished. It was a knock-out by flying kick; the fights had gotten a lot more dramatic now that we could decide to ignore physics. "I want to try for the high score in the ring toss, they don't let you do it after your second year at the academy. It's unfair or something."

"More like they can't make money off kids who can hit a bullseye every time," I snarked back, and we shared a grin at the thought of some poor vendor forced to give all his prizes to a bunch of ninja-in-training.

Josuke leapt back to his feet when everyone started to leave "Do you want to head over now?" he questioned me, "Some of them might already be set up."

I thought about it as I was getting myself ready to go, before shaking my head. "Sorry," I said, and meant it, "but Mum wants me to start evening training early today. so we have time to get ready, so I am heading home."

"No problem man. See you tonight." He offered his fist.

"Ya, see you." We bumped fists and then headed off: him to the lake to look around and me home. The air was crisp and the leaves on the trees were starting to brown.

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

I made my way to the door that enters the living room of our small apartment. I was in my best formal black kimono and hakama and my steps were smooth and unhurried before setting down at the table and placed the Mizusashi (a lidded container for freshwater) in front of me. Ayaka was seated at the table, wearing a beautiful and elaborate red Kimono that was displaying a natural scene of a forest in the middle of fall. While I did not ignore her, I didn't address her either, It was not appropriate at that point.

"First step: Bringing in the utensils"

"I would like to serve you a bowl of tea," I clearly and evenly announced, indicating that I was going start the ceremony before walking into the room and placing the Mizusashi next to the Furo (portable hearth) that is on the table. Once again I walked out of the door and came back carrying the tea bowls (Chawan) and the container for the powdered matcha tea(Natsume). Chawan was held in the left hand and the Natsume in the right hand with my palm on top and fingers in front. I placed the Chawan and Natsume simultaneously in front of the Mizusashi. The Chawan contained the bamboo whisk (Chasen) and tea scoops (Chashaku). I repeated the journey one last time for the incense and the water ladle (hishaku) and lid rest (futa-oki). They were carried into the room with my left hand. (Ayaka had threatened to break my right if I ever made the mistake of using it again.)

This was the point where the process of closing the sliding door would have started, but as we didn't have one of those, I was allowed to skip it.

Sitting down in the middle of the table before the furo, I placed the kensui beside it. Still with just my left hand, I lifted the hishaku and the futa-oki was taken from the kensui with my right hand. Bringing the Hishaku up to my chest and then turning it up so that I could see into the cup of the ladle, I held it with my thumb on top under the fushi (nodule). I took the futa-oki from the kensui and placed it left of the furo with the right hand and placed the Hishaku on top of it. The handle of the hishaku was between my knees. I stifled the sigh of relief I had wanted to let out then: no mistakes so far.

"Step Two: The Greeting."

For the first time since starting, I directly looked at the other person in the room. Ayaka looked back at me with calm eyes, though her usual smile was not present. Instead she wore a stern formal look. I greeted her with a bow and she silently bowed in return.

This was the moment in the ceremony where I was allowed a moment to ready myself and to arrange my clothes to make sure sitting will be comfortable for the duration of the tea-ceremony. Then, after taking a deep breath, I began.

"Step Three: the Cleaning"

The chawan was picked-up with my right hand, transferred to the left and then put down in front of my knees with the right hand. Picking up the natsume with the right hand and placing it between my knees and the chawan, I lifted up a large layer of silk cloth (fukusa) and then folded it, carefully. Holding the fukusa in the right hand and picking up the Natsume with the left hand, I began to wipe the top of the natsume in the form of the hiragana syllable, moving from the left side down. When I finished, I placed the natsume in front of the mizusashi to the left.

I repeated the process for all the utensils, each bit of cleaning a ritual in of itself, each with its own movements and quirks. Some were practical, made to keep the long sleeves of the kimono from getting in the way or dirty. Others, solely there for the artistic value. But all having their place, and I would have been in right trouble if I had forgotten one.

After a minute or two, I finished the cleaning and cleansing, not too bad for a beginner. Now the main event.

"Step Four: Making the Tea."

I picked up the chawan, placed it on the palm of my left hand, and poured warm water from the furo into it. Then, I slowly swirled the chawan in an anticlockwise motion three times to warm the tea bowl. Next, I discarded the water into the kensui with my left hand only. Bringing it back to chest-level and picking up a smaller cloth with my right hand, I laid it over the edge of the chawan and wiped to the right three times to come back to the starting point. Then I place the chakin on the lid of the mzusashi again. I took the chawan with my right hand and put it down in front of my knees again.

Using my right hand, I moved the chashaku from the natsume and picked up the natsume with the left hand from the side, holding the chashaku with only the little and ring fingers so the other two fingers and the thumb were free to take the lid from the natsume. I then scooped one-and-a-half spoons of powdered macha into the chawan. I tappedthe chashaku twice(no more) on the edge of the chawan in order to remove some macha which might have still been stuck to it. I put the lid back on the natsume, placed it back by the mizusashi and put the chashaku on top of it.

Removing the lid of the mizusashi, I brought it closer to my body with my right hand and flipped it so that the top was facing to the right. It was now in a vertical position. Grabbing it with the left hand with the thumb on the right, then with the right hand gripping it above the left and placed it standing against the Mizusashi on the left side.

Taking the hishaku from the pot, I used my index and middle finger to lift it from underneath. I slid those two fingers slightly forward to bring them around to hold the ladle like a pen and drew a full cup of water, but I only poured a little more than half of it into the bowl.

Taking the chasen in the right hand and holding the chawan with the left to make sure it didn't tumble over when whisking, I whisked the macha to a froth till about half of the chawan covered with foam. When the green tea froth was well-mixed I placed the chasen in front of the mizusashi again.

Picking up the chawan one last time with the right hand and placing it on the palm of the left hand, I turned it two times about one-quarter anticlockwise so that the front side (shomen) of the chawan was facing to the guest.

Ayaka, with the same neutral expression, bowed to me as I bowed back. She then was took the chasen from me and raised it to me in a gesture of respect, rotated the bowl to avoid drinking from its front, took a sip, and complimented me on the tea. After taking a few sips, she wiped clean the rim of the bowl and passed it back to me. After this was done, I then once again cleaned the equipment and left the room before coming back in with kindling and charcoal that I added to the fire in the corner of the room to signal the change from formal to casual. I then relaxed, shoulders slumping. I had done it, mostly.

I sat back down and made some more tea, the informal version, and we just sat there in silence for a second.

