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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.

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The Tainted Trail [Private|Tatara]

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Life had sped up like a wild water river. Just a couple of weeks ago, Misaki was just a little girl enrolling as an Academy Student, but now just about everything within her seemed to waken. Her encounter with Maru of the Darkness had left her behind in shock at the cruelty and power that high ranked shinobi could deploy. All she wanted was a cup of tea, but the world had a more sinister faith in mind, as if losing her aunt to demonic corruption had not been enough. It made her wonder if the world had simply gone mad, if it was truly riddled with so much evil or if she had simply lived an impossible dream all this time. Upon her return, she was still an Academy Student, but she had never been the same kitsune. Dreams of eradicating all taint had slowly revealed themselves into the night, the desire of purifying those fallen victim to the darker powers was taking shape in her mind. She simply had no idea how to go about it just yet.

And then her bloodline awoke. Her mother had predicted she'd be a Tsuchimikado, and she was right. Spirits revealed themselves, the strangest 'unseen' connections became apparent. Her dreams became sharper, more realistic, and some of them seemed to reveal the truth of nearby futures. Deja-vue, as many would call it, but though she didn't remember the dreams, she certainly felt familiar with places she had never been. Just like now. She couldn't say where exactly she found herself, but she had the odd sensation of having been here before even though she rather felt like she had lost her way. Amber eyes observed her immediate surroundings, but she could find nothing that would trigger the slumbering memory. For a moment, she doubted herself, but at that point she caught the feint scent of something sour. An oddly familiar scent, actually, but she could once more not place where she had smelled it before. All she could say that with a hint of certitude was that 'she had to be here'. As if it was destined to be so.

Looking into a darker alley, Misaki rested her hand against the stone walls that made its entrance. The scent ran deeper into the alley. The scent of something familiar, gone bad. Tugging on her white and black hanfu with a nervous hint, she quietly debated if it was actually a good idea to linger around this area. She was lost, drawn away from a known road by her awakened sixth sense, while she actually had to return home. Her clothes were rather delicate as they were those of a budding Onmyōji of the Aikayume's main branch, seemingly too big in size for the petite kitsune while they were, in fact, just the perfect size for a shinobi to hide all kinds of things in. Eventually deciding to follow her intuition, Misaki leaned her back against the corner, folding her arms as she waited for her perceived 'destiny' to unfold.​
 
As if sleeping while sitting up, Tatara sat on some tone steps located in a back alley of one of Suna's more proper parts, as opposed to the red light district where he had been sniffing around not too long ago. Yet he had chosen one of the darker places, to be alone, to have a place to think. So while his head was supported on his hand, to which the arm was leaning on his knee, he just sat with his eyes closed, which again made him appear to seep, as his breath was really slow and light aswell. He had a lot to think about, a lot to talk about to Tsumi, his demon, and even more to do once he figured that out. There was lots to clear up, but he had decided he wanted to help that woman, even if she had annoyed him quite a lot, she was a human who needed help, even if she might have been to prideful to ask him for his help directly. Sitting there he had let his Aura run free to prevent unwanted guests from feeling like they needed to come through here. His presence was a rather strong one, it would make anyone who came to close to him feel sick and even have them throw up if they were to weak to withstand. A few meters of distance were advised. It is definetely necessary to acquire a better situation for myself, I can't keep going like this if I want to achieve anything. He said in his head, his body still remaining on the spot. His thoughts were interrupted though as Tsumi interefered. Maybe we should take a break, I can feel someone approaching... To which Tatara had to deny her, simply replying, Don't worry, once they get to close they feel a bad omen or something and turn back, nobody wants to face my aura like this.
 
