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Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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Running with the Canine

Takahashi Aki

Takahashi Aki

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Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. Kitchy was scraping at the door. The husky very much wanted to go for a walk. Sousuke would acquire the leash. "Alright girl."<i></i> He spoke as he approached the door. The canine blinked, leapt up and placed both of her paws on his shoulders. "Alright. Let's go for a walk then."<i></i> He spoke as he attached the leash. The canine let out a woof, and seemed to be overly delighted in the notion of going for said walk. "Tama, don't burn the house down while we're out."<i></i> He called out as he closed the door.

The Steward and his canine went for a walk, which turned into a slight jog now. This thing called free time was an anomally. Ever since Katuso had become Kazekage, Sousuke had a few extra hours in the day to do things. Most of the things he did in this time was considered normal, and in this time he was going to walk his canine companion. Usually it was grandmother who walked his dog, but here now and today it was going to be Sousuke. It was refreshing to say the least. Of the two, it seemed like Kitchy would tire out first, and would stop the jog. The canine would stop moving and would look to Sousuke to have a break. "Ah. Right. You don't have mechanical legs."<i></i> He realized as he looked down at his own mechanical legs. "Alright girl let's have a break then."<i></i> With that the two would find a bench to have a seat at. Sousuke would summon a bag and search it for a snack or a treat to give Kitchy. He would look through the bag trying to find something, "Hrmmm... I thought I packed something in here for you at least girl."<i></i>
 
There was no telling what would happen next within the village for her. Two years of seemingly endless training and missions appeared to have passed in a flash for her, no matter the amount of time she had spent away from the slums of the village she had grown to know as her home; a location she had since spent nearly half her life. That was what weighed upon her mind as she aimlessly wandered the streets, allowing for the Fates she once heralded to take her where they wished. It was then that she saw the man before her, one who would look familiar to any of the village. Was that meant to be what the Fates had in store?


"Are you looking for something, sir?" A lithe, womanly figure was standing in mid-step, looking down at the man rummaging through his bag. Quizzically looking down at the man with wide, violet colored eyes, she finished her step forward. Hiroe didn't take her questioning gaze away from the man and his companion, as though she was attempting to gauge the situation on her own without an answer from him. However, it was meant to be an innocent question. Coming to a halt, the simple black skirt she was wearing that day slowly stopped rustling as her body ceased its movement. Her light, white overcoat wore slightly opened, allowing for a full glimpse of her wardrobe; a black, loose fitting blouse, with skirt, knee-high light colored socks, and light colored shoes.

"Is there something I can help you with?" She asked again, more directly the next time, after alerting the stranger to her presence. Her gaze turned from the man to the animal next to him and back. From the appearance, it seemed as though the dog was worn out and they were taking a break, but the oddest part about the situation seemed to be the man's legs, shimmering in what light there was at the location - it appeared as though they were metallic. To that point it was something she had yet to see, and it was fascinating. A spark of curiosity was clearly evident in her stare, no matter how she attempted to hide it.

[MFT: 386]
 
Sousuke continued to go through his bag. He would continue to open up small compartments, and even those compartments had compartments. The bag he had some called it 'a bag of holding' jokingly because it always seemed that Sousuke was capable of putting almost anything in there once he broke it apart. He was approached by an Anbu-in-Training who was wearing her civilian clothes. "Hiroe of the house Shimazu."<i></i> He announced as she approached him. He would look up to her for a moment before returning to the bag. He had placed his hand it in and continued to delve into it. He blinked. "Ah. Yes. It was on that side."<i></i> He pulled his hand out, and then opened the zipper on another side of the bag. Hiroe approached him a bit closer. As she did so she would not only see his metallic legs, but his arm too was metallic. His machine hand would reach deep into the bag and pulled down many zippers.

He would ultimately find the dog treats. He would pull them out and open the little baggy. He would look to his canine and then to Hiroe. She inquired him if she could help him with something. He looked again from the canine to the Anbu in Training. "Do you like dogs? If you do ... would you like to feed her a treat?"<i></i> He would inquire. Pending the response, if answered yes, he would hand the bag to the white haired girl. He noticed that her eyes seemed to be locked onto his metallic limbs. Every once in a while people seemed to be drawn to his mechanical limbs. He wondered why that was the case, was it because of the science behind it? Was it grotesque? Judging from her glance it was not the latter of the many reasons for the stare. His metallic fingers would rise and fall against his metallic palm, a clattering noise would be heard as metal hit metal. "I suppose you're not familiar with the narrative as to how this came to be, are you?"<i></i> Most people, be they oratory storytellers or actually writers seemed to romanticize the notion of how he lost his arm to a sandworm. It happened not once but twice. The legs? Well, most people broke that down into something of an epic struggle as he fought against a giant monster who lurked in the waters near Soon's Sanctuary.
 