"That was very good Shou-chan! Not perfect, but perfection will come with time," Ayaka told me, the smile now back in place, as she drank at her tea.

"It fucking better." I thought to myself. This was the most needlessly inane thing I have ever had to learn, I could get the artistry behind all the little moments, but dammit if it wasn't a pain to learn. Instead of saying that, however, I just said, "Thank you Mother, I'll keep at it."

"Sooo… how is school?" she started "Are you and the Nijimura boy still getting along? No troubles?" She gave me a purposely questioning look as she handed me back her cup to pour her some more. While it was a fairly typical question to ask your son, I couldn't help but think that she was just trying to making sure that there was not going to be any problems tonight.

"It's all cool, actually. I forgot to ask: can I stay out a bit longer after the memorial tonight? Josuke and me were going to hang out at the stalls." I finished off my own cup and started making the next. It really was a good tea. It was too bad the portions are meant to be small.

"That's perfect!" she said as I handed over her cup, "Really, you did such a good job with that boy, I'm so proud of you." Ayaka was still been under the impression that the whole mess last year was some well-executed plan that I had set up to get closer to the Nijimura heir. I hadn't had the heart to correct her.

"How about you, mom? What are you going to do for the night?", I emptied my cup as I asked and remembered to look at and admire it for a few seconds like I was supposed to.

"Oh, you know, talk to Noriaki-sama and his wife, see if I can get them to invite be back to the Nijimura compound for tea. It would be nice to have a good relationship with the parents of your best friend, no?" She said this with a new smile, wide eyed and beaming with innocence, too experienced to forget to not force the crinkling around the eyes to make it look real.

I gave her face a contemplating scan before shaking my head a little, "Too childish, doesn't work for an adult."

"Oh," the expression was dropped immediately, replaced with the standard little upturn of the lips, "Was worth a try." Once again, she passed me her cup, "More please."

I poured two more cups and handed hers back to her, and held mine between my hands waiting for it to cool.

"So how are you finding classes? Your reading has been getting a lot better lately, has it been getting easier?" she asked.

I grimaced a little at the question, "It's alright," I said evasively. I had been getting better at reading, but not as fast as the readings had been getting harder: a constant game of catch up. She probed a bit more on the topic, but stopped before she got to the point of pushy. My tea seemed to have cooled down a bit so I took a sip before my eyes went wide and I quickly spat it out, spluttering. I reached over to the furo and scooped up some water to rinse my mouth out, the hot liquid burning me, but it was better than the alternative.

I heard clapping from across the table and looking up, I saw Ayaka staring at me with a big smile, another one I didn't know, and bouncing a little as she clapped in excitement.

"Amazing Shou-chan!" She started, "That was the first time you noticed in time, Congratulations." She put her cup down and moved to stand up, "How did you know? Was it the smell or the taste?"

"Taste, kind of," I replied, "I've gotten good at making the tea the same thickness every time since you started teaching me. That cup tasted weaker than it should have, like it was diluted." I smacked my lips together and searched my mouth with my tongue, trying to taste if there was still anything left, before glaring, "Don't you think it was a bit risky to do that today? You know it would be really embarrassing for us if I throw up in the middle of the memorial."

"Oh, don't worry! The dose this time would not make you throw up. You would just feel terrible for the rest of the day." She said matter-of-factly, walking to the door and looking for her shoes, "And speaking of the Memorial: clean up and get ready. We should be going soon."

There was no point getting mad. As far as she was concerned, this type of stuff was for my own good. She's probably even right. So I just sighed and started putting everything way. Once I was done, I followed Ayaka out the door of our small apartment.

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

It was strange, how everything was so quiet. I could hear our footsteps as we walked through the familiar path from our part of the village to the lake. There was no hustle or bustle as people bumped into one another as they worked to get to where they needed to be. No yelling or screaming of children as they played in the street, or the sounds of old ladies and gents hawking their goods and cooking on the side of the road, just a calm stillness. The few other individuals on the street were silent and moving in the same direction as we were.

I did not like it: the constant hum of humanity was something you get used to living in such close quarters for some many years. There were quiet spots in the village, yes, and they were quite enjoyable, but you had to go looking for them. For a place that was supposed to be so lively to be so dead was… discomforting.

We, as in Ayaka and I, had been walking quickly compared to the others, not in a panic, but with purpose, as we needed to get to our positions. It would have been pretty bad if we had lost such good spots because we got trapped at the back of the crowds. As we walked past people I noticed that everyone we passed was just wearing black but simple clothes instead of the fancier stuff we had on, but I did not know yet if that was because we were about to mingle with the big dogs or if it was just Ayaka's personal tastes shining through. Both were just as likely as each other.

Before long, the way opened to reveal the shore of the Lake and the great tide of humanity surrounding it. Practically everyone in the village, young and old, were there to pay respects to the honoured dead, and maybe even more importantly, to remind and be reminded of their place in Takigakure as for the most part, your standing in the village determined how close you stood to the centre of the event.

First, we passed the outer-layer, those who stood together on the high banks and edges of the lake. These consisted of the ones who had fallen out of favour with their clans, the ones with no family or history to back them, and the new members, the wandering ninja and refugees allowed in to add 'new blood' to Taki, but who would never be allowed to leave now that they were in, and would never be fully accepted until the day they died and their children and grandchildren carried on their name as good, full ninja of the Waterfall.

Past them the majority of the village was on the Lake. Some were using the water-walking skill, but most were taking it easy by sitting in boats or standing on pontoons that were brought out of storage just for this day. We walked to one such boat that was waiting by the lakeside. A young shinobi was in it, looking bored. While I did not recognise him, he had a passing resemblance to Josuke, especially with his bright orange hair, so I assumed he was our ride.

He was quick to snap to attention when he spotted us, or more likely when he spotted Ayaka walking up to him if the way his face had heated up and the aura of awkward nervousness was any indicator. As she went about explaining that we were the ones he was there for and he went about trying not to gock and splutter at her and fail, I peered out into the Lake to try and spot someone from my class among the boats, but while I think I had spied Taura with a family of five, they were too far away to be sure.

"Come along Shou-chan," Ayaka said, sitting inside of the boat as the Nijimura Clan member started pushing off. I quickly jumped in without much trouble, still too small to rock the boat over much.

For the next minute or two we just sat there, Ayaka and I in a comfortable silence and our rower with a lump in his throat. I spent my time looking around me.