Seemingly not getting closer even though the scent persisted, Misaki could not longer wait. Driven by curiosity and impatience, she ran into the alley, eyes and ears open and ready for the slightest hint of danger. As she moved on, the strange scent became stronger, and with it, the spirits became lesser in presence, until at some point there were none at all to be seen. Now, the young Tsuchimidako was not too familiar yet with what all of this meant, but whatever caused the spirits to stay away felt icky enough even for her to feel discomforted by it. Stopping in her tracks, she wondered if it wasn't better to return and ask her mother about all of this before doing anything stupid, but as a young shinobi and remembering what Teke had said about 'dying a dozen times over when you were good at this', she guessed that backing down was not quite the road she would have to go. Moving forward again, she eventually reached the dreaded core of it all, only to see a familiar face sit there - Tatara. Almost forgetting the discomfort the cursed aura cloaked her in, the kitsune promptly halted and stared at the class member that had successfully upset Akazukin-sensei.

"Tatara-san..?", she asked curiously, wondering mostly why exactly he was sitting here, in the middle of nowhere, of all places. He had more looked like a man who would belong into a library rather than this dark alley, but it was mostly the odd sensation that he was emitting this uncomfortable aura that caused her ears to lean back a little. What did all of this mean..? Was he creating a imbalance of sorts in the natural flow of spiritual energy? Possibly so, but the kitsune didn't put much thought in it at the moment, preferring instead what her classmate was up to.

"I don't think this is a good place to do your homework, Tatara-san. This place feels really discomforting."
 
Slowly the magicians eyes were opening as the little foxy gir appeared before him. Not many steps were seperating them, but instead of moving, his eyes, narrowed as they were, moved to the side while he was still remaining in his thinking position. Moments of him just looking towards her passed by before he finally stod up. On could think that even if he had looked at her, that he wasn't even here mentally, as if his boy had been hollow until now, it was quite something else. Now standing he kept his eyes on her before finally answering after a long break of silence. What came out of his mouth was possibly not what was to be expected. "Ohh, if it isn't little Misaki, I hope our little class wasn't too much for you to follow, seeing the shenanigans that were going on. I am sorry, but usually I don't take part in lessons, I only came to see Akazukin at her first lesson. I don't think what I am doing could be alled homework, I'm long done with the academy afterall." His words sounded sweet and he wore his usual smile again while looking down at her. What made them sound more convincing was the fact that he surpressed his aura again, which was getting weaker wth every word, making everything feel like normal again. I'm sure you just mistook the alley to be discomforting for it was dark and lonely, fear is a logical reaction, especially for an honest child like you. Which brings me to that you shoudn't wander into dark alleys alone, what if something happns?" He wasn't wrong in what he said, but he actually just tried to get her to feel guilty instead of focusing on the fact that there was something wrong. What he couldn'T see though was that the spirits around them seemed to not want to return yet, so he continued on. But if you want I am sure I can teach you a thing or two..."
 
It was Tatara, indeed, but unlike what she had expected from a student of the class, Tatara had actually come to see Akazuki-sensei and not really be part of the lessons. He had graduated since long, a viable explanation considering he was quite a bit older than herself, making her wonder what rank and position he really held within the Village. Inching closer since he had recognised her, he stood up and just like he looked down, she had to look up to have a clear sight of him. As Tatara talked, the discomforting feeling seemed to recess in such a way that it seemed as if it was all being absorbed by Tatara, but his words contradicted her suspicion of him being the source of this tainted smell as he explained it had, most likely, been her fear for this dark and lonely place.

"Fate brought me here, Tatara-san, not fear.", she said with a slightly offended pout at his assumptions that she'd be scared of a dark alley. Still, redirecting the attention of the girl had been enough to distract her from the actual topic. The discomfort seemed to be gone, and though the spirits had yet to return, Misaki assumed that would simply occur with time. Much like humans, they too were cautious about returning to a place that didn't feel pleasant. With the suggestion to be taught a thing or two, her fox ears pricked up in expectation. "What exactly would you teach me, then? Something nice, right?"

