
Much to his surprise, the face that greeted him was none other than that man, Takaji Osada. He was still for a moment, trying to remember the instance that they first met. Surely, there was a kind of arrogance that the man displayed in front of them that was gathered, and the confidence to even be in good communication and regard with the Raikage. This only confirms it. This man was definitely someone beyond his rank. And to think that he was walking around the Sileo without the mask, though clearly he wore a uniform that very much resembled that of an anbu’s. He kept his guard up, even as the other greeted them with a half-hearted commendation of Honnou’s performance. He knew there was something wrong with the situation, especially when the man’s eyes were far from being cheery and the plain sight of his weapon.
“I’ll do so after we get him treated,” said Uri. A medical team should have been stationed outside the training room, waiting for the result. It was likely the Sentou Henkan from the Medical Branch who was called for this purpose. And as if on cue, due to Kaji’s own entrance, leaving the door open, a masked doctor did enter the vicinity and hastily went over to Honnou’s side to inspect him. Uri would let the boy down on the ground to let the Sentou Henkan perform a first aide treatment to his injuries, the warm glow of chakra instantly filling the space with vibrant green light, much akin to Kaji’s eyes.
At that, Uri turned his attention back to the man with authority. The light from the glowing chakra that gleamed against Kaji’s eyes only made them far more serious and deadly, sending a brief moment’s chill down Uri’s spine, but he didn’t move. “I did not think you were someone from ANBU. My apologies,” Uri began as he slowly took off the red oni mask to reveal his face. It was considered rude to hide behind anonymity when someone, especially of higher rank– something he was assuming at this point– was addressing you. And so, he let the other catch a glimpse of his own red hair and red eyes, almost as red as the mask he wore, and just to put their encounter into context once more as they had recently met by the village gate.
“Under normal circumstances, I would not tell you the details, but seeing as you’re someone close to the Raikage, I suspect you’re someone who can simply pull authority over me anyway,” he began, not so much in hopes of spiting the latter with his rank, but more so as if he was talking to himself.
“Today was an evaluation. This boy was apparently recommended to part-take in the training of an ANBU operative. But because he’s from a different branch, they… the other anbu officials decided to make sure if the boy has what it takes to even qualify so they gave me the task of meeting him here and test it out.”
And that’s when Uri realized it himself. The boy was obviously far below his rank. There was reason for concern to his safety as well as the man’s seemingly building up rage. This was a mismatch and though the boy was enthusiastically trying to prove himself, it was almost seemingly decided from the start. But for what reason? Only words of caution from Shuuten would resound in his head at that point. He was always different. He was a special case, so to speak, having learned and taught far from the anbu’s prying eyes, isolated and then suddenly introduced into the force when he was allowed to. But it was by the Raikage’s decision that he was even allowed to live, to be trained and to be included in the anbu in the first place, thus it was normal if there were any jealousy among others. Jealousy was a mild word. Spite should be the right one. Shuuten always warned him of his risk as a jinchuuriki, but he also reminded him that not everyone in anbu would be so kind to him for how he suddenly appeared in their ranks, especially beyond missions. That would prove why he was assigned to the gates for cold nights and why he got tonight’s mission as well.
Maybe they thought that if the boy had talent, they could belittle Uri’s own potential and have him demoted, perhaps even reassessed and cast out. Or in the chance the boy would die, they would have a reason for Uri to be tried and equally be cast aside. Maybe he even knew their aims from the start. And yet, Uri didn’t refuse. To refuse the task given to him that night was to show his deficiency, and it would have shown badly on Shuuten or the Raikage. And all the more when the boy appeared, all cheery and high-spirited to perform. It would be a disrespect to the boy if he toyed around with him in the fight.
“It’s essential to let the boy know what he’s getting himself into. He needs to know that there are possibilities of death even during training, because these things happen in real missions. To be an ANBU means you won’t flinch even at the gutting of a knife to your stomach. You need to retain a clear head amidst the pressure, and you have to face the mission with all you’ve got. He was brave and stubborn, but he also has a gift and the potential. To someone who had such a soul that wanted to go against destiny itself, I may have been the one that lost. I let go of my neutrality. I let his enthusiasm get the best of me and I ended up making it more difficult than necessary. But I think it wasn’t wrong. It’d be a disrespect to his efforts to be toyed around with.”
Then again, perhaps he was talking too much. Perhaps he was trying to justify his actions as he had experienced the same thing. He knew he was taken in under not so normal circumstances and that most of the time, it was real when those words - to prove yourself or die trying - were uttered on a daily basis like a chant. If it wasn’t them, it was him. Because his only purpose was to live as an asset, not as a burden. It was a long road for him, through those years isolated and heavily trained, constantly reminded, and even now, still threatened by death as he was a risk due to the demon inside. Even if it wasn’t a demon in actuality, it was and has always been treated as one, and by extension, so was he. He glances at the oni mask he held before he tucked it inside his coat.
“Oh well. I guess I’ll do what it takes to give back to the Raikage and be his guard. Even if it means doing this all the time, or baby-sitting new kids, or watching the gates. Until those men are satisfied, I’ll do my part… or am I mistaken?” Or so he would say, but he simply shuts his mouth and stares even towards Kaji, waiting for the other’s response, leaving everything else unspoken. And yet, the smell of burnt cloth and skin wafted through the air, the gleam of the healing chakra still shone, but at least he could feel a bit of life in the young chakra pulse to their side where the boy was taken cared of by the masked Sentou Henkan.