It was interesting, slowly drifting past rows of people sitting and standing around us in the dwindling red-orange light of the evening. It had a sort of eerie otherworldliness to it, as if I was moving down the River Styx and they were soulless ghosts floating above the water, silent and watchful.

Eventually, we arrived at the centre island of the lake where the Great Tree sat, its giant roots taking up and towering over all of the landmass except a relatively small bay in front, the pavilion at the very top.

It was just before this beach that the two largest pontoons were placed with a path leading to the beach between them. A large crowd was gathered together on them, but you could tell they were standing in very particular groups if you knew what to look for. These were the major clans and our stop.

We paddled up to one of the larger groups left of centre and were greeted by a mountain pretending to be a man and his family. Josuke was at his side, the usually bulky looking boy looking tiny in comparison.

Nijimura Noriaki was the current head of his clan and he had the presence of someone you would expect with his level of authority. Older than expected of someone with a six-year-old son, the man's short cut hair was fully grey and there were the beginnings of crows feet around the eyes and mouth, but those were the only signs of ageing about the man. The man was probably 7 ft and ripped with arms thicker than my torso and there was probably not an inch of fat under his tanned formal kimono. But the thing that really stood out was his shocking blue eyes and the piercing intelligent gaze coming out of them. This was no muscle-bound brute.

Next to him and Josuke was a much younger woman, though still older than Ayaka, in a simple but finely made dress kimono, all black. She had blonde hair and Josuke's eyes, (oh wait, that's the other way around.) and pretty if hawkish features. I hated to admit it, but I didn't know her name. They looked at us warmly and a bit coolly respectively as we approached them, Josuke and myself meeting each other's eyes and waving in greeting, but not speaking as neither of us knew if we were allowed.

"Looky here! You must be the Fujimori family," Noriaki-san had a deep booming voice, even when he was trying to keep the volume down, and every word sounded like he was holding back a laugh. It was a naturally charming voice, "Well, well, no one warned me that our guest was such a beauty! If I had known, I would have gone and picked you up myself. A pleasure to meet you Fujimori-san" he leaned forward a little to meet Ayaka's eyes as he spoke, smiling roguishly. Ayaka giggled a little at this, hiding her mouth behind a dainty looking hand.

"Oh you flatter me, Nijimura-sama, but the pleasure is all mine," she flashed him a winning smile (No6, light and airy), and bowed respectfully, "Thank you for inviting my family to sit with you at such an event. It is a great honour." She rose from her bow, the usual smile flawlessly back in place.

I couldn't help but be surprised at how much the little differences changed things, but unlike at home when it was just the two of us, in public, when she was really putting the effect into it, I would not have been able to tell the real from the fake if I did not already have some idea on what to look for.

To some extent, I think she was letting me see past her fabrications, or at least as close as she would ever let anyone else see past them. It was sort of moving in a weird way.

"Nonsense," Josuke's mother joined in, leaning up next to her husband as she talked, "With how much time our boys spend together, we just had to get to know you both and this seemed like a good opportunity." She said, far friendlier than the cool looks would have suggested, even giving a polite little head nod. The less than subtle pinching of her husband's arm was something everyone noticed but chose to ignore.

"And you must be Shou-Kun, right?" Noriaki-san said as he squatted down next to me in that way that adults do to be at the same eye-level as the child they are talking. It didn't work as I still had to crane my neck to make eye contact, but good on him for trying, "You been looking out for my boy?" his hard eyes, so close to my face and judging, made me feel more nervous than I needed to be. But I did my best to not look away.

"H-He looks after me too sir. I m-mean yes sir! I have."

Lessons in articulation tend to be forgotten in the face of scary mountain-men. I needed more practice.

He just looked at me, taking my stock for a second more, before chuckling softly and messing my hair with a hand that could wrap around my head and crunch it, "That's great. Nothing more important than having someone who's got your back in this scary world," he stood back up and gave his legs a little pat down, "This hot-head is probably going to be more work than he is worth ", he pointed a thumb at Josuke who was pouting again, "But I'll ask ya to stick with him, that ok?"

I did not really know what to say to the grinning clan head. Didn't he know that trusting a Fujimori with your back is how a lot of people have died? What was he thinking? However, it was not like I was not going to keep an eye on Josuke anyway, so I just gave him a small nod.

With that, he rejoined the adults in quiet conversion as we waited for the main players to come and start this thing.

After thirty minutes or so, the muttering around us started to fall off as everyone started to pay attention to something happening behind us. Turning around, I spotted a group moving between the two pontoons towards the beach.

In front was the jounin of the Hidden Waterfall, marching in military formation on the still water. All forty-two of them were in full uniform, the blues and blacks fading together in the diminishing light of the evening. It was an incredible number of individuals at that rank when you realised jounin make up the top 1% of ninja in the world and along with the hidden entrance and the Hero's Water were one of Taki's three big claims to fame.

The jounin lined up on the shore of the beach in a line two ranks deep, all staring rigidly at the Pavilion.

Next to move up were the Heads of the Three Noble Clans and their close family members: the Makioka, the H?j?, and the Taira, the three clans to first take shelter in this hidden place and who were the founding members of Takigakure. I could see Saori standing there next to her mother, trying to be as serious as she could. This group was the one to stand just under the Pavilion looking up.

Finally the last two and most important individuals started making their way through the crowd, every eye upon them: the descendants of the Sage of the Great Tree who first showed the way through the Waterfall. There was the Village Head Hisen-sama, a man with short smooth hair that was greying all on the outside with just the top of his head still having brown hair. He had a black Takigakure forehead protector on, his hair hang over the left and right sides of it and was wearing the chunin uniform. He also had small black-coloured eyes and a small brown-coloured goatee. Then, next to him was his son Shibuki-sama, a young teenager with long, dark brown hair and large soulful black eyes. He also had his forehead protector proudly displayed.

Even if it made sense considering where I was, it was still weird to think that these were the first characters from the story that I would lay eyes on, characters from some barely remembered throw away plotline and not ones that had more screen time or impact.

As they settled themselves in front of everyone, two helpers who appeared out of nowhere started opening some locks that were on the door of the Pavilion before opening the door and going inside. After a few seconds, they returned carrying a large, see-through urn and a closed box.

After carrying the box to the Village Head and setting it down before him and Shibuki-sama, they then moved to either side of the pair and quickly went through a series of hand seals and placed their hands down on the ground.

With a rumble, the ground underneath the Sage descendants rose into the air, high enough that even those at the very back would at least notice it, even if they could not really see what was happening.

Hisen-sama clears out his throat with a little bout of sickly coughing before speaking in a loud voice, some justus making it sound as if it was coming from right next to me.