As in, "something not tainted like what I sensed before", but she couldn't exactly say that out loud since she hadn't been quite sure if Tatara really had been the source of this discomforting imbalance.​
 
Tatara raised an eyebrow at the girls words. I am sure you believe that, but to me fate is the same as coincidence, something is happening, but there is always a reason to it we are just not aware of it. So in a way, fate is something to try and explain something in a more peasent way that you don't know the reason for. If you wanna grow, you should always ask. For you in this case it was just you imagining something that led you here. Anyone could have been sitting here, or noone at all." Ofcourse he hid that he was the one responsible for the strange feeling she had sensed, but there was no need to tell her that, as he believed in what he said and he wasn't wrong. "You can view that as lesson one." He then added and proceeded. "As for the rest, I could teach you a lot, medicine first and foremost, but also all kinds of knowledge I assembled over my years travelling the world. If it is ninja magic, then I am pretty good at Wind and Water if I might say so. Genjutu is also something I recently became quite good at, but those are not up for teaching right now." Well yes, putting her on a genjutsu would cause several problems and might damage her psyche forever as he only knew ones that directly affected her body and were tainted with demonic corruption on top of that.
 
Tatara's explanation on coincidence was strangely the same as what fate entailed, while she had always been taught that 'coincidence' was generally perceived as being outside fate's grasp. At least to those who did not believe in a thing called fate. Of course, to be brought somewhere by fate and accept that was one thing. She knew well enough she had to ask why she was here, and in a way she had a hunch, but much like the onmyouji rarely revealed what they truly meant, so did fate hide its true intentions. Misaki knew her arrival here related to the imbalance in energy, but lacking the proper skill to restore said imbalance the reason for her being here eluded her still. Perhaps she was not meant to bring balance just yet, but figure out something else first. And the fact that it was not just 'anyone' or 'no one' but Tatara, a person she met before, sitting here, only emphasised the fact that fate was playing games right this instant. To hear Tatara explain the very basics of this fate, of the Way of Yin and Yang, as if she had never seen or heard of it was quite offending to the young kitsune. She was an Aikayume, and the daughter of the current Priestess. The kitsune of her clan were the very embodiment of onmyōdō, and she was supposedly its heir. Even if Tatara was not quite aware of who she was, surely he knew of the kitsune and their innate spiritual nature.

"Your lesson in fate wounds me, Tatara-san.", she replied to him, puffing her cheeks up and crossing her arms as she was even more offended now than a little before and unable to hide that fact. "I'm already being taught onmyōdō at the temple by the Priestess, so I'd prefer you teach me medicinal arts instead. I think that's an interesting thing to know if I wish to help out others in the Village. Maybe some good wind practice too? I like that element as well, and I heard it goes well with fire."

Already having forgotten Tatara's offence to her pride, she smiled brightly at the man, happy that he offered something of interest for her to learn. She certainly wanted to learn new means of helping others, but her mind was quite in turmoil after her experience with Maru of the Darkness back in Tea, as well as the loss of her aunt in the clan and the imbalance that slowly but steadily seemed to creep within the Village. If she so could, she would grow to heal and cleanse anything she faced, but both her skill and time on earth were limited, forcing her to find a distinct direction towards her growth.
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Tatara had to give her reply some thought, what was the way to go in teaching a young girl about medicine, afterall she seemed to not have fallen on her head, but was stil a kid. The cloaked one could hardly teach her about the the worst of wounds or diseases, so starting at the small things was probably the best way to go. Curing cough and taking care of fever aswell as identifying a sickness were the way to go even if she wanted to start with the big things. First he felt like apologizing though, or kind of atleast. "I am sorry, I just started rambling, I didn't mean to insult you. As for teachng you, I am sure we can arrange that, we should arrange to meet for lessons on medicine since it is better with atleast some equipment, which I currently have on me. Wind Jutsu is something I can teach you even today though. In his apology he petted her head with one hand, right between her animalistic ears as if she was a canine. He didn't put much thought to it as he already started to step towards the exit of the backstreet to find a place where he could teach Misaki if she so wished to. As he walked he could hear a clear, Hey we weren't done yet, you can't just go and decide to teach this brat. Tatara though shook it off and replied with confidence and a plan in mind. You see, she is from the Aikayume clan, or rather from a clan that practices spiritual rituals and the likes, learning some sort of purification might be what is going to help us. So even if it takes some time, I am sure it will be worth it, since I will also have the chance to make valuable contacts. That train of thought seemed harsh, maybe a little of only using Misaki, but he only really phrased it this way to convince the demon and to have silence in his head, as she had gotten much easier to bear since she had spilled the beans. He believed it could bring good to teach Misaki, but he wasn't specially attached to her and had yet to be convinced that she was special, but they didn't know each other yet anyways, so no wonder here.
 
