Name that Jutsu! [Class|Private]

[Tatsuo]

This was home. Tatsuo forgot just how much he missed the Dojo, it was a plain building but it meant more to him then anything in the world. There were so many memories made in the fields around it and the training done inside it made him the shinobi he was today. It was his first time back since he returned to Kumogakure. He thought it irresponsible to just head straight for the Dojo without making sure the rest of his squad was settled. However with the rest of them recovering after the long and tedious journey, Tatsuo was taking some time for himself.

He placed his hand on the side of the building as he walked past it, it was obvious Hoshi was keeping good care of it, but still there were a few things that Tatsuo himself was needed for. With the formation of a few hand seals he began to recover some of the rotten supports and replaced them with strong, fresh, wood. It brought him back honestly, he remembered helping build it in the first place. His Wood Style coming in handy to help aid his friend, way before they had even dreamt of the Blazing Spirit. But the Dojo became so much more, it's where they pushed each other and mastered themselves as shinobi. He wondered if Hira ever stopped by, but was quickly lost to his thoughts as he completed idle chores around the Dojo.

It wasn't long until Tatsuo was just tired, despite being able to fight for days if he needed to, there was something about doing actual work that always made him lethargic. Sitting outside under an awning he leaned up against a building and began to sip on a thing of lemonade as he watched the clouds pass by. A nice quiet day, what else could he ask for..

WC: 309/1500
PC: 1/5

[A class with Matsuko and Asami]

 

[Matsuko]

"Hello?" Matsuko, with knuckles sharp enough to cut into the paper they knocked upon, stood loyally at an entrance. "Hello, is anyone...?" She huffed, clenching a pen tight in the other hand.

It was too late to change her assignment's focus. The paper was due tomorrow, and besides, she couldn't even think of any other "peculiar" establishments around town. They were supposed to find hole-in-the-wall businesses, talk to the owners about succeeding in spite of their odd prospects, you know; boost their own feelings about being strange young things. You're odd and you can make it too, just like these places. Just like the... Matsuko blinked down at her paper and clipboard. Blazing Spirit Dojo. Some places were really low-key, subtle about their names. Elegant, refined, silk hiding steel. But this one didn't even hide it. And that, she had reasoned with the teacher, was weird enough, right?

The place still had a sign mounted, and some of the siding even looked fresher than days before, so it must've been succeeding somehow. Someone must be maintaining it, not that she ever actually saw anyone out there on her walks home. Yes. There had to be someone in there. In full belief of that, Matsuko knocked again, sharper.

Nothing.

Looking side-to-side, checking the traffic of the area--not much, thankfully; she would rather not be caught actually attending a dojo, odd or otherwise--Matsuko leapt up on a little stack of stone slabs. It stood just high enough to get a peek in past the screen windows, but just low enough for an effortless jump. Not that it actually lended her information. For some reason, she'd never pictured the inside of the place to look so clean and sparkly. The wood flooring looked nearly as quality as that of the academy's training rooms. Huh. Guess it was a real dojo.

She squinted and sniffed. Cleaning supplies. Exactly as she thought. Nothing stayed that sparkly without lemon-scented cleaner behind it, somewhere. Where there was lemon-scented cleaner, a mop. And where there was a mop, there was almost certainly... a janitor.

Hopping off the stone stack, she eagerly rounded a corner. No door on this side, just windows. A janitor, that'd be fine. They could at least tell her about the place. Another corner rounded, hurrying past more windows, more paneling, a guy. Heck, if she needed to, she could probably just fabrica--

Oh. She turned around. A guy.

"Do..." Matsuko tilted her head and looked at him. "Do you work here?"

WC: 422
PC: 1/5

 

[Saotome Asami]

The Saotome family had earned themselves a marvellous deal – a free shinobi with unlimited hires! Of course, Asami’s mother would never mention to her face the upside of her conscription, but a physically fit young lady was much less likely to complain around being sent on errands. Advertising was her goal for the day – armed with a stack of flyers, she had been tasked with spreading brand awareness! She didn’t mind. Leaflets were fairly inoffensive, and she could keep herself on the move. At least, that was what she would usually claim. Why her mother thought the inhabitants of Kumo’s forest would benefit from a bakery well away from their area was beyond her… But she lived under the woman’s roof, and couldn’t afford to face her wrath.