"Today we gather in this place to honour those who have made the ultimate sacrifice for the continued prosperity of Takigakure," he said as he gazed out into the water, "Whether that be out in the field, performing missions to help support the village or in war, dying alongside our allies on behalf of a shared ideology or to repulse the aggressions of foreign invaders. Or, of course, those who have died in the defence of the village itself from siege and assault, either from wounds from battle or from the after effects of drinking the Hero's Water, these men and women chose the village and its people over themselves, becoming examples for us all." He stopped here and bowed his head, his eyes closed in a moment of silence that everyone in the crowd followed him in.

He then bent down and opened the box before him and took out five tiny glass bottles with little cork stoppers on top, "We are here not to just honour the heroes of the past, but also the heroes of the future. And to provide them with the tool for them to do their duty." And with that, he began to pour from the urn the Heroes Water, the ultimate weapon of the Waterfall, into each of the bottles.

The Hero Water. The single thing that turned Waterfall from an impressive stronghold into an impenetrable one. While the entrance of Taki was hidden, it was not like no one had a clue where it was. You can't have a location where Taki-nin are coming and going and not have someone put two and two together, it just meant that our enemies had to fight through or over the walls. Nor would forty or so jounin and a jinch?riki on their own stop an invasion from a major village. But the Hero Water? A substance that allows a ninja to have at least a ten-fold increase in chakra for a short period of time? Something that will let any chunin hold their own against even the strongest of ninja for the small price of shortening the user's life span? Yes, that would work. There was not a lot you could do against a village who, if push came to shove, could turn itself from a village of two thousand or more ninja to a village of two thousand or more monsters.

After he was done, he returned the full bottles back to the box and handed both the box and the urn to one of the helpers. The urn would be returned to the depths of the Great Tree where the Hero Water was produced and be jealously guarded by some of the elite of the village until the village was once again in danger. The box, however, would be left in the Pavilion, the small portion in it ready for any ninja of the village to take if they believed they needed it. Well in theory. In practice, you probably would have to jump a few hoops to even look at it, let alone be allowed to carry some out of the walls. For own good if nothing else, the cost of using it was not something to mess around with.

The rest of the memorial lasted for two hours or so, but most of it was not that different from other events of its type, just speech after speech. By the time it was over and everyone started shuffling to the boats, I was happy to be done.

When our boat arrived back to the other side of the lake, Ayaka and Josuke's mother started making their way back to the Nijimura compound, chatting away while Josuke, myself and Noriaki-san through the 'non-order' order of his wife, made a beeline to the little festival that was kicking off like we planned. Though Noriaki-san was looking a little depressed from essentially being shooed away by his wife, Josuke was happy about the turn of events, so I'd classify it as a good turn of events.

As I grabbed some cooked and cinnamoned Red Dragon fruit slices, my new favourite thing to eat when I could get my hands on it, Josuke started on the ball throw, while his dad watched over him.

I took a bite. It was amazing.

 

[Jyn Ryvia]

"I see you're up sleepy head!"

Ayaka was slipping on her chunin vest and shoes on top of one of the more chipper smiles before she walked over to the table and threw a bag that was on it at me. "Here's your lunch Shou-chan! Grab something to eat and then head off. Try not to be late for school, okay?"

"Thanks." I snatched it out of the air and slogged my way over to the kitchen, still not fully awake. My mother was rushing back and forth, gathering things that I was sure she didn't need for whatever she was doing that day. She kept everything prepacked and sorted for different tasks, in lines and rows of identical satchels. "Why did you let me sleep in? I thought we were going to work on fake accents this morning," I set the kettle on the stove to boil some water. "What's the rush?"

"Mommy needs to start going on longer mission again Shou-chan, the jobs around the village don't pay as much as the ones outside. So I've gone back on the away roster part-time." She stopped in front of the mirror by the door, and started combing her hair with a thick brush. "And I have just been called to the missions office. Don't worry, it will only be every so often. But I'll be gone for three or so days, and Ichiko-san has agreed to let you have dinner at their place when this happens, so go home with Josuke after school."

"Are we having money problems?" I asked a bit startled. I didn't notice anything that would point to it, but I did not have any real access to the finances as a kid so it was possible that I'd missed something. "I don't need an allowance then, I mostly use it on street food anyway."

"Oh, Shou-chan," her voice changed as she said that, lightening and becoming wistful like there was nothing else in the world to care about, and then she paused, tilted her head, and gave me smile No. 6, variant 3; lips closed, eyebrows up, eyes replicating fond amusement. I remembered this one. Ayaka had said that it was 'mostly for placating someone who really didn't understand why you had to leave after one night.'

"We have plenty of money in the bank. And the Village gives income support to families with very young children or in training. We can easily live off it if we are careful." She walked over and patted me on my head, No. 6 unwavering except for a slight but designed wateriness. "But I don't want to be careful, I want one of those red-silk dresses old lady Sato has for sale and to drink fancy sake when I feel like it," and with that remark she walks back to the door and opens it, turning back to give me a little shrug of the shoulders. She wiped off No. 6 and replaced it with her original chipper and cheerful No. 8. "So sadly I will have to keep working," she gives me a little wave and a wink, "Take care and try not to burn the house down." And with a small slam of the door, she was gone.

The abruptness of the departure was a little too much for my sleep addled brain, so I just ended up staring at the door for a moment or two as I processed, a little upset, but not sure why. Eventually, I shuffled over to the now whistling kettle, made myself a cup of tea and then shuffled back over to the table with it and set it down. Then I made my way back over to the kitchen while the tea was cooling and looked in the fridge for something to make breakfast. If I was in the mood I would once again wonder: how Taki had running electricity, rationed and only at certain times in a day but still present; how things functioned on such carefully controlled amounts of energy. But I wasn't in the mood for that, so I wouldn't.

Not feeling up to making something fancy, I ended up just frying some rice and then mixing in peas, butter and a pinch of salt. Sitting back down at the table, I pick up my tea and took a sip. Instantly feeling ten times more awake, I gave out a little sigh of bliss.

Human once more, I quickly ate up my breakfast and packed my lunch and books into my bag before I put on my shoes and headed out the door. I paused to look around.

Our apartment was all the way on the fifth floor of the complex, the door opening out to an exterior hallway looking out towards the lake if only there was not another apartment complex in the way. There was a railing to keep people from tripping off and falling all the way to the ground, not that that mattered to some of the population.