Halting in the middle of her cadence, it was though the world froze in that moment. Upon hearing her name uttered, she slowly felt as though she should be guarded in her further approach. Her surname was a plague attached to her, one that had caused nothing but destruction to those who surrounded her; a calamity she did not wish to bring upon her adopted home. The former Kazekage continued to rummage through the bag before him, as though it was an endless space that afforded him whatever he desired - perhaps a little much, if it brought such trouble to find the items desired at a given time.

The princess’ eyes widened further as the man exclaimed he had found the item he was searching for, upon his removal of the treats. It wasn’t for the items that were removed from the bag that her wonder and amazement grew, but the contraption that held them. She could do little else but wonder if the thing kneeling before her, feeding treats to the beast at his side, was more machine than man. ”I cannot state that I care deeply for them, sir,” she responded softly, attempting to show some semblance of respect, while responding negatively toward his pet. Her history with the creatures had been mixed. While there were fond memories that swam in her mind of being protected by the four legged creatures, the more prevalent in her mind were the fangs lashing out toward her from the commands of her would be captors.

”There are many items that are as of yet confusing, sir,” she proclaimed at his next question. Her gaze simply chose to dash between the metallic appendages attached to him, not realizing how rude she was likely being. In her mind, she allowed to clanking to reverberate continuously, albeit quietly as to not interrupt their conversation.

”If you are willing, sir,” she began in an attempt o further her curiosity. ”I would be greatly appreciative of the story,” she concluded aloud.

[MFT: 336]
 
Sousuke would nod his head at Hiroe's respective answers. "Alright then."<i></i> Sousuke would lower his hand and his canine would let out a few barks before gobbling down the treat. Sousuke would scratch her behind the ears, "Maybe then you are a person who have a feline inclination."<i></i> He figured. There was also the chance that Hiroe may like fish, maybe goldfish perhaps. Very simple. Not long life expectancy. Kitchy was older than most dogs, but then again Kitchy was also quite a bit older than most canines.

Sousuke could sit back on the bench. "The story for my arm. Well, it goes back to when we finally reclaimed the surface. The now present Kazekage Sunahoshi Katuso took the fight to the storm itself. It was an odd place, deep within the desert yes, but it was something of a wonder really. It snowed, it rained, it thundered."<i></i> Sousuke spoke describing the situation in what was more or less a scientifically impossible situation. The elements in natural proper order did not work together in the way the Steward described it. "One of our companions, a medical nin who we hired to work with us was swallowed by the earth, and I joined her. We were in a pit, which turned out to actually be a sandworm tunnel. Not an adult one mind you. I suppose there are worse ways to lose an arm but..."<i></i> At this point Sousuke would provide a very surgical explanation as to how he lost his arm being that the sandworm had ate his arm, devoured it whole, and then proceeds to crush the bones that his arm consisted of, and in that it was nigh impossible to have his arm reconstructed. "At the time, I was given a sandworm arm to use, and that ... was unsettling. I wore in maybe for like three days before swapping it out to this metal arm which is of course more useful."<i></i> To show his point Sousuke would raise his metallic hand, and at the end little tweezers would be seen coming out of his digits along with tiny knives and the like. "It's rather helpful when it comes to crafting, that and a sandworm flesh arm is very heavy. I suppose I could bludgeon a person to death if I continually hit them with my forearm."<i></i> He proposed. He paused for a moment, and considered a slight pause before going on with the next story of how he got his legs. It was in that he realized he did not complete the first narrative, to which he finished it was curiously no embellishment.
 
"Alright then," the former Kazekage responded to her after she declined his offer. Her eyes flickered slightly as a response; a condition that she had obtained when she was young, after a ritual was performed in her home country. "Maybe then you are a person who have a feline inclination," he stated, as she felt a familiar sense of déjà vu; a feeling she had grown accustomed to for much of her life. More over, the conclusion he had drawn was a conclusion that she was in no hurry to correct. In truth, to that date she had yet to find an animal species that she was overtly fond of. There was little reason for such an attachment, given their fleeting lifespans in the flow of time; even less than that of an attachment toward another of her own species, given the world they had grown to live within.

