There are a few constants in a shinobi's life which permeate their minds and work a sort of arcane magic on them until they adjust into what are properly known as weapons of war - you are always under threat, you are never the strongest, and you must never let those first two things compound into a life-terminating decision. The younger you were the more likely it was that you understood one or two of these things but the third fact was much harder to discover and adopt into one's own flesh, something that Yukiin was thinking about rather heavily as the girl at the gates had seen fit to pester the gate guards. Her citizenship was the acting barrier keeping them from physically moving her out of their way but their eyes still conveyed the idea as if they were secretly hoping they were latent Uchiha and could use eye contact to Genjutsu this girl into someplace else. if they had been then Yukiin wouldn't have minded too much, he'd never seen someone be sheared apart by a forced teleportation and while the loss of life and limb of one of his comrades would be tragic...it would also be educational. Very educational.
She'd chosen to make herself a curious nuisance at a good time though as he approached the gates and caught the eyes of the guardsmen, latching onto their intended meaning without a need for chakra exchange as far as he knew it (although he performed a Kai anyways once outside of eyeline because why take risks?) to communicate a simple idea - take her away from us. Yukiin obliged and before he knew it he was unofficial babysitter for another academy student who had many of the same issues Kei presented but with a more earnest approach that didn't make him want to encase her in a block of ice and shove her off the nearest cliff (or maybe that was coming and she just needed more time to grate on his nerves.) Really this whole space of emotional range was new to him and he wasn't really sure what to do with it all at times except not act on it too much, he needed to 'fill' more or less before he became a Revenant and Osuteno seemed to believe it was critical to his health; ignoring a medical professional's advice was unwise after all. Thus Yukiin was growing to occupy more and more of the emotional landscape he possessed and had left barren and unattended for so many years since being turned into a war engine.
Those three constants were less like shackles and becoming more like standing stones, anchor points for him to return to when the blossoming fields of strange sensations proved too alien and he needed respite under the cold winds and harsh earth. Maybe, in due time, his obligations would come to fill a similar role but for now he was taking on obligations which weren't even his own, the Main Branch was supposed to be attending to children after all and assisting them in the Academy...he was a Medical Shinobi. Yukiin retrieved corpses and made new ones, living individuals were outside of his job purview unless they were close to becoming a corpse which might be the case if the girl was nosy enough to stick her face into things that might remove it...he'd have to think on that chain of thought.
He didn't allow any of this to change his course however, once he'd chosen to bring the student with him he'd expressed that he was going out into the heartlands and that she was to stay close by but had failed to really elaborate on the why of that, although she asked several times...several dozen maybe, he'd started ignoring it after a while. It was a bit of a trek to come out here, even at shinobi speed, and if it was even slower when he had to keep step with a student so she wasn't accidentally dragged off by a bear or something, so he was less of an active listener and more of a passive 'uh-huh'er to any poised questions or statements.
Only once he was deeper into the heart of the wild forest did he put his heel to the earth, its wetness from the churning vegetation feeling very unlike the wetness of Marsh or the harshness of the homeland, did he open up to any dialogue between the pair that wasn't simple instruction to not die along the way. Yukiin gestured for his company to stop as he had as he took stock of the clearing and pulled a scroll from his pocket, snapping a finger with the nail pushed in to draw out the line of blood that as quickly as it was created snapped into crackling ice. The thin icy needle was used to cut the scroll open and break its seal before dissolving back into liquid and splashing onto the paper, mingling with its arcane etchings as he set it out against a nearby tree stump and adhered it. The markings glowed almost imperceptibly because, as mentioned earlier, he was not a Uchiha and the sight of chakra was nothing he possessed but when used in this fashion even the blind could determine when a scroll was active or inactive.