Tatara apologised and agreed on teaching her, petting her in a gesture of kindness as he did so. Allowing the petting, she smiled at his kind gesture and followed him out of the dark alley as he searched for a new, hopefully better, spot where they could proceed with the lessons in medical jutsu. Keeping rather quite, Tatara seemed to be sunken in thoughts even as he lead her through the maze of streets which formed the upper, brighter region of Sunagakure, making Misaki wonder how much exactly this man occupied himself with his own thoughts in a day. Slightly feeling left out in the cold as he didn't speak much and thus didn't reveal what the lessons would be about, Misaki hummed a little while before she eventually vied for attention.

"What kind of equipment do you use for healing? Do you use herbs? Soldier pills? Cute band aids...?"

Along the road she hopped about playfully, at times keeping her balance on a low wall or bench, at times seemingly briefly dancing with the air itself. In the few moments she met someone she was familiar with as they visited the shrines or temple, she waves at them before moving on to catch up with Tatara before she lost sight of him. Free-spirited and young enough to have the world on energy, she seemed indefatigable.
 
Tatara nodded listening to the girl that was running around him. He had never been the one to climb a lot or run outside with his friends when he was small. Then he was already to reading his books and helping out with the business of his grandfather, travelling had been a thing that had caused difficulties with getting to know anyone, so it hadn't seemed lik an appealing option back then, but now he could get to know others, although he doubted he'd have much more activity. "I am afraid not everything can be cured with fancy medicine or a band aid, sadly. You should be aware of that though, injuries, sickness and death are all around us. I became a doctor to try and prevent as much as possible, to perform what people would cal miracles is my goal. To achieve that I came here, syringes, scalpel and medicine, I came to suna to upgrade all that with the use of medical ninjutsu. You see I am neither from here, nor originally a ninja." He shrugged a bit and continued walking, looking a place that was free an open, atleast a little so he could show a few jutsu and get some teachng done. While they were still walking he also didn't miss to ask about the other thing he had on his mind. "You seem to know a lot of people around here, are you popular? Is it your heritage? I am certainly interested in learning more about you and your clan." For now he tried to keep a conversation going as he didn't wanna seem boring with the second person he had met, but also because he was genuinly interested. While they were conversing his eyes were focused exactly on what she was doing and how she behaved, there had to be differences to humans after all.
 
As they walked in search of a decent training spot, Tatara explained her that life and healing were not all about joy. Injuries, disease, death. These things were the real world medics lived in, sloughing through a dark world in hopes to save those who suffered ill fate. It sounded so... realistic. Of course, the kitsune knew all that, but she disliked the thought of having to deal with such confronting, direct truths. She was more the sort to think about the smiles that would follow, the healing, the relief. Hearing Tatara speak about these things, she halted and looked up to him with big eyes of admiration.

"Working his miracle magic to save all these people... Tatara-san sounds so noble~"

Even if she sounded rather bubbly, the kitsune's admiration was genuine. Misaki could appreciate those who took the time to care for the less fortunate, and for that reason alone she considered iryo-nin a praise worthy branch. That wasn't to say that healers were the only ones worth of praise, but in the shinobi world it was the only one she knew that walked a noble path. Walking on a small border, one feet before the other and balancing perfectly with arms stretched out, her ears caught the words that betrayed Tatara as an outsider to the Village. The questions that followed on that revelation seemed to enforce that thought. Who was she, why was she and what did she do? She stood out, of course, being a kitsune. That alone warranted the attention she was receiving, for good or for bad. People wanted to pet her as if she was an animal, others wanted to hunt her for her tail. Quite a few people simply knew her as a young shinto priestess of the Aikayume.