"The story for my arm," he began. Her eyes flickered again in that moment as she caught herself staring at one who could pass as a man, that once led the village she had pledged herself to. As he continued to speak, her mind attempted to summon the images before it as he painted them, but failed to do so. No true form of sense could be made from the descriptions; her eyes trembled, as they closed in the form of a slow blink that lingered once the lids joined, only to open with renewed interest to his story. Falling into the pit, only for it to be revealed as a sandworm tunnel; a wandering shinobi, who nearly shared his own fate. All of which culminated into surgical firsts in an attempt to save him, even in an attempt to utilize the beasts that had been responsible for the loss of his arm to begin with. The longer the story went, the more surreal it became; nearly unbelievable until you saw the final proof before your eyes.

”Do you not like to speak of it?” came a curious question after she had long stood in silence. Her eyes became slightly softer, as the princess' mind began to venture into its own void. Loss and tragedy were anything but strangers to her mind. Something she seldom dwelt upon, but had in essence caused him to.

[MFT: 367]
 
The question about him speaking about it, and whether or not he liked it was something that did not really come to mind often. He thought about it. This was really the first time someone had asked him the question. It was almost refreshing. He rubbed his forehead, and then answered, "I don't like speaking about it in part because the whole story in itself seems to be out of some outlandish fiction written by an individual to attract avid readers."<i></i> Sousuke really was a man for the mundane, but he found himself surrounded by the extraordinary on multiple occasions. His former sennins were entities of mysticism. His closest friends were involved with mysticism, as one of them now was comprised of sand and could shapeshift seeming at will. His Kazekage, who was also his cousin, was a person completely comprised of mysticism - being that his broken body was repaired in ways which more or less defied modern medicine, and spat in its face. "Yet. I participated in it."<i></i> Sousuke never really sat down and considered his accomplishments. Him losing his arm was perfectly fine. It didn't bother him considering he was so grown accustomed to his metallic arm. The surface had been regained and that in itself was priceless.

"My legs on the other hand, an equally outlandish story."<i></i> He would then go into the second narrative which indeed what he said it was going to be. "Soon's Sanctuary was attacked by a Sea Monster who had hyper regenerative qualities. No matter how much lightning or plasma I conjured and fired at the beast I could not seemingly permanently damage the creature."<i></i> He paused for a moment, "It lured myself and the sennin Senju Kazuki outside of the trade city and into the ocean. We were again hard pressed, and I decided to take the initative and get swallowed by the beast. I considered one of two things, brain death or destroying its heart. At the time I had considered it was the blood that was regenerating the beast."<i></i> In all of this, Sousuke delivered a very straight forward narrative of how he was crushed by muscles, attacked by blood cells as he was considered an infection but he did indeed made his way to the heart and detonated plasma stars which burned the heart of this monster into nothingness. He also added the not so very heroic mention of straight falling due to exhaustion and how he was indeed saved by his sennin as drowning was perhaps a very miserable and terrible way to die.
 
The former Kazekage was not the only one walking a pet today. Hakuren as well was enjoying a casual stroll with her Kojoro. Kojoro was not a dog or wolf but a vixen, a female fox. Hakuren did not leash Kojoro for pets were trained enough to walk beside her without the need for restraints. Hakuren had quite a number of animals in which she calls her companion. To call here back yard a petting zoo would not be an understatement. However her animals serve a purpose. One of the first skills a Yamanaka learns is the ability to communicate with others telepathically by sharing thoughts. Not limited to words, the Yamanaka may communicate through sharing pictures, memories, and even learn to share sensory input between themselves and others. Hakuren uses this ability on a daily basis to mitigate her blindness by linking to her pets and have them stream live sensory input into her. She also gives commands through the same method using moving pictures to convey a command. Hakuren found such communication with her pets far more effect than basic verbal communication.

Seeing a couple of people at a bench, Hakuren allows Kojoro to run of ahead of her. Through the foxes ears she hears the story being told. By the time she herself reaches them the story had ended. Hakuren was not sure if Kojoro was brave or foolish, but she was smacking the wolf’s tail in effort to get his attention. The fox wanted to play and finds enjoyment in the chase. “Sorry if Kojoro was bothering you. She can be a mischievous one.” Despite her master’s words Kojoro would continue to goad the wolf into play.

“The monster you speak of sounds quite dangerous. Though forgive if I may ask, but what is the ocean like? I’m afraid I’ve known nothing but desert.” The blind woman asks. Her family would never permit her to leave the village due to her chronic anemia and she has yet to send a pet that far away from the village. Hakuren wonders what type of creatures inhabit it other than this sea monster. She would love to enter their minds and see what life is under the sea. "Actually would you mind showing me?" Hakuren would out stretch a hand for the mechanical ninja to take. If he accepts she would form a sensory link with him, which would allow him to to give her his memories of the ocean.
 