Usually at this point I would have walked over to the spiral staircase that was at the left of the building to get down. But lately, I'd been using a different option.

An excited and unstructured grin pulled at my lips as I flooded my legs with chakra and vaulted over the railing to plummet to the ground, the wind rushing past my body as I twisted mid-air so my feet were facing down.

As I got nearer the ground I started pooling most of the chakra into my thighs, ankles and feet. When I hit the ground I could feel the force being absorbed as I landed with barely a sound instead of breaking all my bones.

Then without pause I, for lack of a better word, 'threw' my chakra forward and up in my body as I leapt into the air, flying up as far as the third floor of the next complex, level with one of the hanging balconies.

I then moved most of that Charka to my arms, and grabbed onto the side of the balcony and moved into a handstand that I pushed out of and back into the air, passing the top of the complex and onto the roof, spinning and twisting to get myself the right way up before I landed, and then leaping to the roof of the next building.

And so I went, over houses and shops, under walkways and power lines, and even though one set of windows, stopping to say hi and check up on old man Ranmaru-san in his living room like every other morning. As I went, I twisted, turned and flipped partly for the fun of it, and partly because I hadn't quite mastered controlling my body's placement in the air yet.

I still got a surge of joy every time I ran around like this. The others thought that I was a bit weird for just how much I still got excited when we trained this skill. To them, maybe it was the equivalent of learning to drive a car. Enjoyable for most, but something that was just a part of the ninja world.

But for me, it was an impossibility made real. A reminder that this really is a world of amazing and terrifying things. But at least there are some good things.

After five minutes of jumping I landed in front of the training building and walked into the classrooms to my favourite seat in the middle with time to spare before class, plopping down on the bench. Still holding that same delighted smile on my face.




"So, if there is a 'Tsu' here, and my guess that they're using a Lightning military code is right, then… this one?" I stared down at the problem on the worksheet as I flipped through a codebook with both hands and referenced the dictionary lying on my part of the table. It was a free period in class and while some were using the time to talk and mess around, some students were taking the chance to make progress on some of our built-up workloads.

Codes were fast becoming one of my least liked subjects very quickly. They're not that hard per say, since if you had the cypher, it was more math than language, but it can take a long time to get through them. If that was all, then I would have been fine.

No, the real problem was the jargon. We had to learn how to use codes and understand them, and the language used in them. They used real examples, all of which were official and/or military in nature, and it was at a much higher reading capability then everything else we were learning at the time. Every new message that I had to decipher seemed to have had at least thirty new symbols that I had never seen before. All the dictionaries were constantly in use.

"I can finally hit the bullseye every time!" said someone from behind me, brimming with pride.

"So? I'm still kicking your ass in taijutsu, you can't brag until you're as good as me!" was the smug reply from his friend.

"Pff, as good as you? I'd rather go for being as good as those three Oni." The first replied the quickly, which leads to the second guy getting offence and starting up an argument.

"Ok, I think I got it," I looked down at what I had worked out some far, nodding to myself, "It's definitely based on that basic Lightning code. Now I just have to take each stroke and put it through the cypher and write down the new stroke on a page. It's just busy work for the next bit…"

"Nu uh, it could totally work! You just need to get the right spin as you jump," Josuke argued next to me, waving his arm at the piece of paper he was writing an amazingly detailed hand-drawn diagram onto.

"I didn't say it couldn't work. I said it's fucking stupid, that's not the same thing.", Saori responded with a sour face, "Why the fuck would you try spinning like a top as you slash when you can just cut the fucking guy like normal?"

"Language", I muttered next to them as I worked on my copying, more out of reflex by now than paying attention. Ever since she heard her older brother use that word, she'd been peppering her sentences with it whenever she thought she could get away with it without an adult hearing. I was confident she didn't even know what 'fuck' meant.

"Whatever, Shou." I'd been dismissed once again, how cruel. "Why don't you tell him I'm right? Jumping at someone while spinning wouldn't make your attack stronger, it would just leave you more open. It's bad taijutsu."

"You're just not seeing it," Josuke was quick to retort. "If you're spinning fast enough it will create force, which will make your attacks stronger." He turned to me. "Right Shou? Tell 'er I'm right."

I glanced up and wondered if I should have pointed out that the Inuzuka clan did have a move like that, but decided against it as I had no way to explain why I would know that. Instead, I just went with, "It would work, but with the power you need for it, it's probably more ninjutsu territory than taijutsu." There, a nice safe answer where everyone wins.

"Boo," they replied as one, both giving me a deadpan, unimpressed stare, before going back to arguing as if I was not there. Predictable. Whatever.

"Okay. Now all I need to do is figure out what this all means." One of the trickiest things about written Japanese is using dictionaries. As what something means is contextual, you not only needed to find the symbol but figure out which meaning of that symbol was the one you wanted.

"Dance, my minions, DANCE! Mwahahah…" There was some manic cackling from the other side of the room. The individual it was coming from bounced a little in his seat as almost everyone around him tried to pretend to ignore him.

"A-ah, T-Tetsuo-kun? They're just rubbers with straws in them for limbs," Rokuro said with a nervous smile, readjusting his glasses as he looked at the other boy, "P-plus I'm the one making them move, so they're, ah, sort of my minions, not yours?" He said the last bit as he looked at the hand he was holding out above the moving rubbermen as they did their coordinated jig, his fingers twitching madly.

Tetsuo just signed in response and gave the other boy a pleading gaze. "Look, man," he replied, "that's not the point. If you have an opportunity to say something like 'X, my minions, X!' then you take it, details be darned. You understand?"

"…yes?"

"Yes! Got it, this one stands for 'barracks' and this one for 'shifts', so they must be talking about watch-rotations, now even if I can't read some of the words, I should be able to 'deduce' what they are from the words around them." This was the most satisfying part of my process, when enough of the pieces are found that the rest of them start to fall into place.

"…and then I would have kept him from dying like that!" Taura, who is sitting in front of me tells her friend.

"And with that," I think to myself as I sit back in my chair, "I should just about be…wait, what?" I stare at the two girls in front of me with shock as I realised what I just overheard, and started giving them the attention that I was not quite giving the rest of the room before. I was straining to hear so I could figure out what exactly they were on about, because it sure as hell sounded interesting.

"I mean, the trap was so obvious," she began, the redhead putting a finger up in the air as if lecturing. "It's just that Masakazu-san was too honourable to turn down the duel. If I was there, I would have told him how to avoid it, or put down some exploding tags the night before if he still was going to go through with it."