The Genin snapped his fingers like a pianist and gave the field a look over. It was as literally verdant as he metaphorically barren, flowering blossoms snared the ground floor like a hundred layers of trap wire, capturing the movement of any who passed through and relaying it wordlessly to the vines that had captured the trees here. Neither of them were happy about this arrangement, trees were voracious and vines were parasitic. A tree took decades to develop and through hard work and even harder luck they could pierce the skies and sprawl outward in both earth and air but vines simply waited until the tree did its job and crawled up to its height ontop of it. The fruits and flowering herbs knew their place below the trees but the vines didn't care and that reminded him somewhat of the shinobi lifestyle - a tree knew it was strong and because it failed to account for the consequences of its strength, the vines capitalized on it and took advantage much like a powerful punch could be turned around and cripple the thrower or a jutsu reversed, they were careless things that pursued simple goals and were punished for that. SImilarly, the vines thought themselves strong for being clever and Yukiin corrected that error as he casually tapped a finger to the vine lattice on the tree he'd placed his scroll, allowing the ice to travel all along its length and crystallize it instantly.
And his correction was firm, a piercing break of glass in a place that knew nothing of it, as the vine dissolved into falling icy mist. Mistakes weren't repeated in the shinobi world, the natural world was much the same and by making yourself as visible as the tree was, but not also as strong as it was, you were an easy target to eliminate.
"Don't let the weak prey upon you and don't use the strong to gain an advantage you can't hold, vital lessons from the natural world for our world."
Yukiin addressed his speech to the girl, effectively opening up dialogue now that he was where he wanted to be.
"I apologize for not engaging much along the way but we have the time now for me to explain things. We're here to capture the attention of an otherworldly life form, the scroll is a beacon to attract one and when it arrives, if it hasn't already, and begin a negotiation of sorts for an exchange of strength. I am not a tree, it is not a vine, but instead we are both ourselves and we must agree to speak amicably and fairly with one another to share our power. You are not required to participate in this exchange but are welcome to do so, if you so please, but keep my words in mind - they may be stronger than you are prepared to associate with and thus you must be prepared to shore up the difference."
He smiled.
"Of course they're also dangerous sometimes but you seemed like a fiery spirit at the gates, I assume a little conflict won't ruffle your feathers too much. You can make a handsign or two right?"
Yukiin didn't smile for her, more for himself nervously, as he realized he didn't know if he'd brought dead weight with him or not and hadn't really bothered to ask. He knew what he'd brought with him to conjure forth but he wasn't really certain what, exactly, it would draw out and what its disposition would be as the majority of texts on this type of jutsu were less technical manuals and more adventure stories with frogs or what have you. Some of them were far more deviant than that and the Genin shook his head to forget what he'd read about the creative uses for abyssal sea squids. All in all, it would seem that Yukiin himself wasn't old enough to understand that there were more than three things to remember about being a shinobi and that one of those things was to ask the right questions before you went out into the wilderness looking for monsters.
It would be a lie to say this was the first time.
A bigger lie to say it would be the last one.
"...please tell me you can make a hand sign."
She'd chosen to make herself a curious nuisance at a good time though as he approached the gates and caught the eyes of the guardsmen, latching onto their intended meaning without a need for chakra exchange as far as he knew it (although he performed a Kai anyways once outside of eyeline because why take risks?) to communicate a simple idea - take her away from us. Yukiin obliged and before he knew it he was unofficial babysitter for another academy student who had many of the same issues Kei presented but with a more earnest approach that didn't make him want to encase her in a block of ice and shove her off the nearest cliff (or maybe that was coming and she just needed more time to grate on his nerves.) Really this whole space of emotional range was new to him and he wasn't really sure what to do with it all at times except not act on it too much, he needed to 'fill' more or less before he became a Revenant and Osuteno seemed to believe it was critical to his health; ignoring a medical professional's advice was unwise after all. Thus Yukiin was growing to occupy more and more of the emotional landscape he possessed and had left barren and unattended for so many years since being turned into a war engine.
Those three constants were less like shackles and becoming more like standing stones, anchor points for him to return to when the blossoming fields of strange sensations proved too alien and he needed respite under the cold winds and harsh earth. Maybe, in due time, his obligations would come to fill a similar role but for now he was taking on obligations which weren't even his own, the Main Branch was supposed to be attending to children after all and assisting them in the Academy...he was a Medical Shinobi. Yukiin retrieved corpses and made new ones, living individuals were outside of his job purview unless they were close to becoming a corpse which might be the case if the girl was nosy enough to stick her face into things that might remove it...he'd have to think on that chain of thought.