The world Hiroe had come to find herself in was one of wonder, if not deemed fiction to most by the standards of most of the commoners that resided within it. They knew nothing of the world that shinobi found themselves a natural part of; it was something she could easily attest to herself. While her early life was that as a member of royalty, which in itself was unusual for others, it was that of one who had no working knowledge of how to utilize the chakra that resided within her. Had the Fates not deemed her destiny was to leave her homeland, she likely would have never experienced the tribulations of having to learn how to utilize her own chakra, or, as she learned through the academy within her new home, the life force the resided in all living things that could be utilized to bring into existence what she would once call magick in her own lands. Her own powers of time that were being utilized within the village would not have grown into the strength they found themselves after their years of forced growth by her new guardians, for lack of a better term.

"There have been many outlandish feats in our world that have transpired throughout time which defy rational explanation," she proclaimed. She knew of the history of their continent from the precised birth of it, so as to what her family line had been told. To that date, she had no reason to believe otherwise; even when it came to what had once been outlandish, when it came to the monsters that dwelt in their world, from the Sandworms in her new home, to even that of monsters that dwelt in the sea; there neared a point that she could almost believe anything that would occur around her, taking it in with a great level of curiosity, as she attempted to rationalize it. "At the very least from those who have not been enlightened to the nature of the world of shinobi we find ourselves within," it was not meant to be viewed in a way to discredit the stories of the former Kazekage, but to allow credence to them and allow for him to know she believed him in full.

Before them, a fox ran into the confines of the group; it would be easy to deem it as an unexpected event, given the often elusive nature of the particular mammal. Rather than a look of curiosity on her face, her eyes would narrow at animal, as though she was attempting to determine if the newcomer was to be deemed a threat or not. It wasn't long before its appearance that the voice of its presumed owner or companion broke through the sounds of the fox seemingly attempting to agitate the dog. She would slowly turn her head toward the new arrival, as she took on the images of the remaining area in stride, should a conflict break out. There were few hiding spots that were located in the vicinity, which was ideal for the situation.

The woman who approached the two couldn't have been much older than Hiroe herself, from appearance; just as her appearance gave an approximate age however, it also gave telltale signs of weakness. The woman's slight muscular weaknesses were easy to see; particular for that of Hiroe, who herself suffered from extensive weaknesses throughout her childhood that only became lessened through heightened usages of chakra. Exercise was likely all that was needed in the case of the older woman, though it was likely something that she already had attempted.

Ultimately, the conclusion the princess of the Mountain country came to was: this person was no threat to the previous Kazekage.

Her eyes fluttered inside closed lids. Upon opening, they seemed to have a soft appearance, though remained emotionless, as she watched the fox run up to the canine belonging to the former Kazekage. It was as though nothing in the moment had changed from her own memories of the approaching situation. In stride, she turned toward the approaching newcomer before words were uttered to alert them to her presence, as still calm appearance over her.

“Endless salt water,” she started in response to the statements that were made concerning the ocean. “A seemingly endless amount of life unknown to those who live on land,” she continued. “That is a rough summation of the sea,” came the conclusion. The truth of the matter was that she, too, was clueless of the sea aside from what she had been taught and had read herself. Within her life, there had been mountains, moments of valleys, rivers and lakes; then the endless sea of sand and caverns she had called home. She had yet to venture far from her new home, in the despair that she was likely still being hunted for in her homeland.

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The portion of RP marked with strike text can be used if you disagree with Hiroe causing slight time manipulation within the post (possible due to being a Temporal Strider). Otherwise she has changed the moments before her own interactions with Hakuren Kojoro began, which is what the italicized text represents, for clarification.

[MFT: 814 words]
 
Hiroe's commentary provided something reassuring. She believed him. Some people did, others didn't and tried to further push the story further so as to sell a number of books. The Steward was knowing as the working Kazekage, a man who did not lock himself in a tower but was active in most parts of the village. While the Grand Palais was a place of infamy, Sousuke still went there on countless occasions to fix up what he could there. There was one word in particular that Hiroe had used that had brought him round. Shinobi. Sousuke hadn't really considered it to be his profession first and foremost. He considered himself Steward, Caretaker, and politician for the most part. He had the training. He had the skillset. It had become all second nature to him really. At first his metal arm was foreign to him, as were his legs, but it had all become second nature. The machine of a man seemed to accept this. "Indeed."<i></i> He answered in a singular word. Curiously Kitchy who had been silent all of this time let out a singular bark and a nod of the head too. Kitchy too was a creation of the Shinobi arts, well more technology really, but one could argue the two were the same.