She’d made it two-thirds of the way down her route when she arrived at the dojo. Seeing as she almost never had a reason to visit the forest, it was no surprise to her that she found something new and interesting in it. What was interesting was that said thing wasn’t bearing a set of teeth at her; what little she knew about the area told her that it wasn’t the safest place to be. For what it was worth, she hadn’t come across any crazed escapees or vicious beasts… Yet. The faster she finished, the longer she could keep things that way.

A quick glance told her the building was being upkept, which meant it had an owner, or at least enough users to keep the place together. A little community hotspot like that would be perfect for her to leave some flyers at, as long as she got permission to do so. Leaving dozens of flyers lying in somebody else’s business would be rude otherwise. She set herself to looking, but she barely took a few steps before she heard a voice, albeit a bit too far for her to understand. The faintest of smiles showed. It seemed that her job would be even easier than she had expected.

Rounding a corner led her to her goal. A teenage boy, and behind him a child with fabulous hair. Which one of them was the senior, if either of them were? There was only one way to find it. She put on a well-rehearsed business smile and made her intentions clear. “Excuse me, sir and miss…? I’m looking for the owner of this establishment, or somebody that works here if they’re not around. Just for a small request.” She made no effort to hide the papers in her hand.

WC: 428 (1/5)​

 

[Tatsuo]

Before Tatsuo knew it there were two girls who approached the Dojo both wondering if he worked there. His brows furrowed as the Jonin stretched his arms above his head and took a final sip of his lemonade placing the glass to the side of him. Glancing to the both of him with a smile as he leaned over his own legs, resting his arms on his knees. "Sort of, I guess?" Tatsuo answered in regards to working here. In a way he did, but it was more of a lifestyle than a job. "I've been cleaning it for the better part of the day but i'm not exactly an employee." he joked a bit as he stood up.

Tatsuo wasn't wearing a headband or anything, there was a good chance neither of them would even notice he was a shinobi. He did a final stretch and let out a little yawn, "So what are both of you here for? Looking to train or.." he looked at the stack of papers in Asami's hands and the pen and paper in Matsuko's. An interview maybe? He wasn't really sure, maybe they were here to see Hoshi he thought for a moment. "If you guys are here to see Hoshi, I don't think he's around. But I can probably leave a message for him if you'd like? He pops in here a lot, so if you come at another time he might be here if it's something you'd rather say in person."

"If that's not it, is there anything else I can help with?" Tatsuo asked as he crossed his arms and looked at the girls, he didn't seem bothered in the slightest, if anything he seemed more annoyed by the fact that he couldn't help more.

WC: 604
PC: 2/5

 

[Matsuko]

He looked a bit older than her. That alone gave the young girl a kind of deer-in-headlights sort of demeanor upon getting his attention. Practiced shinobi were always very intimidating, whether you found them right at home or in Port Cirrus, but there was something more so about ones just a few years older. They were just the right age to get away with dangling her over a cliff or something. Or at least be smacked on the wrist for it, and told they were too old for games like that. They usually all had the moral shortcomings required for such rough-housing as well... not that it got any better, she supposed, with age. Gods know Rin would dangle her off a cliff if it meant getting all the feeling in her hand back, or something of the sort. And she was what, 50? Sometimes it really did feel like the old bat was right about her nonsensical anti-shinobi mutterings.

The boy didn't really prove any of said mutterings, though; he seemed far too lax to be a cliff-dangler. Thankfully, her deer-in-headlights gaze dissipated into a sparkle. Information. Information was to be had.

"Hoshi?" The owner, perhaps? She scribbled that down. "No, no, anyone here is fine." Matsuko's big gold half-moon eyes flicked from the teenager to a girl closer in age; the brightness of admiration (such a soft smile, pretty red hair, ah) lit said eyes, and then, like old light-bulbs, blew. The realization that it was another student there--witnessing her, flunky Matsuko, in front of a dojo, in the killer forest of all places--flattened sparkling honey down to sun-bleached teak. Dammit. She had a reputation to keep. A reputation of mediocre background shadow-ness. It kept her nice and safe. And now this.

She stared for a second at the girl, thinking with the blankest of faces. Her eyes flicked, dry and bled of nonsense, back to the boy.

"Yes, I'm actually..." she spoke cut and dry, though it was pure fallacy, "...here for a class. My instructor told me that I would find the information I sought here at Blazing Spirit." I mean, it wasn't a complete lie; she did need information from Blazing Spirit. Maybe not about what her tone so poetically suggested, but, close enough. Important nonetheless!

