Private [Contract teaching] and [Class] Slips and trips

[Kimari Bōmu]

Waiting outside the academy grounds as the sun began to set he had spent a bit of his time today, after his chat with nova, helping out around the academy and seeing how the students were facing in the training area. He was best when it came to practical teaching and there never really was a time when he wouldn't want to showcase a little thing or two when it came down to taijutsu. If it wasn't obvious enough it was his specialty by far, he'd taken time to learn a bit of ninjutsu and hardly any genjutsu, possibly due to some scarring lessons from Shusuke. Although apparently according to Nova and Kiriyomi his weren't too far off. He knew what he'd challenge the kid he'd met today with, he had never taught an academy student one on one, so it was going to be a bit of a learning experience for both of them.

The first thing he'd probably do though is give him a lecture on skipping classes, in his days he never would have dreamed of such a thing when he was a kid. Ditching certainly wasn't something that could even possibly cross his mind actually. So the fact this young kid was already doing it, certainly needed some work, there was a lot of things he was going to teach him today. And by the end of it... well hopfully he'd be a stronger more fine tuned individual. The reward would come in not just a physical form but several others.

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[Akamine Sota]

A string of events; set off by a single motion. One that was far from uncommon in Sota's day to day. For one reason another — (perhaps karma) — a domino effect had exploded throughout the day. From the point he'd slipped out from his bed to the point in which he'd met a chuunin, his day crowned him with one misfortune after the other. Zero pranks had gone through, his dango fell victim to the collateral damage resulting from his own severe lack of impulse control, and now he was forced to meet up with the same chuunin from before just to — what, play a game? Well. No actual force was involved but he still decides to carry himself onto the designated meeting spot with his shoulders slumped and a resigned frown coloring him annoyed. Look long enough and you might start to see a gray cloud floating above his head.

Sota enters the field with nothing short of a glare, one that isn't particularly aimed at Keniwa or anyone for that matter. Simply was his default state in the face of absolute boredom. Or, in this case, a mixture of both boredom and annoyance. Stopping a safe distance from the supposed-chuunin, he eases the furrow in his brows.

No teacher had ever gotten around to the red-headed brat, so he struggled to find reason as to why this chuunin thought he could teach Sota anything. But then, what did Sota expect to get from this? Why'd he even come? He knows better than anyone that he doesn't do well with instructions. Doesn't heed them, never have.

"I'm hungry."

Unsaid: get ready to do as promised.



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[Kimari Bōmu]

Seeing the boy with a gloomy aura around him, his body language and facial expression saying it all, although this may have just been a resting face for him, because they had just met today. Despite this Keniwa wasn't about to forget what he was thinking about before he arrived. And having access to the principals office it wasn't hard to pull up data and find this certain individual in the academy logs. "Akamine Sota... That is a fascinating name, you should be proud to have it. I noticed you were not in class today Sota. So I will take the mantle of teaching you a few things today, hopefully inspiring you to go to your lessons... and depending on how you do..." Pulling out the previous letter slip from before he opened it which inside revealed a pair of ten thousand yen. "I'll treat you, like I mentioned before, all you have to do is get this slip from off of me. Once you do it's all yours."

"If you understand the rules of the game then your hunger should be satisfied in no time, well depending on your own spirit." Standing across from the red haired individual he'd smile confidently as it had been a while since he had done anything remotely close to this. The last time likely having been Shusuke's bell test that him and his peers completed. With the slip held in his right hand he wasted no time, squatting down he would look up towards the sky and launching himself with ease high up in to one of the trees which surrounded the field. Squating with his hands resting between his legs, arms resting on each thigh he'd look down at Sota, grinning as he did. "Do not worry, I will go easy on you!"

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[Akamine Sota]

Sota's body straightens to the sound of his name. "The hell? How'd you get my name?" (And why should he be proud of it?) Moreover, why would a chuunin go out of his way to gather information about an academy student? Something stirs within, a myriad of unfamiliar questions that the boy has never had to worry about before narrowing his stare.

But, like any other dim-witted twelve-year-old, Sota's attention is easily stolen from his thoughts at the sight of dual bills. Food fills his brain, replacing any lingering suspicion, and while he doesn't appreciate having a carrot dangled before his eyes, he wasn't going to complain. After all;

"I get to beat you up AND eat for free? Sick!"

Eyes flicker after the other who settles on a nearby tree. A belittling comment is thrown at the redhead who, to everyone's surprise, only offers a scoff in return. Doesn't dare admit it, but he's beginning to regain some fuel at the thought of beating a higher-ranked student. Puts a wide grin on his face. And, just like that — it begins.

What Sota doesn't know can't hurt him. While entertaining in prospect — and definitely something that his ego would find pleasant; the idea of fighting a goddamned sennin might've just driven Sota to falter before he even tried. Unaware of the fact that anything he did would give little to no results, the boy charges forward, vigor and overblown confidence beckoning a high-pitched laugh from his lips. Then, before the distance between him and the tree closes too tight, he leans down, shoulders nearly touching with the ground — copies the momentum that had launched Keniwa earlier and thrusts himself into the air, fists clenched. Knows that his power pales in comparison to a chuunin (let alone a sennin). Has an idea:

Just before he can reach the first branch of the tree, his arm swings, and the sand that he'd grabbed just before his take off is hurled in the direction of Keniwa's face.



