In this vast world, across the spans of distant lands, widening city roads and steel towers mark the cusp of a new age. The mundane man scrapes the sky with filthy fingers to mar its perfection until the day the rust of oxidation clears it all away. It is the understanding found behind the old eyes that see what was, is, and will be: nothing lasts forever, but that which is built with folly falls first.
So, when a burgeoning shinobi cadet learns of an ancient marvel still standing, one so old and yet marvelous, his heart throbs with the thrill of wonder.
What was first touted as a training expedition onto the frigid steppes of the Tundra Biome, Jintou, the Third Son of House Oba, found himself venturing far from home. The journey was the machination of some Jounin Journeyman with tenure in the Ranger Division; a stone chinned, survivalist type of shinobi the academy students knew as Master Noruisu. He was the sort who never cracked under pressure, and with a steely glare, could break the resolve of a hungry ridgeback. But it was the might of Master Noruisu’s roundhouse kick— indeed, a master in taijutsu he was— could sweep a ridgeback clean of its teeth before the beast might bite down. He was like a walking advertisement for joining that brave division. So, there was Jintou, journeying on a week-long expedition into the Tundra Biome with a flock of young peers, all struggling to keep up with a skillful instructor.
The purpose of Master Noruisu’s course was to learn survival strategies in the foreign wilderness, though most of the efforts so far had focused on shelter and foraging for food. Hunting edible prey was encouraged, but the master limited his students from hunting in excess with the decree that it would negatively impact the fragile biome ecosystem. Perhaps more notably, Master Noruisi seemed to thrive on turning his pupils against one another and claimed that the dangers of the wilderness would test traveling shinobi frequently.
On the third evening of the little “field trip”, the pupils assigned to preparing the group’s meals were instructed to bake a little less bread over the campfires. Ever scheming, Master Noruisu saw to it that the young shinobi would have to employ crucial decision making to decide who could eat, and how much was their share. Wide-eyed and aghast with horror, Jintou was among the last younglings to wander back into that frigid camp empty-handed after a failed session of foraging. There was merely a morsel of bread left in the pan, and two boys to divide it between. Anger welled up in his flushed cheeks as Jintou decided that he refused to be the one to go hungry.
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