"Ya," her friend continued. "And if he survived then he could have joined Tsukuyaku, Shishimaru and Princess F?n for the final fight with Lord Hirohito, and they would have won soo much easier!"

Oh, I think as I relaxed in my seat. They were talking about the first (only, at the moment) Princess F?n movie. That had been playing in that house that had been turned into a little theatre. Not an actual murder. Still, there was a part of what they were saying that was still holding my attention, an easy to guess part at that.

"But it would be scary won't it?" the friend continued, putting her finger to her lip as she thought. "Getting involved in all of that. If I suddenly found myself there, knowing all about the dangerous bits, I might just hide somewhere safe."

"No way," Taura shook her head, "Masakazu-san was my favourite character and just a really good guy. If I was in a place to help him, there is no way I wouldn't, no matter how scary. I'm not that selfish." She nods her head and her own reasoning, arms crossed in front of her. Case closed.

"But wouldn't that be even more selfish?" I feel the words leave my mouth before I could even really think about it, their head turning in surprise at my interruption. "To risk everything for someone that might not even appreciate your meddling if they knew what you were risking?"

"…what?" was the reply from both girls.

"How do I put it?" I said this as I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table with my hands cupping my chin to mull over my words. "The Adventure of Princess F?n had a happy ending. Not a perfect one, as a few people die, some important like Masakazu, and some not, but overall things ended about as well as can be expected given all the circumstances. If anything, it should have ended with far more deaths and pain then there were."

I sat up a little and looked down at my hands, now balled up as I thought hard. "But, if say, someone came along and told Masakazu that they know a future where if they did not get involved, Lord Hirohito would definitely be defeated, while Masakazu would definitely die, but they chose to save them..."

"And so because Masakazu was saved, Lord Hirohito might not be defeated." My hands were just a little white now, and a muscle in my jaw was going to work, "Ya, Masakazu can now be at the fight, that is easy to predict and that seems like a change for the good, but what about the reaction? Will Lord Hirohito still do the same thing and arrogantly meet them on the battlefield? Maybe. But he might not let his guard down the same way as he did in the original timeline, or he might bring more allies this time, or even decide not to fight at all with such a skilled fighter present, and run away. Too many possibilities. If Masakazu knows that his survival put so much in the air do you think he would be happy? ...I don't think so. I think he would be furious."

I sighed as I closed my eyes and slumped a little in my chair. Somehow just saying that out loud made me tired like I'd lost some vital energy, and in turn, some of the tension that had built up. "I mean, if it had a tragic end, or even a proper bitter-sweet one; a classical tragedy of mistakes and misunderstanding leading to the worst result, then it would be entirely different. It would be wrong to not get involved, to not change things…. But again, it was not a tragic end, but a good one."

"No," I said firmly, as determination fills me, "risking the happy ending, when so much is at stake if things go wrong, for the sake of preventing a personal tragedy or three is not just wrong, it's selfish to the point of wickedness: the act of a villain."

Settled on my decision, I open my eyes to see that the whole room was still, turned towards me and staring, and I realised that not only was that rant said aloud, but also loudly.

"A-ahaha…." I laughed softly as I looked around at everyone, scratched the back of my head, and gave a nervous grin. "I uh, really like the movie…" was the only reply I could give as I sank under my desk, face slowly going a bit red.

Luckily the attention span of seven and eight-year-olds meant that it was not long before everyone went back to their distractions, to be forgotten in a day or two.

That did not save me from the teasing from those sitting next to me for the rest of the class, or having to explain what I'd meant by 'classical tragedy' to those who came up to me and asked.




"Tiger, Boar, Ox, Dog…" Chakra flowed as I carefully worked my fingers through the basic clone jutsu. I started by gathering my chakra into my hands as I made a seal, to create a pattern in it, and then pushing that 'patterned' chakra back into my body. Then I repeated the process with each seal to layer the patterns on top of each other to make a matrix, and that turned the raw energy into a new, usable form, to be released with the last seal.

Well, that was the idea. What actually happened was that I sort of felt a knotty feeling in my stomach and left arm. Then that pattern just kind of collapsed in on itself and the jutsu fizzled out before anything actually happened.

"G-Good try, you h-have the order right, and your chakra is f-flowing well," Hiraoka-sensei said. He studied me, with his glasses glinting softly as they slipped down his nose. "It's just p-practice now, don't get discouraged. T-these things take time. Getting a jutsu down on the first day is a rarity." His piece said, Hiraoka-sensei moved on to a different spot on the field. Over there I saw Rokuro and Saori working on the technique. Rokuro was, like most things with chakra, having a bit more luck than the rest of us, in that he was making a whiteish blob with hair rather than nothing. Saori was poking that blob with a stick and grinning as she chattered away at the boy, half congratulating, half teasing.

Josuke was probably around somewhere near the trees, but for once I was happier to stay on my own for this class. I really didn't feel like watching him figure out the jutsu in less than one hour when it'd probably take most people weeks. Even if he will be happy to use what he figured out to help me with my technique.

That shit got depressing sometimes.

Still, nothing changes unless you do something about it. So, I sat down on the grass cross-legged, and worked through the sequence of hand seals, again and again. I only stopped for a few minutes whenever I started to feel a bit light headed, not having that much chakra to throw around yet. But I didn't get much in the way of results.

"You're not being sharp enough in your moulding," came a gravelly, bored voice from behind me.

I jumped before I leaned around and looked up towards the sound to see a man in his early thirties with sleepy eyes. His hitai-ate hung from his neck and he dressed in the standard Jounin uniform, though it was a bit more faded and frayed than usual; the only things that really gave him a bit of uniqueness were the 5 o'clock shadow and shaggy black hair in a half-ponytail, and the only thing about the man that was in perfect condition, a long katana whose hilt poked up from over his shoulder.

Overall, he gave the impression of a stereotypical bachelor too lazy to look after himself right, but at least avoided looking homeless.

His name was Kono Keiki, and he was the latest 'volunteer' teacher for the class. Not really having anything to say to his comment outside of a stupid 'huh?' or 'what?', I instead just gave him a questioning look to convey an interest. A real one.

He gave a little 'hmmm' and scratched his chin, making a show of musing on how to explain it in a way that a 'kid' would understand. "When you do the seals, your timing is wrong. You fill your hands then do the seals, or you do'em, then fill your hands with chakra. You need to do both at once."

Here he stops to nod to himself a little at his own advice.

