The five Elements

[Chigokai Yuna]

Yuna found herself in Aurora Eruditio. It has been... She honestly doesn't remember the last time that she was here. It's probably been since when she first started out on her own ninja career. She knows very well that the future of Kumogakure is held within the newer generation, something that she tends to forget every now and then considering her job.

Her job? Being the Cloud's Anbu Sennin. So of course she is usually either behind a pile of reports or depending on the point of view, almost desensitized to the way things are. But nevertheless, even with that said, Yuna has found time to instruct the newer generation of Cloud ninja. Normally, she would do so as more of a job, since she feels like that, she's picking up the slack of the other two Sennin, or rather lack thereof. But to not have any Chunin or Jounin available makes her let out a big sigh.

But enough of the doom and gloom, she figured that today she will go out as Yuna, rather than her Sennin name, Abbyss. To do so is to give a more friendly face for the newer generation to see. And whilst that she does want more people in her branch, she does the importance of the other two branches needing more personnel. But only time will tell if these bright new kids will choose which branch that they want. Since she was out here as Yuna and not Abbyss, she wore her usual attire that made her out to look more like a soldier than anything. She wore armor but was still able to move around more freely than what most people would think. She also wore a series of red and black clothing, her type of style. She has purple hair that goes down to the small of her back with a red-ish tint to it. Her eyes, while can be mistaken as an Uchiha's at first glance from inexperienced people, was actually more red than anyone could possibly ever imagine.

Yuna would stand in the front of the classroom, leaned against the teacher's desk with the chalk board behind her that introduced her as Chigokai Yuna, Jounin. Along with that, there was a diagram that shown the five main elements. Despite her being the Sennin of the Anbu Branch, she can show a genuine smile that can bring comfort to nearly anyone she meets.

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[Tsuchimikado Shizue]

Shizue Tsuchimikado entered Aurora Eruditio with her usual cautious gait, each step deliberate, measured. Her multicolored iridescent eyes flickered with an assessing glint, scanning the corridors as she crossed the threshold. The academy’s towering structure loomed above her, an edifice of knowledge and rigor, its grand design an echo of its purpose. The polished floors reflected the glow of lanterns lining the halls, their soft illumination blending seamlessly with the natural light filtering through the tall, symmetrical windows. It had been years since she had last set foot here, but the place remained much the same—stoic, imposing, and imbued with the weight of countless aspirations.

Dressed in business casual attire, Shizue presented a picture of poise and professionalism. A tailored white blouse, crisp and form-fitting, was tucked neatly into a knee-length slate-gray pencil skirt, accentuating her lithe frame. A deep violet blazer completed the ensemble, its structured shoulders lending her a quiet authority that balanced her natural delicacy. Her long, silken black hair cascaded freely down her back, the loose strands subtly shifting with her movements. She had chosen this attire deliberately; it was a calculated blend of formality and comfort, appropriate for an academic setting yet refined enough to demand a certain level of respect. The modest heels she wore clicked softly against the floor, the rhythmic sound barely noticeable beneath the ambient murmur of students and instructors engaged in hushed conversations.

The air carried a distinct blend of scents—aged parchment, freshly ground ink, and the faintest traces of sweat from nervous students laboring over scrolls and formulas. It was a familiar cocktail, one that stirred up memories she had thought long buried. Once upon a time, she had walked these very halls, driven by ambition yet weighed down by an ever-growing sense of inadequacy. Aurora Eruditio had been a crucible, a place where the promising were forged into the elite and the stagnant were left behind. She had feared that she would fall into the latter category, and for years, it had seemed as though she had.

Today, however, was different. Today, she wasn’t here as a struggling student. Today, she would prove she still had something to offer.

Shifting the weight of her satchel, she adjusted the strap over her shoulder, feeling the familiar heft of her medical supplies nestled inside. The leather bag was well-worn but meticulously maintained, a testament to both its frequent use and her meticulous nature. Within it lay an array of tools—bandages, antiseptics, scalpels, chakra-infused needles, and handwritten notes on advanced medical techniques. They were extensions of her skill, her arsenal in a battlefield where knowledge was the most powerful weapon.