Besides, if she was going to be caught red-handed trying to actually do good at school by a classmate, she was going to make it worth her while. Her face and posture made themselves into that of upstanding students; straight, hardened, full of vigor. She raised her clipboard and pen, both tightly clenched, into the air, striking a stance.

"Please, janitor-san! I'm trying my best to learn today! Teach me!"

Specifically, about your average amount of clients per day and annual profits...

WC: 461
PC: 2/5

 

[Saotome Asami]

Asami, on the other hand, showed little fear for her own well-being. As far as she could tell, the man was not an employee, so she had nothing to worry about. Nobody in the area was capable of snapping her legs before she could take a step, as her mind was quick to remind her whenever class was in session. The man in front of her, though? He looked harmless. A little goofy, even. His attempts to relax in a dangerous forest helped to paint that picture.

He didn’t sound sure as to whether he was employed, so his role couldn’t have been major. He was, however, the best she had on offer. The other girl sounded like she was just as in need as she was- Well, if Asami failed at the dojo, it would only extend her route another ten minutes or so. Wait. The girl was staring at her. She looked back, bearing the same smile and holding back the confusion.

“I think there is.” She returned her attention to the boy, holding her papers an inch further away from her, and recited her spiel for the fifth time that day. “I have these flyers for a family-run bakery, over in the Susukino District. We like to offer small bonuses to get locals to try out, so if you visit with one of these, you can get a little discount! Wouldn’t it be nice if you could support a local business and give back to your patrons? If you wouldn’t mind, you can do both. I’ll leave a few of them here for your visitors and they can see what we’re all about.” Perfect, as always. Mrs Saotome would be proud; even if she’d lost her budding businesswoman to the shinobi, she hadn’t forgotten her skills. That included knowing when she was about to lose a deal, and she realised a few seconds too late what the other girl’s game was. The details were unclear, but she was trying to steal his attention away for some ploy of her own. She couldn’t have that, could she? Her brow furrowed, if only for a moment. She needed to sweeten the deal somehow… And she went with the first solution that came to mind. “In exchange, I can try the classes here, so I can tell our guests what’s on offer!”

‘Wait, what? That’s a terrible idea,’ she realised. ‘Is it? I mean, a dojo can’t be much worse than anything in the academy. I can show her up, no problem, and get back home in time for the new Magical Bunny episode. Yeah. I’ve got this.’ She nodded in agreement with herself, eager eyes darting back and forth between the two.

WC: 453/881 (2/5)​

 

[Tatsuo]

Now it was Tatsuo's turn to look like a deer in head lights, placing down the lemonade and waving his hands in front of him and shaking his head, "Huh, I mean yeah, i'll teach you guys anything you want and uhhh sure i'll try the bakery.. but learning something? I uhh.. we're not really like your typical dojo that you pay to train or whatever. I don't care about money or anything, i'm a shinobi anyways so I can make my money like that.. it's more to help youth become better in the sense.. like as good guys ya' know?" He began to grow more accustomed to the conversation and now that it was in an area he was confident in, the tone of his voice grew a bit more serious but not at all stern. It was obvious this was important to him, but not in a way to make others uncomfortable, as much as he just wanted to share his own passion for the subject.

"Lots of times they teach you all the stuff 'bout being a ninja in the academy, you know, how to do jutsu and gather information.. but they don't teach you the real important stuff... like uhh.." he stood up and stretched for a bit, giving a long hum as he thought of a good example. Bringing a hand to his chin he rubbed for a bit before his face filled with another huge smile. "Like.. naming your jutsu!" instantly he realized that wasn't THAT important, but oh well he said it. Time to roll with it.

"All the good ninja have amazing names for their techniques, ya' know? Let me guess.. when you do a jutsu you probably just do it and don't even say anything.." he shook his head a few times in an over-exaggerated fashion. Walking away from the two girls he got some distance in the field, "That just doesn't work for top tier shinobi like us!" he said pointing a thumb to himself, "Ya see we gotta have cool names for our jutsu... like this one!" His hands shot into a rapid succession of hand seals, some that might be difficult for the girls to keep up with. And before they knew it, a giant bear, the height of the dojo even, rose from the earth, created entirely from wood. It leapt and crashed into the trees, making the very ground around them shake! All the while he was forming those hand seals he shouted, "Wood Style: Great Leaping Bear of Destruction!" A bit overboard, but he was being funny for the most part. Even Jonin had to have fun.

Turning back to the two, as if he'd not even performed a high level technique he said "See what I mean? Now! Show me what you've got!"

WC: 1075/1500
PC: 3/5