A fox approached them. Sousuke's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. For a moment he thought it was Curua, but it wasn't. Wrong type of fox. His eyes relaxed as he was done identifying the type of foxes and their basic detailing information. Kitchy looked to Sousuke, and both of them exchanged glances. The fox was trying to get Kitchy to play and the husky remained seated and merely looked to Sousuke. The canine didn't give a pleading look, but Sousuke would give her a nod and so the husky would indeed head off to play. "No. Kojoro was not a bother, Haruken."<i></i> Sousuke would answer on a first name basis. Haruken would then ask what the ocean was like. Hiroe had answered for the most part. All the same Sousuke would reach out with his metallic hand. His version of the ocean was a more vicious and violent image in question. The creatures that lurked in the ocean, or rather the singular creature he had faced was monstrous in size and larger than a number of buildings. A sort of foreboding darkness was present. The ocean was certainly not friendly, and it was certainly something foreign and alien. It was indeed the endless water that Hiroe had described, and what Sousuke's mind would present was something that was limitless. "Seemingly endless amounts of life. There are creatures that are out there that can survive the crushing depths. None of my armours are made for water combat, but ... suffice to say I was lucky in the sense I was not fighting in the depths."<i></i>
 
Hakuren notices how Sousuke refers to her by name without her introducing herself first. “Does my reputation precedes me or do you know the names of every shinobi in the village?” As soon as the canine was given permission to play, Kojoro was off like a rocket. Unfortunately Kojoro was serving as Hakuren's eyes, so without her present Hakuren was now completely blind. “And there goes my sight.” Hakuren in that moment felt as if she was lost in a sea of ink. She performs some hand seals for a crystal jutsu and two serpentine creatures rise out of the earth like it was water.

Scales black as night decorated the first serpent and with bat like wings it flew into the air. It’s eyes were bright red rubies and on its forehead was a white crescent moon. The other snake was white as snow and flies with the wings of a bird. The White one’s eyes were dim emeralds and on it’s forehead was a black sun. The two of them hissed as they circle around the three of them. Occasionally they would intertwine with each other and then separate again. Hakuren used her sensor link on this creation jutsu so that she could see what was around her.

Hiroe and Sousuke both yielded their answers to her ocean question. The girl gave a very textbook answer while the former kazekage's answer held more emotion to it. The two winged snakes would speak in a poetic fashion and exchanged turns between each line. There voices were distinct. The white was clearly male, while the black one had a feminine tone.

Still, calm and tranquil
but look below the surface
a monster may lurk
a warning my dear diver
The mind is much like the sea​


It was a tanka that was told to her by her father. Her father told her this when she wanted to stop possessing animals and try possessing people. Hakuren did not heed her father’s words but she quickly came to realize the truth of them.
 
The others seemed to be having their own conversation at a level the former princess did not understand. There had not been a point in her life within the village, nor predating her time there, where she had felt comfortable enough with another soul where she would have willingly shared a physical, let alone spiritual connection. And imbuing chakra into another; allowing them to sense your visions through such an intimate connection, was something the lonely princess could not dare to even imagine. That chance of warmth had all but been robbed from her early in life and upon gazing upon the scene with the emotion befitting a metallic heart, she even lacked the care of wonder on if she would even experience such a feeling within her lifetime.

"What form of creatures are these?" she pondered aloud at the sight of the snakes springing to life. To a point, Hiroe prided herself upon her studious nature; quickly learning of the history and nature of the village she had come to call home, as well as her learning of the flora and fauna of the nation, as it quickly became apparent of its capable ability of destruction, should it desire. And yet despite her restless days within the confines of the vast library afforded to the village, she had yet to read of such life forms; forms that appeared to be quite interesting to the waking eye. "Or is this some technique I have no knowledge of?" she pondered out loud once again.

[MFT: 253 words]
 
Sousuke's eyes narrowed ever so slightly in the question that was asked of him. "The latter more so than the former really, however, I am Steward of the realm, and for a time I was Kazekage. I think the answer lies in that in itself."<i></i> Sousuke answered formally. A leader who did not know his people, was in fact a poor leader. While Sousuke was not charismatic individual he had knowledge of everyone around him. Sometimes it came as a surprise that he knew people of a lower social or economical position, but it was an appreciated quality that he had. Everything and almost everyone was accounted for in the Steward's mind. The purple haired man would watch now as the fox ran off. He blinked twice. "I suppose that proves to be a problem doesn't it. Maybe you should just have a seat then and wait for playtime to complete itself?"<i></i> He suggested. If Harkuen was indeed still using the animal as vision, it would perhaps prove to be maybe dizzying or something of the sort.