As she made her way down the hallway, she passed by clusters of students—some engaged in quiet study, others huddled together in animated discussion. Their eyes flitted toward her briefly before returning to their respective tasks, uninterested in the presence of a seemingly ordinary visitor. Shizue, however, took note of everything. She observed the nervous energy in the younger students, their fingers tapping anxiously against their desks as they memorized complex jutsu theories. The older ones carried themselves with more confidence, but even among them, there was an underlying tension, the unspoken pressure to excel ever-present in their postures.

A passing instructor cast a curious glance her way but did not stop her. She was no longer a student, no longer bound by the expectations and rigid hierarchies of the academy. Yet, despite the distance time had created, a phantom of her younger self lingered in the back of her mind—a girl who had once walked these halls with dreams of mastering medical ninjutsu, only to be crushed by the weight of her own inadequacies. That girl had struggled, hesitated, and ultimately faded into the background of more promising prodigies.

But she wasn’t that girl anymore.

Pausing at a grand set of doors leading to one of the academy’s many lecture halls, she inhaled deeply, steadying herself. She had come here to reclaim something—not just knowledge, but purpose. The burden of stagnation had weighed on her for too long, and though she had no illusions of instant mastery, this was the first step toward a different future. A future where she was no longer the girl left behind, but the woman forging her own path.

Squaring her shoulders, Shizue pushed open the doors and stepped inside.

Pausing momentarily outside the designated classroom, she took a steadying breath before stepping inside. The room was spacious, its high ceiling allowing for ample ventilation, while rows of desks were arranged in a disciplined formation facing a large chalkboard. The scent of chalk dust mingled with the ink-stained pages of textbooks resting upon the wooden surfaces. At the front of the room, an intricate diagram of the five elemental affinities had been drawn on the board, the careful strokes of kanji labeling each fundamental force—Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, and Lightning.

Elemental affinities was the subject of the day. A foundational lesson, yet one imbued with profound significance, Shizue wondered what kind of a teacher would be teaching these to Genin with at least a basic knowledge of the elements.

Shizue quietly made her way to the back of the room, selecting a seat near the periphery. It wasn’t that she feared the material—no, she had long since accepted her weaknesses. Rather, she preferred to observe first, to gauge the nuances of the lesson and the instructor’s approach before engaging.

Her gaze lingered on the diagram, a small crease forming between her brows.

Chakra nature had never been her forte. While other students had eagerly discovered their affinities, wielding their elemental prowess like second skins, she had struggled to manifest even the simplest of elemental techniques. Fire would not ignite at her command, water would not bend to her will, lightning would not spark at her fingertips. The realization had been a quiet, gnawing humiliation, compounded by the whispers of peers and the ever-present shadow of her father’s expectations.

Her father.

A man of wealth and influence, but not of patience or warmth. He had once believed she would never amount to anything, and that doubt had been a relentless specter in the back of her mind, an insidious voice whispering that she was merely proving him right with each failure.

Shizue’s fingers curled slightly against the wooden surface of her desk before she forced herself to relax. That was then. Now, she had a different path. One not defined by elemental mastery, but by something else entirely.

A sudden shift in the atmosphere drew her attention to the front of the room as the instructor entered.

Chigokai, Yuna.

Shizue had heard of her before—an experienced Jounin of great renown, a woman whose name carried weight both in the field and in academic circles. She was striking, with the kind of presence that commanded attention without effort. Her crimson hair framed a face of refined sharpness, an undeniable intensity lurking beneath her poised exterior. The subtle yet unmistakable scent of iron clung to her, a telltale sign of her bloodline. The Chigokai were known for their mastery over blood itself, a clan both respected and feared for their unique talents.

Shizue’s eyes narrowed slightly as she observed the instructor. There was something in Yuna’s stance, the way she carried herself with quiet assurance, that suggested she was not one to tolerate mediocrity. This was a woman who had walked through fire and emerged stronger for it, someone who would not waste time on sentimentality or weakness. Steel sharpens steel, Shizue thought, and so she hoped that Yuna’s steel would sharpen hers. She knew all about the basic elements, so she wondered what kind of a class this would be. She also, too, wondered what other Genin would be coming into the classroom, and who would be taking this class.


