The ANBU captain who Ayumu called in for backup appeared up on the rooftop to take his place, and subsequently a clone of his appeared, jumping down to land near the academy student and himself.
"Everything clear on this side? The room is being searched,"
”Nothing so far. I'll make a ruckus if something happens, don't worry.” The waiting was the most boring part. You just had to sit there, doing nothing. Imagine how difficult it would be to describe just how little you were doing: watching, waiting, not moving. What's worse is if you had some sort of length requirement to what you were writing, that would be even more difficult. There's only so many ways you can describe standing still.
Thankfully the ANBU captain asked a question to break the monotony. It was much appreciated.
"You two helped corner her here? You seem to have good instincts... you should join the ANBU, both of you. We could use some more good shinobi, now more than ever,"
Asuchi hesitated. He had made his choice long ago. His father was a decorated ANBU, his mother a senior mednin. He'd chosen the comedy third option, although from the missions he'd been sent on as part of the Intelligence service his job was anything but funny. His father had been disappointed in Asuchi's unwillingness to follow in his footsteps, but he was determined to forge his own path. Now, it seemed, that path was heading back around to the other road he had avoided in the first place.
He'd heard the rumors of the branch, of course. He was an intelligence shinobi, he knew quite a bit. The ANBU had been shortstaffed lately, recruits weren't coming in at the rate they used to. He had even heard you could skip your training phase, assuming you had significant prior shinobi experience in another branch. It was too early to decide for sure, but perhaps ANBU was in his future after all...
He glanced at the academy student, who was at the same point in time he was long ago when he first made his decision. What would she say?
Looking back over toward the captain, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. ”After this is over I'd like to talk to the sennin, or one of the captains like yourself, if that's okay. I'm quite fond of the intelligence service but if you do need more shinobi, well, I can't say no to my village.”
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[Marked For Training]
WC: 416
"Everything clear on this side? The room is being searched,"
”Nothing so far. I'll make a ruckus if something happens, don't worry.” The waiting was the most boring part. You just had to sit there, doing nothing. Imagine how difficult it would be to describe just how little you were doing: watching, waiting, not moving. What's worse is if you had some sort of length requirement to what you were writing, that would be even more difficult. There's only so many ways you can describe standing still.
Thankfully the ANBU captain asked a question to break the monotony. It was much appreciated.
"You two helped corner her here? You seem to have good instincts... you should join the ANBU, both of you. We could use some more good shinobi, now more than ever,"
Asuchi hesitated. He had made his choice long ago. His father was a decorated ANBU, his mother a senior mednin. He'd chosen the comedy third option, although from the missions he'd been sent on as part of the Intelligence service his job was anything but funny. His father had been disappointed in Asuchi's unwillingness to follow in his footsteps, but he was determined to forge his own path. Now, it seemed, that path was heading back around to the other road he had avoided in the first place.
He'd heard the rumors of the branch, of course. He was an intelligence shinobi, he knew quite a bit. The ANBU had been shortstaffed lately, recruits weren't coming in at the rate they used to. He had even heard you could skip your training phase, assuming you had significant prior shinobi experience in another branch. It was too early to decide for sure, but perhaps ANBU was in his future after all...
He glanced at the academy student, who was at the same point in time he was long ago when he first made his decision. What would she say?
Looking back over toward the captain, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. ”After this is over I'd like to talk to the sennin, or one of the captains like yourself, if that's okay. I'm quite fond of the intelligence service but if you do need more shinobi, well, I can't say no to my village.”
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[Marked For Training]
WC: 416