Haruken had created a pair of two winged snakes which spoke a poem. The Steward watched curiously and listened to the voices. This was nothing out of the ordinary for the Steward but for Hiroe this was something a little different. "The created sort. Artificial."<i></i> Sousuke answered. His flesh hand would rub his metallic arm absent mindedly as he did this. "Some ninjutsu, and in the odd case genjutsu, allow an individual to call forth creatures from various ... realms. I could right now conjure a summoning circle and summon forth a very large Hercules Beetle, or summon an Elder Crone who is a toad. This is not of that line of technique. This is of the elemental animation sort, where one makes use of an elemental and shapes it into a being of sorts."<i></i> He would look over to Haruken now. He knew the jutsu itself, but he was not certainly as creative with it as she was. "What an artistic mind you have."<i></i> He spoke paying a compliment to the blinded Suna nin.
 
Hakuren stomach growls with an audible roar that makes her blush a tint of red. She unfortunately skipped breakfast this morning but she did come here after passing by the market, so she did had a few ingredients on her. “The jutsu is called Obsidian Dragon and it is a crystal jutsu.” Hakuren then uses a reflective surface jutsu to create a mirror and then infuses it with kinetic energy. She then has the round mirror float in the air parallel to the ground. “Thank you, I like to think I have quite the creative mind.” Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a green pepper and a couple of mushroom and tosses them into the air. With a series of wind slashes she dices the ingredients before they land on the mirror. “Sometimes I think people limit themselves on how jutsu is used. They think it’s only good for combat.” Hakuren then takes a couple of eggs and cracks them one at a time on top of the mirror. “They don’t bother to make it look beautiful because they only care about the damage.” Hakuren use immolation armor around her left hand to engulf it flame and holds it under the mirror. The mirror being metal acts like a skillet and begins to cook the food. Hakuren then pulls out a pair of plastic chopsticks with her right hand and scrambles the eggs. “Perhaps I can teach a class on using jutsu artistically.” After the eggs were ready she end her immolation armor and does a rinse off jutsu to clean her chopsticks from any raw egg. “What do you think?” Hakuren then sits down on the bench, levitates the mirror closer to her and starts to eat. “Oh where it my manner this morning. Do you to want some I think I might have enough to make some more.”

[Ooc: Since Sousuke is council, consider this my way of asking council permission to teach classes]
 
"I see," she stated after listening to the Steward's explanation. It appeared as though there were far more things to research from the world she found herself within. She had for the past two years been more fixated on the Corps, as that was where the fates had led her, than researching techniques she had little knowledge of. However, no matter how she looked upon the snakes before her, it seemed to be a weak technique overall, if that was all it could do. The key statement that was made to her ears was the fact that he called it artistic. While gazing upon the creation before them, she didn't even hear the utterance of the name of the technique, before uttering out an inattentive: "Humorous," as a whisper. While it was something she had meant to state within her mind alone, but it had slipped out into the air without her even noticing as she was transfixed upon the technique. She forced herself to tune back into the conversation, rather than obsessing over the floating serpents; only to see additional fervent usage of techniques. To most it would likely be viewed as a complement, while to her mind they had simply become wasted effort that afforded nothing for anyone.

"Dangerous," she stated purposefully. No longer a whisper, it had a feel of directness as it shot toward the would-be chef. Her belief concerning those who had power were labored lessons that resulted in high degrees of pain. "But most of all, ignorant," she concluded. "Teaching students that techniques have beauty in them," the princess' voice was flat, more monotone than it had been previously. Her eyes appeared to have gone devoid of what little emotion they had portrayed within them, the violet color starting to grow deeper in shade, as though her life essence had begun to drain from her body entirely, only to be left with the husk it had once inhabited. "We do not live in a world that allows for such weak-minded beliefs," she stated flatly, while starting directly at the one who made the proclamation. "Wars ravaging the world. Governments toppled. The Fates pushing toward the inevitable end of humanity as we consume one another," it had to be easy for all to see. Hiroe was not so much devoid of emotion; she was angry. Angry at the thought of someone with power turning it into a joke for the sake of something as fleeting as beauty, for she knew too well what being prim and proper, while lacking power could cause from firsthand experience.

"Do not teach the next generation to be soft in a world that will devour them," she all but demanded.