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[Hyuuga Himeko]

Himeko Hyuga​

It was always brighter in Himeko's room than was expected. Perhaps it was that all her windows were thrown up, facilitating the traffic of birds and the abundance of animals that Himeko took under her care and trained and pampered happily. How she had amassed such a collection of birds, cats, and dogs was beyond the staff, but she maintained her room well enough that it was not a bother, and the animals seemed to depart to do their daily things around the same time she did.

It was a daily ritual, a seamless ebb and flow of creatures in and out of her chamber as though the entire world had agreed to her unspoken schedule. In the mornings, birds fluttered through the windows, chirping their greetings before flying off aain, their tiny claws never so much as scratchin the furniture. The cats stretched lazily, weaving around her feet as she dressed, while the dogs sat patiently by the door, awaiting their ladys departure. It was an unspoken understanding between them: they would remain out of sight and out of the way when necessary, but when she was alone, this room was theirs as much as it was hers.

Perhaps it was the silver mask; catching and throwing the light around idly as the young kunoichi gather her items for the day. It had taken a lot of intervention and explaining to keep Himeko from becoming a laughing stock under the roof of her ancestral home. She had recalled a servant boy waking her with his screams of fear as he had entered her room while she slept, hoping to get a peek at the "Slumbering Princess" without her mask... only to realize in horror that she wore it to sleep as well. She recalled sitting up in the night, having sensed a presence and looking around, the various grumblings and growlings of her sleeping companions ceasing in the darkness as they too waited for a sign of the intruder. She stood, much to the discontent of all the animals that had taken up spots on her bed, and peered at the foot of her bed, her mask catching the moonlight trickling in. where she suspected a kidnapper or an assassin, she had only found a boy sprawled on the floor, his mouth agape in terror. He had scrambled away before she could fully register what was going on, his frantic yelps echoing down the halls. Later that day the whispers had reached her- theories spun like spider-silk by the maids as they scrubbed the floors, hands moving in practiced strokes while their voices danced between hushed excitement and scandalized gasps.

Some said her father was a cruel man who had forced the mask upon her, a shackle as much as a shield. Others insisted that the mask was fused to her skin, that she had been born with it, that to remove it would be to unmake her entirely. A few claimed that it concealed something too terrible for the world to see, that her beauty was a curse so powerful it could drive men mad.

Himeko tucked more kunai into her pouch as she moved to the door. The mask had become a part of her, a second skin that reflected light but betrayed nothing beneath it. If they wished to believe she was a cursed princess locked in eternal concealment, let them. It was far more amusing that way.

She stepped into the corridor, the wooden floors cool beneath her feet as she made her way through the winding halls of the Hyuga estate. animals rushed past her feet, out into the world to live their life just like she was. And when she closed the room behind her, Himeko's bedroom felt darker without her.

She lived in a beautiful home, sprawling and elegant, its architecture a perfect blend of tradition and quiet luxury. Tatami mats stretched along the floors, the scent of incense lingering in the air, and paper lanterns flickered with the soft glow of morning light.

Despite her status, Himeko moved without the rigid grace expected of noble-born daughters. She walked with a silent confidence, light on her feet, her movements fluid like water. There was no hesitation in her step, no uncertainty in the way she carried herself. She did not flinch away from the looks cast her way, nor did she entertain the whispers that followed in her wake. She had long since grown accustomed to them.

At the far end of the hall, a pair of young servants stood huddled together, speaking in hushed tones. Their eyes darted toward her as she approached, then quickly away as if looking too long might invite misfortune. One of them, a girl no older than thirteen, clutched a bundle of folded linens to her chest, her knuckles white against the fabric.

"I heard she doesn’t even eat, only absorbs sunlight," the girl whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"Don’t be ridiculous," the boy beside her scoffed, though his tone lacked conviction. "She’s just—different."

Himeko paused as she passed them, tilting her head slightly. The movement was small, subtle, but enough to send a shiver through them both. Then, without a word, she continued on her way, allowing the silence she left behind to stoke their imaginations further.

The morning air was crisp as she stepped outside, the warmth of the rising sun spilling over the courtyard. The Hyuga estate was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze or the distant clang of a training sword meeting its mark. She adjusted the pouch at her hip, ensuring her weapons were secure before setting off toward the Aurora Eruditio.