"I wish you a belated welcome to Sunagakure, Tatara-san. I see now where your questions about the kitsune come from. My ears and tail are, indeed, my heritage. All Aikayume trace a lineage with the fox spirits. You could say that we are partially spirits ourselves, even though it is but a fraction of what our ancestors are. Our ears and tails are a proud manifestation of this, and most of us tend to align with the spirits by nature due to thsi. Our inclination towards spirituality is so strong, that we find it extremely hard not to hate demonic influence once we catch wind of it and thus you'll find my clan often take on roles that inch towards spiritual balance - shrine priestesses, exorcists, demon hunters, onmyouji. You could say we embody spirituality much like humans embody strife."

This was but a small part of it. Misaki couldn't say that the blood of the main branch was known for its healing properties, that the foxfire was not just an illusion or that her tail would split into multiple ones as she grew stronger, that her clan experienced time differently than most others or even that it was matriarchal in nature. There was so much she could tell, but she was reluctant to share all of these little secrets with someone she barely knew, instead preferring to share that what was almost considered 'common knowledge' in Sunagakure. The Aikayume were spiritual. They were the spiritual side-branch of the much greater Toraono clan too these days.

"So... I'm a young shinto priestess and apprentice onmyouji myself, as you might have noticed from my robes.", she said, flaunting the white robes with black sash. "One day, I'll be strong and wise enough to heal people from spiritual taint and cleanse their houses from pesky bakemono. I'll dance in between the ofuda talismans and make demons cower in fear when they see me. Ohohohoo~"

Misaki mimicked her mothers haughty laugh before bursting into her own girly giggling. The words were exaggerated on purpose, for she really didn't care about power. She simply wanted to help out people. Heal them, preserve them. She disliked demons, of course, so perhaps that last part was truer than she wanted to admit herself, but her aversion to destruction and her youthful innocence currently suppressed the ideas of fighting for what she cared for.

"Where are you from, Tatara-san? Were you a normal doctor before you became an iryo-nin?"​
 
Tatara nodded a little in thought. It was true that this all sounded noble, but he didn't really want to do it for the praise, in a way he acted selfish in a good way. He wanted everyone to live a great life so he could be satisfied with himself. He had no backhande intentions and would say he wanted to help everyone, but deep inside, even hidden away from himself, he wanted to do this to feel right with himself, which is not to say he didn't care about those he helped, his character just was to keep in mind. "I think it is not that easy you know, but I don't want to bore you too much, let's just say, if everybody would think a little more like me, then the world would be a far better place, although maybe one in which ninja arts would have less or different priority. Maybe we as humans would progress faster." If only every ninja village wasn't living so seperated from each other. And it wasn't just the villages, if you weren't generally travelling chances were you wouldn't get to experience another countries culture. He as an outsider wasn't as biased and tried to think of everyone he had met in the past 20 years when formulating his goals. "So if you want to live in a harmonious world, you should consider lending aid as best as possible, or just always carry that cute smile, it could make peoples day better just seeing you happy and full of energy, sometimes it is easy really."

Tatara had to surpress a chuckle, she really seemed proud of her heritage, was that part of an animal trait? Hey couldn't quite tell, but they seemed to be strongly influenced by spirits. He couldn't quite tell, but did he effect any of the spirits around? Surely his demonic energy would have an effect to some extent. "Do you think humans are born with seeking strife? A baby i harmless when born, kids get influenced by their surroundings and ultimately interests. I think what makes us human is our individuality and our the ability to evolve. I would bet that trait is present in the Aikayume aswell, although possible less devoloped since it sounds you deeply connected to spirits." He watched her balance and climb as they went, but couldn't help but wonder how different she was from a regular human girl. "As a so called scientist, I can not help but wonder how different your body and behaviour is from a human, but at the same time I don't know if a human could understand. Not to say you are not the same as us humans." He figured she wouldn't want to tell just anything as she possibly didn't know everything due to her age, but also since he was both an outsider to the clan aswell as up until recently Suna.