[MFT: 450 words]
 
Sousuke held up his hand to state no, but then realizing that Haruken did not have eyes he spoke out loud, "No thank-you. I am not hungry at this present time."<i></i> It was curious to watch jutsu being used to cook food. It was different, and it wasn't something the Steward would have done himself. In the past he had made use of his jutsu for armour cutting, crafting, and the likes. Even when the stove was broken, he would have sooner fixed the stone then to use a fire jutsu. That being said, sometimes he would reach out psionically to grab an item and have it come towards him. His focus was broken by Hiroe who firstly stated that it was humorous. The girl's tone would rapidly change then. She would state that it was dangerous to teach beauty in techniques and that the world that they lived in did not permit such a belief in beauty. Sousuke could not deny the truth in her words. Yes, this was not the best period in the human age. Were they being pushed to the end of humanity? In certain regards, yes they were. It was a tiring thing, and it was something Sousuke had been actively fighting against. Many deemed that Takahashi Sousuke the third was far more machine than man, but Sousuke liked to have at least thought of himself as human.

"Beauty has its place. It's hard to rally people to a leader if one is ... ugly or grotesque. Likewise one had to intimidate those on the field of battle."<i></i> The Steward did not consider himself to be a handsome man. Katuso would and always would be deemed the more handsome one and attracted men and women with a simple gesture. It wasn't a point of jealously for the Steward. It was not a point of contention either. "I've made suits of armour ... to convey a certain ferocity. I've recently had several gangs in the Grand Palais drop their weapons and walk away from me during a particular conflict. Perhaps it was because I was offering them an alternative to walk away, or perhaps they were afraid of what they were going to face."<i></i>
 
Hakuren waves her hand in a gesture as if to brush Hiroe’s argument aside while with her other hand she discreetly uses elemental channeling with her chopsticks. “Yes yes yes yes. We must sacrifice our humanity in order to protect it. I’ve her such speeches a thousand times and doesn’t sound any less humorous.” Hakuren did catch wind of her whispering that word and could not help to point out how her viewpoint is just the same. To sacrifice one’s humanity in order to protect it sounds more than ignorant, it sounds pointless.

From behind the bench one would hear a voice of a young child yelling, “Liquid State!” Then from behind the bench a boy, completely made of water, came leapfrogging over Hakuren. “No one talks to my sensei like that.” The boy would then go to sock Hiroe in the stomach. “Halt!” With Hakuren’s command the boy stops his movements in mid-swing and stares angrily at Hiroe.

“Can you tell me what this boy is?” The kid looked young but wore no headband so one might guess he was a student. However this was not a human nor was it even a creature like the snakes that still flew through the air. “This is a water whip jutsu. A weapon creation jutsu which means it’s not alive despite how it may act.” Suddenly the boy would fall apart and become a puddle on the ground. As the dry ground eagerly drinks up the moisture Hakuren continues to explain, “This Is what I mean by beauty. The use of jutsu in a deceptive manner.”

Hakuren then gets up from her seat and twirls around a couple of times. “Look at my dress that I wear. See how the blackness shimmers in the sunlight. This is an Amethyst Casing, a chakra armor. Often I see people use such jutsu and make it apparent.” Hakuren shakes her head disappointingly, “I say, why advertise the fact? Surprise your opponent and catch him off guard. I am not going to teach them to use jutsu artistically to make them weak. I am teaching them to think and to be cunning.”
 
She allowed for the words to come from the previously unknown woman before her without making a sound of her own, despite her own beliefs. They had become weapons of the village they had determined to serve and it was in that moment that their own opinions didn't matter in how they were utilized, for no matter how people viewed the world around them; they lived in a caste system and shinobi, such as themselves, were soldiers, used to carry out orders, no matter what they were. From behind the woman Hiroe had determined to be illogical came a sudden shout as sort of a command, in the moments that followed, a liquid figure attempted to command respect toward the still woman, before attempting to assault the Mountain Country heiress, before being commanded to stop their action.

"Frivolous" came a single word from the teenager's lips, as her eyes narrowed at the figure who halted mid-strike in front of her. The explanation presented of what had just occurred did nothing to ease the tension, likely going for to simply enhance the transgressions between the two; for it was in those explanations that the girl had admitted that she teased at an assault against the one she was debating. However, that did not upset her as much as the wasting of additional chakra in the act that was made.