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Himeko arrived shortly before class started, settling in somewhere in the front of class. She had not yet been assigned a genin squad, like she assumed the others here hadn't either. It was always difficult to know if Himeko was interacting with her classmate, as when she entered the class, her head didn't typically move to look at people as she worked. A fun rumor has spread that she wore the mask so she could sleep during class, and nobody would be the wiser. She quite enjoyed that one.

She hadn't put much focus into Elements, instead sticking to her clans techniques. She had yet to see anyone in her family use an elemental affinity, as most of their abilities seemed to allow them to function just as well. Her gaze settled on Chigokai, Yuna. A jonin sensei? The name sounded familiar, and Himeko was sure that she would figure it out eventually.


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[Chigokai Yuna]

The Anbu Sennin would note the two that would enter the classroom. And it was peculiar to note. However, she had not shown any signs of losing her composure as she has witnessed stranger events rather than the two students that were in front of her now. She ever so subtly moved one of her hands on the teacher's desk to take note of the information of the students that were going to be partaking in her class. Tsuchimikado Shuzue and Hyuuga Himeko. Both Genin. Yuna quickly sized them up, not saying a word for a few seconds to get an idea of who they are.

Shuzue seems to be around her age, maybe a little older, but only a Genin. Which could signify either a late bloomer, someone who has only just now awaken to chakra, or someone who has struggled. She wore a set of business attire which seemed rather out of place even in a ninja school type of setting. As for Himeko, the main thing to note is that she wore a mask, a younger girl from what Yuna could tell of her frame.

"Hello, my name is Chigokai Yuna. Today I will be teaching you both about the five elements." She would start, "Since you both are Genin, I would say we can spend some time on refreshing your memories. However, I am here to teach you all something new, something more to the elements than what you already know. So As you know, the five main elements are Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, and Lightning. However, there is much more to it than just these. There is non-elemental, which is in a sense, a purer form of chakra without having any affinities. Along with that, each element has a sub-element, or rather Advanced Elements. To determine what kind of Advanced Element a person has is determined by both the major affinity and minor affinity a person has for any of the main five elements, including non-elemental. Another way is purely through if someone unlocks this power through a bloodline, as it is a part of them. The final way is through sheer training to obtain it."

She would pause before going on, "To give you an example, I am a Chigokai. Because of this, I naturally have the blood element unlocked, blood being a mix of both Water and Non-elemental ninjutsu. My main affinities are Water, Earth, and Fire ninjutsus and minoring in Non-elemental and Lightning. As for my Advanced Elements, I have access to blood, crystal, vapor, lava, gravity, Explosion, Kinesis, and storm."

Her ninjutsu allows her to cover a wide array of tactics to use, but there are others who have mastered more affinities than her. She would hand the two girls a piece of paper. "These papers will react to your chakra. It will only react to the main affinity that you may have. Fire, burns the paper. Water, will make the paper wet. Lightning, electric currents will move along the paper. Wind will shred the paper. Earth will make the paper heavy. If nothing happens, then it is possible that you may have the Non-elemental chakra affinity, though it is rare to have it as a major. Now, as we wait to see your results, you can ask me any questions that you may have along with giving me your name."

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[Tsuchimikado Shizue]

Shizue stood in the dimly lit classroom, the familiar scent of aged paper and ink filling the air. The walls were adorned with charts detailing chakra pathways and elemental affinities, subjects she had studied extensively but struggled to manifest practically. Memories of her previous visits to the academy flooded back—sessions where she had faltered under the scrutiny of instructors, her theoretical knowledge failing to translate into tangible results.

In her hand, she held a small square of chakra induction paper, a tool designed to reveal one's elemental nature. To any observer, it appeared as ordinary parchment, but to a shinobi, it was a mirror reflecting their innate affinity. Shizue turned it over twice, her fingers tracing its edges, feeling the slight roughness against her skin. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and channeled her chakra into the paper, willing it to respond.

Opening her eyes, she observed the paper intently. There was no dampness indicating a water affinity, no dendritic burn patterns from sparks to suggest lightning, no heft to signify earth, no slicing to denote wind, and no burning that would reveal a fire nature. The paper remained inert, unchanged. A wave of disappointment washed over her. Was her chakra typeless, or was it so weak that it couldn't even influence this simple test?

