Requesting a trade mission as per: https://ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=654&t=40577
Med-nin to ANBU
WC: 579
Med-nin to ANBU
.Migoya had always wondered why the secretive ANBU arts were forbidden to those whose careers were focused in the Main and Medical Branches. As a young man he had chosen to go down the path of the healer, and through Leaf’s ineptitude at recognizing talent had been relegated to the path of a Chuunin before once again taking up the mantle of healer. His brother however had always walked the path of the ANBU - the so-called assassins in the shadows. He had seen what the ANBU could do, and wondered why his brother could not teach him to be a master of the shadows.
To a Nara that was quite funny.
Upon arriving in the land of the Moon, Migoya was surprised then to see that an academy of sorts was available specifically to train individuals in specialized techniques… for a price. His main purpose there was to find a place that his clan could settle down, and despite the beauty of the place it was clear that his families particular talents would go head to head with the resident powerhouse - the Shrine.
It was with this knowledge that Migoya, dressed casually and was able to stand before several individuals who were willing to help him shape his chakra to enable the use of ANBU jutsu.
“The ANBU need to me amoral, unbiased, and unflinchingly certain in their duties. It is that focus that drives the power behind the jutsu and is why many cannot utilize their abilities. Here we will strip away your uncertainty and open your chakra pathways to the use of these jutsu.”
Migoya nodded along with the others in the class. Each had been stripped to the waist, making Migoya’s scar-ridden torso visible, and now knelt in seiza before their sensei.
“Now - find a partner. Look into their eyes, and try to overcome their will. No genjutsu.”
Migoya turned to the man beside him, another bloody Uchiha. That clan really needed birth control. The man smirked at him, realising that Migoya did not have the vaunted sharingan that he had, and that overcoming this skinny, scarred albino freak would be easy.
Idiot.
Migoya gave a small nod and smiled at the man. “Hello. Well, I’m not sure what we are doing here, so if you have an idea go ahead - you stare me down”.
“Hmph. Well, ok - but I will go easy on you. My clan is the best with ocular jutsu, and the body bind one just demonstrated should be rather easy.”
Migoya nodded used to the arrogant attitude of this smug clan.
The pair stared at one another, the Uchiha first confident, then perplexed as his jutsu seemed to fail. Migoya gave a small apologetic smile, as if unsure as to why this mans jutsu wasn’t working. The smile soon faded as the Uchiha activated his sharingan… the one thing Migoya hated above all dojutsu.
Migoya now stood, his eyes unfailingly looking into his partners, whose now stood wide open. A beat of sweat dripped down the side of the Uchiha’s face as he suddenly realised that he had frozen into place, his body bound by Migoya’s simple, unrelenting, focused jutsu.
“Hmm. So thats what was missing. Thank you.”
That secret, that one tiny secret that the ANBU held so dear in order to use their jutsu was now his.
Looks like I didn’t need your permission to become ANBU after all Takeshi…
To a Nara that was quite funny.
Upon arriving in the land of the Moon, Migoya was surprised then to see that an academy of sorts was available specifically to train individuals in specialized techniques… for a price. His main purpose there was to find a place that his clan could settle down, and despite the beauty of the place it was clear that his families particular talents would go head to head with the resident powerhouse - the Shrine.
It was with this knowledge that Migoya, dressed casually and was able to stand before several individuals who were willing to help him shape his chakra to enable the use of ANBU jutsu.
“The ANBU need to me amoral, unbiased, and unflinchingly certain in their duties. It is that focus that drives the power behind the jutsu and is why many cannot utilize their abilities. Here we will strip away your uncertainty and open your chakra pathways to the use of these jutsu.”
Migoya nodded along with the others in the class. Each had been stripped to the waist, making Migoya’s scar-ridden torso visible, and now knelt in seiza before their sensei.
“Now - find a partner. Look into their eyes, and try to overcome their will. No genjutsu.”
Migoya turned to the man beside him, another bloody Uchiha. That clan really needed birth control. The man smirked at him, realising that Migoya did not have the vaunted sharingan that he had, and that overcoming this skinny, scarred albino freak would be easy.
Idiot.
Migoya gave a small nod and smiled at the man. “Hello. Well, I’m not sure what we are doing here, so if you have an idea go ahead - you stare me down”.
“Hmph. Well, ok - but I will go easy on you. My clan is the best with ocular jutsu, and the body bind one just demonstrated should be rather easy.”
Migoya nodded used to the arrogant attitude of this smug clan.
The pair stared at one another, the Uchiha first confident, then perplexed as his jutsu seemed to fail. Migoya gave a small apologetic smile, as if unsure as to why this mans jutsu wasn’t working. The smile soon faded as the Uchiha activated his sharingan… the one thing Migoya hated above all dojutsu.
Migoya now stood, his eyes unfailingly looking into his partners, whose now stood wide open. A beat of sweat dripped down the side of the Uchiha’s face as he suddenly realised that he had frozen into place, his body bound by Migoya’s simple, unrelenting, focused jutsu.
“Hmm. So thats what was missing. Thank you.”
That secret, that one tiny secret that the ANBU held so dear in order to use their jutsu was now his.
Looks like I didn’t need your permission to become ANBU after all Takeshi…
WC: 579