Tatara could only imagine what Mikoto was thinking in his head when the kid talked about cleansing demons, she was probably rather amused as it stood right now, the small fox talking about an adults work, but she seemed rather amused about it, something the reasn for Tatara didn't pick up on. It was fine, she genuinly seemed to have fun which was a good thing. Kids who could experience pure joy were getting rarer he felt. "It is refreshin to see such a bright smile, thank you. To answer your question though, I don't know exactly where I was born or where my clan came from, we were always travelling as merchants selling our work. I don't even know my parents, my mother ran away with a heap noble and my grandfather passed away a few years ago, so you could say I am all alone in terms of family now" He noticed that he got a bit into the sad side and stopped there. He wasn't really sad that he had lost or never known his family, but he didn't want to drag the atmosphere down.

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Misaki listened attentively to what Tatara told her. She couldn't say that she was able to agree to the thinks he said, partially believing that a world where everyone thought as Tatara would probably be one hell of a boring place to be, but she was also not experienced in life enough to understand what the man was talking about exactly. Ninja arts with different priorities, humans with faster progress..? Was he wishing for the humans to be as the kitsune, who were akin to spirits and had a different time perception and growth as humans? Raising her finger pensively to her lips as she mulled over his words, she didn't believe that was quite the case. Tatara really seemed to be talking about something that was way beyond her understanding. At least she could understand the consideration to aid as many as possible. That was the primary reason why she wanted to enroll as a Medical nin and why she was working hard to learn all about spirits so that she could help out people in various way. Naturally, the compliment about her smile didn't go unnoticed either, flashing him a bright smile in response.

While playfully maintaining her athletic prowess, she continued to ask rather difficult questions. It wasn't that she didn't want to answer them, but she wasn't quite sure if she knew the full answer to them. Surely, she had her own ideas and philosophies, but those often varied greatly with humans, indeed. That said, after jumping from one wall's end to another, she hopped down to sit and crossed one leg over another, tilited her head and rested her index on her cheek with an amused pensive look, amber eyes watching as the man walked behind and would pass her by in a couple of seconds.

"Kitsune are not as humans, no. We look very much the same, tail and ears excepted, but we are partially spirits as we can trace our lineage back to the great kitsune spirits of old. I know I look young, something like ten or twelve years in human time, but we tend to grow faster in mind and spirit, maybe because we are so close with spirits in general. I don't know.", she shrugged her shoulders, then jumped of the wall. "Likewise, what you call evolution, we call growth. A lot of our kin don't necessarily aim to become the strongest, smartest or greatest. We usually seek a spiritual balance, whereas humans have a natural inclination towards ... performing. Boys want to be the best, girls want to be the prettiest, even if that is a shallow representation, I admit. Kitsune just seek balance. We all have our place within the workings of fate, so even our greatest sleepers could end up as a kage if such is their destiny. Plus, kitsune are always pretty... It's why so many humans tend to chase us, for the good or for the bad."

Saying that last sentence with a swish of her tail and a giggle, she proceeded to walk next to Tatara as he answered the question of his origins. Hearing the troubled past, her ears drooped in empathy of his pain and as he stepped away from the topic, she decided she wouldn't continue on it either. The past was all fine, but it was the future one should keep in mind after all. Still, she would flash him a compassionate smile.

"My mom says that there is a family bound by blood and one bound by spirit. The first one was there for you when you arrived in the world, the second one is found by being there for others while you are in the world."
 