A sinking sensation settled in her stomach, as if her insides were turning to lead. Her shoulders slumped, and her iridescent eyes, which often shifted colors with her emotions, now reflected a muted hue of dull grey, mirroring her despondency. She glanced at the instructor, her voice barely above a whisper, "I don't know if I was supposed to do nothing or do something." Her gaze dropped to the paper as she placed it back on the desk, treating it with a reverence it hadn't earned. "Sorry about the fuss."

In the world of commerce and finance, Shizue was a force to be reckoned with. Raised as the daughter of Tsuchimikado Haruto, a prominent banker in Cloud Country, she had been groomed to navigate the intricate webs of economics and trade. Her education, funded by her father's wealth, had exposed her to the best minds, and she had developed a keen sense for business, money, and even matters of the heart. Confidence was her armor in these arenas, and she wore it effortlessly.

However, the shinobi world was an entirely different battlefield. Here, her usual boldness deserted her. The scars of past failures, of missions where her lack of combat prowess had been laid bare, haunted her. She had been burned too many times, each misstep eroding her self-assurance. The contrast between her two lives was stark: in one, she was the master of her destiny; in the other, she was a novice, fumbling in the dark.

Her mother, Tsuchimikado Aya, had once been a skilled medical-nin before retiring to a life of luxury. It was from her that Shizue had inherited her fascination with medical ninjutsu. She dreamed of mastering these healing arts, of supporting her allies to such an extent that her name would become legend, spoken with the same reverence as the sages of old. She envisioned a future where warriors, scholars, and even rival nations recognized her as an unparalleled healer, a figure whose skills could defy death itself.

But dreams often collided with reality. Despite her extensive education and the privileges afforded by her upbringing, Shizue struggled with the practical applications of her knowledge. Her theoretical understanding was vast, but when it came to real-world scenarios, she often found herself at a loss. This disconnect was a source of constant frustration and self-doubt.

Her fear of obscurity haunted her more than the fear of death. The thought of living a life where she was nothing more than a footnote—or worse, forgotten entirely—filled her with dread. She feared irrelevance, of being just another nameless medic who passed through history unnoticed. This fear fueled her work, making her relentlessly push herself beyond her limits. It also made her sensitive to being overlooked or dismissed, as every failure or lack of recognition chipped away at her confidence. There was also an unspoken fear that, despite her best efforts, she might never be enough—that no matter how much she achieved, she would still fade into obscurity like so many before her.

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[Hyuuga Himeko]

Himeko Hyuga
Himeko, the young Hyuga took a moment to observe her surroundings. She noticed that the instructor and the other student seemed to be similarly aged. Perhaps it was someone who had stepped away from shinobi life and had recently come back? She made a mental note to inquire about her fellow classmate soon enough, and find out what she could. She didn't have much of a handle on people and their ties to guess how close any of them might be to her father.

"I am the youngest person in this room." She though to herself, turning her attention to the front of the room. She listened as the woman introduced herself, and began with her lessons. Her head tilted as the woman listed her elemental affinities, and her mask began to shift, the konoha symbol on her forehead morphing into kanji spread across her fce, displaying her question.

"More than one affinity?"

It was her understanding that every person only had one affinity. Her attention turned to the other genin as she tried her trial first. There was a small surge of chakra from Himeko would flare up, probably only to the notice of the Jonin sensie, centered specifically around her eyes as she watched carefully.

The technique was... unrefined? She was tense, scared. Unfocused.

The sound of a buzzer came from Himeko's wrist, drawing attention to her. She shook her head, the symbol morphing into a symbol of waves with silly little v's for birds as she pressed another button and the sound of the ocean went out. It might have been serence, except at the end an annoyingly loud seagull's cry came through the microphone, interrupting the serenity.

As a Hyuga, she had more tenketsu points active than the normal chakra user. It made channeling the slightest bit easier, if not more draining if she wasn't careful. She centered herself, rolling her shoulders twice before she held the paper in her hand, focusing. She was silent as she traced the path of chakra through her body, one hand gesturing for her classmate to see. It started at her core, travelling up to her shoulder, then her elbow. It trailed to her wrist, then focused in her palms, before travelling up through her fingers and finally into the paper.

For a second nothing happened. Then all at once sparks began to idly fizz from the paper. Small trails of electrical currents traced along the the paper, leaving small burns wherever the spark touched.

A Lightning affinity.

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