"Stamping a pile of papers, yeah. Don't rock the stamp on the paper or leave it there or drag the stamp along to the next page. You hit it down and then lift it up before going to the next one," he bent down a little and grabbed my collar, lifting me up onto my feet like I weighed nothing. "Seals are the same, fill your hands with the chakra and clamp it with the seal at the same time. Fast, one movement. Got it?" Then he gave me a little 'hurry it up' motion with the same bored look he had at the start; as if I was the one who walked up to him and started pestering him.

But, even if some people would be annoyed, I still ended up bracing myself and go through the seals one more time. This time I 'stamped' the chakra like he said. At first, there didn't feel like there was any difference—just the same knotty feeling in my stomach and left side—but instead of collapsing like some of my past attempts, the pattern kind of caught on to something and pulled itself out of my side.

A sudden rush of tiredness came over me.

Looking towards the spot where the chakra went I saw…a pathetically small blob with something that sort of, might of, maybe looked like my nose in the centre. Still, a smile wormed its way onto my face as I looked at it. As pathetic as it was, that was the most progress I've seen the whole day. Craning my head back to look at Kono-sensei (why are Jounin so tall? Granted, most adults are taller than 7-year-olds, but Jounin always feel taller than most.), "That works way better! Thank you, Kono-sensei," I said to the man with my best bright smile.

"No problem kid," was his simple reply. I watched him turn around and slouch off to one of the treelines around the field, muttering, "There, I helped one of them. Now he can't complain if I take a little nap, right?" before he disappeared in a body flicker.

For the rest of the lesson, I and most of the class did not make much more progress on the jutsu, and it ended up being a boring time. The only interesting bits were when Hiraoka-sensei dragged me off to the side to confirm that, yes, Kono-sensei did, in fact, help me, and no, he did not spend the whole class napping in a tree. (If I made it seem like he spent more than the minute or two that he did in helping me, well, it's always good to have a Jounins goodwill.)

There was also the time when a slightly transparent Josuke with arms for legs and legs for arms ran through the middle of the field, mouth open in a silent scream as it flew passed before abruptly disappearing. It was not long after that unsettling scene that Hiraoka-sensei called it quits, and sent us back to the classroom to clean up, and then set our homework.

It was as we were finishing up and people had started to leave that I noticed that Kono-sensei was still at the front desk, working through a large pile of worksheets with a frown and an air of annoyance. I stopped where I was and contemplated on whether it was worth an attempt. On one hand, it hadn't worked for anyone else I've tried, and with what I've seen today Kono Keiki was not a motivated individual. On the other hand, he showed that for what little bit of teaching he felt like doing, he was pretty good at it.

Well, at the end of the day, the worst that could happen if I tried asking him for a mentorship or some lessons would be that he'd say no. Might as well try.

I went up to his desk and waited for him to acknowledge me. I took a quick peek at what was on the sheets. I think it was some type of day review form. Not even ninja could escape the clutches of bureaucracy.

After a bit, he paused in his work to look up at me, a slightly annoyed frown tugging at his lips, "Yeah, kid?"

I started off keeping a certain amount of bright energy in my voice. "I just wanted to thank you again for the help earlier today." People are more engaged if they think that yourself are engaged with what you're saying, though you can't overdo it. "The way you explained it really made it make sense to me."

"Like I said, it was no problem, I was happy it helped," he said. He didn't look any happier at all. If anything, his frown was a twitch bigger as his eyes give me a quick, considering scan. He must already be guessing where I was trying to lead this conversation. "If that's all you wanted I need to get back to my work." Better cut to the chase.

"Ah, well, I was wondering if it might be possible to get you to help me a little more after classes?" I rushed to say the rest before he shut me down. "Just a few lessons maybe, just an hour or two a week or something, I can pay you for the time or work out someth—" I stopped when he held his hand up and he let a slightly pinched expression cross his face. After a moment he just lets out a sigh.

"Look, kid, what's your name?"

"Fujimori Shou sir". I don't bother with the energy of before. I wasn't really interested anymore now that it was obvious that he was going to say no. Can't even feel upset about it. You should always expect long shots to miss.

"Ok Shou-Kun, look," he must be trying to be gentle with his tone, "While I'm flattered, I haven't even decided whether I'll be teaching again after my last bunch, let alone looked at any of your classes files. Most Jounin don't even start scouting at this stage, I'm sure next year someone..." He stopped there, as if he just reconsidered something, and squinted at me.

"Wait, you said Fujimori right?", he asked, and I nodded in reply, "You related to Fujimori Ayaka?"

"Yeah, that's my mom," I said. I was a little surprised at him bringing Ayaka up in the conversation, and at his obvious renewed interest.

He hummed to himself a little bit as he sat there with a hand on his chin. "Well..." Then he gave a giant put-upon sigh while developing an even more pained expression that instantly made me suspicious. (If someone starts looking more exploited after they changed their mind from when they were going to say no, you can bet they're up to something.) "How about this? I've gotten unfortunately busy lately with duties inside and outside the village, so I don't have a lot of free time. But if you do some of my chores for me, like food shopping or laundry or whatever, I'll have some more time."

He gave me a little wink.

"And if I use a little of that time, say, two to three hours a week, to teach you a thing or two, as long as I'm in the village, we both win, right?" He held out his hand to me and gave a little tired smile, "How about it, sound fair?"

I hesitated. On the one hand, that was way too quick of a one-eighty and I don't know what it is he is really trying to get out of this. Blind deals were always iffy even if I was confident that it at least wasn't anything malicious. On the other hand, this was the only deal I'd even come close to getting, and it's not like I can't just back out. No one would be surprised if a seven-year-old quit what is essentially a paperboy-esque job.

It all came back to the fact that it was me who came up to him.

I took his hand and shook.




On the way home from training there was this little walled garden-park hidden away between a bunch of busy administration buildings, whose surrounding thick bushes and small trees somehow blocked both the view and all sounds in and out, creating the illusion of being out in nature right in the middle of the concrete village.

A small place, the inside consisted of two greens split with a winding path for people to walk through. On the left near one end was a little flower patch, not well looked after—in an overgrown way rather than a dead one. It burst with not just decorative flowers, but also an assortment of weeds and tall grasses. A good gardener would have probably had a fit looking at it, but I kind of liked its wild liveliness. On the other end, with two long benches and a small round stone table, was a nice place to sit and spend your time relaxing.

On the whole right side, there was a flat, open space with a single lonely hitting post in the middle, pockmarked from old kunai and shuriken wounds. The spot was only big enough for self-practise, going over taijutsu forms or something, not sparring. I thought it was probably put there for the office-ninja around the area to keep in shape, but just like the park itself, it was half-forgotten.