Tatara looked the girl up and down for a moment, thinking of an answer, but he had trouble to take her answers really serious. It wasn't that he didn't try, but he more so came to the conclusion that she had no idea what she was talking about or maybe that these Kitsune people were delusional, quite the difficult situation. "I don't mean to insult you, but I find it hard to believe the Aikayume manage to live ith this belief. Or rather, I don't believe that they kept their name and status by thinking that everything will come to them if they deserve it. Not just anybody can become a kage, time and trust are needed to ascend to the top. If you get there, it wasn't fate, it was character, dedication and power, or atleast as it stands in suna the kage will still need to prove worth even if his family was chosen to be the one who will become hokage. There is logic to everything happening in our world, we don't need 'fate' to explain that." He didn't say it out loud, but it became apparent that Kitsune were closer to humans then she wanted to admit, she possesed emotions and intelligence that was something to take out of this conversation, she didn't fel like someone who couldn't aim for greatness. He didn't stop walking as the girl sat down on the street and instead commented on it. "You shoudn't sit down in the dirt when you're wearing white clothes, it will leave dirt marks. To answer you though, no I have no 'sort' of family." He was a little cold in that aspect, not that he didn't atleast love his grandfather, but he had seen lots of death and drama to have that sense dulled. A scary thought, becoming used to death. After a little more walking he turned around an proclaimed that this was a fitting place to train. "I hope you don't mind sand an gravel beneath you for our lesson, I don't have a classroom afterall."

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Misaki chuckled at Tatara's words. How black and white. Did he truly believe that everything came with hard work? Or that everything in life was destiny? No, there was no such thing as only one or the other. Fate didn't work like that. The future was fixed in that way that certain moments of life could be predicted, but reaching that point... now that was where a person decided to make his own road. Death was inevitable, but not everyone reached death the same way.

"The Aikayume didn't keep their status because all of us seek spiritual balance. There are some who decided to become powerful shinobi, there are others who decided to become great priestesses. Some Aikayume believe it is their task to watch over spirits, others believe it is up to them to have a great amount of children. Some were simply the right person at the right time, having brought hope to a shinobi when he would have given up on his ways. One doesn't always need dedication or power to be considered a great person, or a great clan. Now there is plenty of black and white perceptions that go around, but we prefer a balanced approach. See, we all die in the end. That destiny is inevitable, yet we all walk a different road before we reach that point. Tell me then, Tatara-san, which one walks the right road when not all have achieved greatness? Would it be the road of the Kage, or the mother who birthed him?"

Logic only went so far, after all. There were plenty of happenings in life where 'logic' could not find an answer nor make sense. There was no logic as to why a spirit haunted one building but not another. Why a spirit clung to the remains of an old watch instead of the ashes of his deceased wife. There was no saying why a mediocre man found the love of the most beautiful woman, or why a successful business man keeping up an imperium for decades could lose everything in a single sneeze. If logic was all there was, the Aikayume and the kitsune would never have been here as there was no logic why people kept believing in the presence of gods and spirits alike when so many others swore by high and low they didn't exist. Was there logic in denying the truth, then, when only greater harm would come from such actions? Was there a point to even debate this? Her mother would simply say, "Men..." or "Ah, the faithless..." while rolling her eyes, but Misaki was not old enough to know the inexplicable workings of other people or why her mother thought in such ways. She was only learning and sharing what she knew.

And as if he had caught her own thoughts, Tatara-san then dictated she had to pay attention not to dirty her clothes. She stuck out her tongue in defiance, as if to say, "You're not my father", but she stood up nonetheless, invoking a brief gust of wind as she hopped off her seating. For a moment, it looked like she hung in the air, weightless as she was pushed up by the brief gust of wind for just a second before coming down on her feet, the dust and dirt blown off her robes. In the worst case, she'd simply weave a genjutsu to make others believe she was squeaky clean. Kitsune were known to be tricksters, after all, and that wasn't just because they were playfully pulling silly pranks.

"Life's lessons aren't taught on school banks.", she replied mysteriously at his suggestion to be taught on sand and gravel. As long as she wouldn't be standing in the cold rain, it was all fine. She had a paper parasol to protect her against the overly bright sun if she had to. Then again, she could bring him to the temple too. "But we could go to the temple too. I'm sure we can free a room if you'd like to be comfortable."


OOC: Exiting at your request.​
 
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