"You would be teaching them to be wasteful," she proclaimed, while slowly shifting her gaze from the quickly disappearing liquid to the blind girl sitting upon the bench. Neither knew of the others' circumstances or roads leading to where they were then - standing upon opposite sides of a clear divide. This divide likely stemmed from the caste system that involved the whole of the country, from multiple forms of it. "Not even the most powerful of users have limitless pools of chakra, no matter how they may attempt to acquire it. We will never be limitless and only continue to decline, should people follow those teachings and waste away like grapes in the sun over time," came her lecture. In her own mind she wasn't wrong - there had never been a time, when pitting high level adversaries against one another, that they were able to spend more than an hour, to her knowledge, fighting at full power, let alone waste their resources against one another. To do it constantly would simply place them in danger.

"We are not taught in the Academy to fight and destroy because we are working toward learning how to be Human. Our humanity was forfeit when we chose to become the sharpened blades of the village, in order to protect its denizens," came her interpretation as to their roles within the caste system that had developed within their world. The system started at a young age and was set at the stage where people determined if they were to become shinobi or not. "If you believe that to be unfit for your station," she paused for only a moment - barely noticeable, unless one was following her words in great detail. "Perhaps it is that you are unfit for the lifestyle," she concluded. The moment she had taken was enough for her to shift her weight, leading her to completely turn away from the woman. "If you will please excuse me, Kazekage-dono," she stated, shifting her conversation to the former Kazekage and partially bowing. "I have a summons to prepare for," she proclaimed calmly, as though her emotions had been cut off once again. Returning upright from her position; she took one last glance at the other woman, before turning away from the scene entirely and walking away from the area.

[MFT: 613 words]
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"Thousand times, or a million times heard and heard again, sacrifices are made to protect humanity or our peers. It's not always one's own humanity that is sacrificed, sometimes it's something else."<i></i> the Steward spoke, he snorted at the concept of this being humorous to Hakuren. Some might say Sousuke was living proof of that, as oftentimes people referred to him as a machine instead of being a human. Sousuke was a cold and calculating individual. He tried to be tactical in combat, but sometimes he came up short in the event of a critical error occurring such as Barnyx's death screen which fried his mental faculties temporarily. The Steward did not seem insulted by Haruken's remark about it being funny, but he did not respect nor did he enjoy the response she was given. When given the choice of having legs, or seeing Soon's Sanctuary destroyed, the Steward would sooner choose the latter. There was no real sense of regret in the fact he lost his arm once to see the surface, and there was certainly no regret in losing the same arm again (even if metallic) to see to it that Barnyx was defeated.

Sousuke said nothing as a water clone display happened. He held his hands up and pressed it against the side of his head. Hakuren would speak of how her teaching methods employed cunning and clever tactics. Hiroe would speak up and give her interpretation and declared that Hakuren's belief structure made her unfit for her station. Sousuke was not going to be the one to challenge the employment of Hakuren, perhaps it was a bit much for Hiroe to say. Sousuke was rubbing the side of his forehead as Hiroe spoke of how she needed to be excused as there was a summons to be prepared for. "Alright then. Take care of yourself."<i></i> He spoke and saw her off. This would then leave Hakuren and Sousuke alone. Within a few moments later, Kitchy would return. The husky dog would look tiredly to Sousuke. "I would think your fox is going to return here in a moment or two, and my canine companion does look tired out."<i></i> He would pet Kitchy on her head. "With that I bid you ... good day, and may you succeed in your undertaking."<i></i> With that the Steward would get up from the bench and make his way back home.

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“Alright I get it. I won’t teach any classes.” The girl was getting quite adamant about it. Perhaps teaching a class was a bad idea after all or perhaps she should keep with the more traditional classes. Surely even someone like herself could at the very least teach the bare basics. “Who said anything about me feeling unfit?” Hakuren knows all too well how much of an excellent fit she is for the anbu. When it comes to the art of espionage she is queen, but unfortunately her talents are all bloodline. So her strong points are not exactly teachable. However there is someone present that did just step down from his position. Hakuren has the distinct feeling that that statement was not for her, but for the former kazekage. This girl was more interesting than she thought.

Shortly after Hiroe left Sousuke went as well, but her little fox did not return however. As Kitchy would return to his master, Kojoro was heading to cut Hiroe off. On Hiroe’s walk she would find the small fox blocking her path and Hakuren would then speak to the girl telepathically. “Greetings my child” Assuming Hiroe did not resist the telepathic communication, she would hear a man’s voice speaking into her mind. It is not hard to project a different voice when speaking this way, though it would help if one is familiar with the voice. The voice Hakuren was projecting was her older brothers, so it would sound like an adult man. “I am The Watcher of the Anbu” The fox would then bow its head respectfully. “Please forgive my apprentice, Hakuren, she is still young and has much to learn.”

[Hiroe stopped, but feel free to leave like nothing happened]
 
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