He didn't allow any of this to change his course however, once he'd chosen to bring the student with him he'd expressed that he was going out into the heartlands and that she was to stay close by but had failed to really elaborate on the why of that, although she asked several times...several dozen maybe, he'd started ignoring it after a while. It was a bit of a trek to come out here, even at shinobi speed, and if it was even slower when he had to keep step with a student so she wasn't accidentally dragged off by a bear or something, so he was less of an active listener and more of a passive 'uh-huh'er to any poised questions or statements.
Only once he was deeper into the heart of the wild forest did he put his heel to the earth, its wetness from the churning vegetation feeling very unlike the wetness of Marsh or the harshness of the homeland, did he open up to any dialogue between the pair that wasn't simple instruction to not die along the way. Yukiin gestured for his company to stop as he had as he took stock of the clearing and pulled a scroll from his pocket, snapping a finger with the nail pushed in to draw out the line of blood that as quickly as it was created snapped into crackling ice. The thin icy needle was used to cut the scroll open and break its seal before dissolving back into liquid and splashing onto the paper, mingling with its arcane etchings as he set it out against a nearby tree stump and adhered it. The markings glowed almost imperceptibly because, as mentioned earlier, he was not a Uchiha and the sight of chakra was nothing he possessed but when used in this fashion even the blind could determine when a scroll was active or inactive.
The Genin snapped his fingers like a pianist and gave the field a look over. It was as literally verdant as he metaphorically barren, flowering blossoms snared the ground floor like a hundred layers of trap wire, capturing the movement of any who passed through and relaying it wordlessly to the vines that had captured the trees here. Neither of them were happy about this arrangement, trees were voracious and vines were parasitic. A tree took decades to develop and through hard work and even harder luck they could pierce the skies and sprawl outward in both earth and air but vines simply waited until the tree did its job and crawled up to its height ontop of it. The fruits and flowering herbs knew their place below the trees but the vines didn't care and that reminded him somewhat of the shinobi lifestyle - a tree knew it was strong and because it failed to account for the consequences of its strength, the vines capitalized on it and took advantage much like a powerful punch could be turned around and cripple the thrower or a jutsu reversed, they were careless things that pursued simple goals and were punished for that. SImilarly, the vines thought themselves strong for being clever and Yukiin corrected that error as he casually tapped a finger to the vine lattice on the tree he'd placed his scroll, allowing the ice to travel all along its length and crystallize it instantly.
And his correction was firm, a piercing break of glass in a place that knew nothing of it, as the vine dissolved into falling icy mist. Mistakes weren't repeated in the shinobi world, the natural world was much the same and by making yourself as visible as the tree was, but not also as strong as it was, you were an easy target to eliminate.
"Don't let the weak prey upon you and don't use the strong to gain an advantage you can't hold, vital lessons from the natural world for our world."
Yukiin addressed his speech to the girl, effectively opening up dialogue now that he was where he wanted to be.
"I apologize for not engaging much along the way but we have the time now for me to explain things. We're here to capture the attention of an otherworldly life form, the scroll is a beacon to attract one and when it arrives, if it hasn't already, and begin a negotiation of sorts for an exchange of strength. I am not a tree, it is not a vine, but instead we are both ourselves and we must agree to speak amicably and fairly with one another to share our power. You are not required to participate in this exchange but are welcome to do so, if you so please, but keep my words in mind - they may be stronger than you are prepared to associate with and thus you must be prepared to shore up the difference."
He smiled.
"Of course they're also dangerous sometimes but you seemed like a fiery spirit at the gates, I assume a little conflict won't ruffle your feathers too much. You can make a handsign or two right?"
Yukiin didn't smile for her, more for himself nervously, as he realized he didn't know if he'd brought dead weight with him or not and hadn't really bothered to ask. He knew what he'd brought with him to conjure forth but he wasn't really certain what, exactly, it would draw out and what its disposition would be as the majority of texts on this type of jutsu were less technical manuals and more adventure stories with frogs or what have you. Some of them were far more deviant than that and the Genin shook his head to forget what he'd read about the creative uses for abyssal sea squids. All in all, it would seem that Yukiin himself wasn't old enough to understand that there were more than three things to remember about being a shinobi and that one of those things was to ask the right questions before you went out into the wilderness looking for monsters.
It would be a lie to say this was the first time.
A bigger lie to say it would be the last one.
"...please tell me you can make a hand sign."