The human body is in reality a very fragile thing. The Shinobi must understand and learn to apply a wide variety of killing techniques in order to be maximally effective, particularly on missions that require subterfuge. One of the most quintessential methods of assassination comes not in the form of a blade or needle but may be delivered in something as simple as a cup of tea. The savvy reader has already guessed the subject of this chapter: poisons.
Shoma was curled up at the base of a bookshelf deep in the stacks of the Konoha Academy Library. It was a free-study period and he had gone towards the back shelves, partially out of a desire for quiet, a short respite from his younger classmates, and partially because every next title was more and more intriguing. He hadn't settled on a book until he was well into the stacks.
"Lethality in All Its Forms" was the name of the book. The author seemed to be a shinobi professor of some sort from years ago. Shoma was sure it wouldn't matter that the book was old, considering the relatively unchanging nature of the murderous arts. It still bothered Shoma a little bit that he was studying how to kill. He supposed it shouldn't have come as a shock, but still, the reality of attending an academy meant to teach children to kill hadn't quite sunk in until he'd been to a few classes and had time to dwell on the material. At any rate, this was what he'd signed up for, and he would do his best to live up to the opportunity that had been afforded him.
As he came to the end of the introduction, he visibly perked up a bit.
Poison could be interesting. More interesting than decapitation last chapter, anyway.
He read on, taking notes in a small notepad on the ground beside him. There was a section on identifying poisonous plants, another on the extraction of different types of poisons. Some were secreted by the stem of the plants, while some had to be boiled out of the leaves. He took particular note of that type of poison, his mind going back to his years helping his father at the tea shop. Some poisons could even be inhaled, he learned, though the production of those poisons seemed much more advanced than that of liquid poison. Within the hour, he had four full pages of notes covering identification, extraction, administration, and even treatment of poisons. He admittedly didn't understand all of it, but the book and his notes would give him a great point from which to expand his research. He even added a small section of notes related to the chapter's footnotes on some of the advances in poisoncraft made by the Yamanaka clan over the years.
Having finished the chapter on poisons and returned "Lethality In all Its Forms" to its proper place on the shelves, Shoma continued poking through the stacks, hoping to find an entire book dedicated to the subject. It seemed he'd discovered a topic to whet his appetite more than any other had so far.
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Shoma was curled up at the base of a bookshelf deep in the stacks of the Konoha Academy Library. It was a free-study period and he had gone towards the back shelves, partially out of a desire for quiet, a short respite from his younger classmates, and partially because every next title was more and more intriguing. He hadn't settled on a book until he was well into the stacks.
"Lethality in All Its Forms" was the name of the book. The author seemed to be a shinobi professor of some sort from years ago. Shoma was sure it wouldn't matter that the book was old, considering the relatively unchanging nature of the murderous arts. It still bothered Shoma a little bit that he was studying how to kill. He supposed it shouldn't have come as a shock, but still, the reality of attending an academy meant to teach children to kill hadn't quite sunk in until he'd been to a few classes and had time to dwell on the material. At any rate, this was what he'd signed up for, and he would do his best to live up to the opportunity that had been afforded him.
As he came to the end of the introduction, he visibly perked up a bit.
Poison could be interesting. More interesting than decapitation last chapter, anyway.
He read on, taking notes in a small notepad on the ground beside him. There was a section on identifying poisonous plants, another on the extraction of different types of poisons. Some were secreted by the stem of the plants, while some had to be boiled out of the leaves. He took particular note of that type of poison, his mind going back to his years helping his father at the tea shop. Some poisons could even be inhaled, he learned, though the production of those poisons seemed much more advanced than that of liquid poison. Within the hour, he had four full pages of notes covering identification, extraction, administration, and even treatment of poisons. He admittedly didn't understand all of it, but the book and his notes would give him a great point from which to expand his research. He even added a small section of notes related to the chapter's footnotes on some of the advances in poisoncraft made by the Yamanaka clan over the years.
Having finished the chapter on poisons and returned "Lethality In all Its Forms" to its proper place on the shelves, Shoma continued poking through the stacks, hoping to find an entire book dedicated to the subject. It seemed he'd discovered a topic to whet his appetite more than any other had so far.
[WC: 519]