At the very back of the hidden garden was the reason this place was probably made, and why it was kept at all.

A giant snaking root sprouted from the ground, one of the roots of the Great Tree, which showed that no matter how big it was above ground, its true mass was under us. The coil arched twenty feet in the air at one point, then bent and dug itself back into the soil, shaded by the overhanging branches of some of the smaller trees.

Overall a perfect little getaway. And because it was tucked away in a place everyone was too busy to use, I could pretty much use it how I wanted.

I usually did use the training spot to work on my taijutsu or throwing, or on dry days used the table to do homework, but I also liked to take a rest every so often. If I had just headed straight home, first I would have had to train with Ayaka or do chores or something before I could sit down. This place was for a little me time, and I think I deserved it today.

I walked up to the root, sat down and stretched out, leaning with my back up against the base of the root and placing my hands behind my head as I closed my eyes and relaxed.

Not only did I make a lot of progress on my first jutsu, but I had gotten myself a few lessons from a Jounin on top of my own family training, if I could convince Kono-sensei that I'm worth the effort. As long as whatever it was he was trying to get wasn't problematic, I might just have secured myself a path right up to my genin exam.

Though, past that? We'd see… where I would end up would depend on what type of team a Jounin wanted. No matter where I placed in the academy, first or dead-last, with my family background and training I was going to slot into the support role in a team, or as a member of a support team. Maybe Information gathering or tracking.

Not that I minded, those seemed like they would be comfy gigs for a ninja.

There I will hopefully stay until I'm trained up enough for Chunin and sent off to a specialist department. Intelligence maybe?... I hope not infiltration and/or assassination.

Or the Jounin decided that I was going to be a forever Genin and gave up, but let's be optimistic and ignore that outcome.

Infiltration was supposed to be as dangerous as a frontline fighter and ten times as stressful, and the second… I was a lot more comfortable with the idea of killing these days, but still... Conditioning tended to work, even if you're aware of it, but there was still a difference between 'killing because you had to', and 'what you had to do was killing'. I would like to avoid that level of… I would like to avoid it.

I huffed out a breath, before breathing in more of the floral woodsy smell of the tree.

I sighed and wriggled in my spot a bit, trying to make myself a bit more comfortable. I sank down, half laying on the grass by that point.

"Maybe if I show that I'm pretty ok in a fight on top of everything else I can work as a retainer?"

Retainers were the ninja who were sent out by the village to guard people of interest or who were wealthy enough that they could afford to pay the Village long term for the manpower. Ranging from the daimy? and his family to well-off merchants, retainers had to not only be decent at the combat aspect of the ninja life, but it was even more important that they have some idea of politics and etiquette so they did not end up embarrassing the client or the Village, so they were recruited from the support ranks and less important members of the big clans rather then the combat ranks most of the time.

"Ya, that doesn't sound so bad…" I muttered to myself. A safe, comfortable job looking after some minor lord, keeping them away from bandits and such before retiring with loads of money was about as good a life plan as anything else. It's not like I care enough about that story to get involved. And it's not like it affects me in any way.

"If I was in a place to help him, there is no way I wouldn't, no matter how scary. I'm not that selfish." She nods her head at her own reasoning, arms crossed in front of her. In a memory there are all kinds of details you didn't realise you saw, like how as she pulls her head back up from the bounce, the tendons in her neck tense and twitched...

Okay, so the whole end of the world by evil space god thing would, in fact, affect me, but I already made my point about that, with something so big at risk, and with how close everything was at the end, causing any ripples is more likely to do damage than make things better. The smart thing would be to let things play out like they should.

"How do you know you did not change things already? Is it not just as arrogant to think everything will be the same?" The question bubbled up to the front of my mind unwanted. I frowned at it a little but otherwise did not react.

Prophecy, fate, reincarnation. The narrative of Naruto was filled with things that sort of implied the presence of some type of destiny or overarching divine plan. There were (are?) things that are meant to happen, things that could be changed with active effort, but not things that just existing would challenge.

Or alternately, if just existing changes things, then by the time I would have been able to do anything, everything would have changed to the point that it would not matter what I know.

Maybe I'm just making excuses, but it was all so… abstract and far away. Yes, it could affect me, but only in the way a nuclear crisis or another world war would have affected me in that past life. It would have scared me, but I would not have jumped to join the army if I was not forced to. I would have trusted that other people would have been working on it and get on with my life, like I'm doing here. I just didn't have a personal reason to get involved.

...risking the happy ending, when so much is at stake if things go wrong, for the sake of preventing a personal tragedy or three is not just wrong, it's selfish to the point of wickedness: the act of a villain."

I simply didn't have a reason to be selfish. Takigakure was not part of that end-game, so no one I did or might care about would be personally involved. There was no tragedy I wanted to stop enough to risk myself or the world.

I heard a loud cracking, snapping sound followed by a quieter brushing.

I was about to look up, but before I was even done registering the sounds I was already hit. A heavy weight crashed into my stomach.

the air was flow out of me from my mouth and left me winded as the weight pressed me into the ground. I was left gasping for air and more stunned then in pain.

Then the shock ended and the pain came, not a sharp, quick pain, but a dull, lasting one. Like something was reaching inside of you and squeezing. A throbbing that stuck to you.

I blindly pushed the thing off and rolled away, 'It' gave a little 'eep' as I did so. The feeling of the hardwood of the root was replaced with the soft sensation of the grass then the open air as I got up onto my hands and knees, now facing were I once was and looked up, taking the chance to stop and take a good look at what exactly 'it' was.

'It' had the shape of a girl, a bit younger than myself. She was a small thing, and thin. Not from malnourishment, just as someone who was meant to be built that way. As she picked herself off the floor and onto her hands and knees as well she looked back at me and stared in concentration. I found myself staring at her eyes: they were her most distinctive feature, wide and orange and pupil-less, color-matched to a hair clip and framed by mint hair.

Her mouth made an 'oh' shaped expression, before morphing into the widest, most stupidly open grin I had ever seen.

I stared incredulously at the idiot who literally fall out of a tree and gave her an angry glare. I was still gulping in air greedily, but figured I could spare some air. If I were a civilian or didn't train much...

"What the hell are you doing!" I yelled, pointing dramatically at her chest to get my point across, "we could have been really hurt!"

She stared at me for a few more moments before pointing dramatically at my chest and chirping an answer.

"Hi, I'm Fu! Who the hell are you?"