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[Kimari Bōmu]

The boy's headlong rush sparked a firey passion in Keniwa, especially since he trusted his body and his guts first before anything else. And whilst it was a strategy that he had used in his early days as an academy student, in one particular memorable situation which led to his brother losing his arm. On it's own it was recklessly dangerous against any sort of enemy but like previously stated he was going easy on the young academy student. Although to his surprise whilst he expected a punch in fact a bag of sand was hurled towards his face, managing to close his eyes as it was littered amongst his facial features he would grab his red scarf which was wrapped around his neck swiftly tying it around his eyes. "That was a great idea! Which would work against most foes." In touch with his tremor sense as long as he was connected to the earth in some way no matter how high up he was he could use the vibrations of the ground to see the world around him in a much more clearer light. What this basically meant was he didn't need his eyes to see at all, and he even had prior practice of going blind with his tremor sense for a moment just to retouch with the ground.

Despite this all, Sota was about to learn the hard way the consequences of rushing in, standing up from his current position he with precise footing jump off the branch towards Sota with speed, using him as a sort of platform he would push the boy down as he ascended higher in to the air using a burst of chakra from the soles of his shoes to propel himself further upwards. "Why don't you meet a friend of mine?" Making several handseals as he floated for a few seconds in the sky a large puff of smoke would appear before a huge object crashed down below. A resonating chime of a grand clock would play out, as the dark blue behemoth stood prominently inside of the field. "Keniwa... why have you summoned me?" The ginormous grandfather clock would look around his surroundings somewhat confused seeing a huge lack of enemies or any sort of real problem. "I need your help Setsuna. Please could you stop this red haired boy from taking this slip." Dropping the letter in the air it would flutter downwards hurdling towards Setsuna. Taking things quite literally out of his hands, there was a reason why Keniwa had decided to use such a ginormous contract for a game like this, not that the kid had any idea though.

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[Akamine Sota]

That was a great idea!

Sota blinks. Praise was nowhere in the list of reactions he'd expected from Keniwa — from anyone. A part of him wants to rule it, yet again, belittling. But to no avail. Keniwa practically preaches the definition of genuine, and no matter how alien his words may sound, he seems to always mean them. Alas, Sota settles for embarrassment.

Shortlived; he has exactly a split second to raise his brows at the (blindfolded? — is he stupid?) opponent dropping his way, and it's up before he can finish his sentence "what are you — "

THUD's the sound that his body makes when it hits the ground. "Gaah.... what the fuck!" he drawls, a hand rubbing the back of his head. Opens his eyes another moment too late, just as the heavens decides to drop an earthquake over Sota's head. A tremor shakes him from within the core of the ground, a clock thundering away behind his person. Sota's practically hesitating when he turns to look over his shoulder. Doesn't want to know what the hell Keniwa happens to be talking to nor does he want to risk not knowing.

"Oh, come ON. You forgetting that I'm just some academy student? The hell are you cheating for?!"

Knew it didn't classify as cheating, per se, but his point still stood loud and clear. Choosing to summon when you were two grades above your opponent was like pulling out a sledgehammer on a spider. "Hey!!!" Sota called to the clock.

"You feel good about helping this guy pick on someone half his size?! I'm just an academy student y'know!!!!"

Because when all his other options looked futile, playing the pitiful party was a last (and quite frankly, only) resort.



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[Kimari Bōmu]

Falling down on to another tree his sense of sight had been renewed, it would be a lie to say it wasn't scary, practically going blind every time he needed to jump or took to the air, however it was good practice for any potential situations that may come in the near or far future. He'd leave the rest to his contract beast, this was only the first part of what he had hoped to teach Sota today, although he would offer some words of encouragement in the face of adversity. "Despite his size, Setsuna would actually be an easier opponent for you. So I shall stay out of it for now, if anything I will lend you some help! Setsuna is quite big and not that agile, so all you have to do is grab the slip from on top of him. Should not be that hard for you Sota." Perching on a branch he would eagerly await to see what the young kid would display next.

Setsuna however was not so pleased, furrowing the two hands of his clock face to make a rather annoyed expression. "I trust your judgment young pebble, there is a few route that you may be taking this. So I shall play along with this game." He began to loudly chime continuously in rhythm blowing everything slightly away with each wave of sound, prominent yet not overly powerful. If closely inspected there may be a hidden mechanism allowing him to send off these continuous waves.

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[Akamine Sota]

Jaws tightened, brows twisted in confusion; "you're stronger than this thing?" poised not as a question, but as a whisper — as if for himself to mull over. Real question was this: who is Keniwa? Every interaction had brought him to the same mantra, that there's something odd about this guy. In more ways than Sota knew. And that pissed him off. He didn't usually care to know about anyone, but when he did, he had to know everything.

"Whatever!" Sota barked in an attempt to bat away the thoughts. The last thing he needed was a distraction. Didn't want failure to be the product of his own errors (and yet... having skipped so many classes, perhaps he'd already set himself up for failure.)

Warily, he begins to pace for the gigantic frame, him treading in its large shadow, and it covering the skies, shielding his eyes from the sun. Closer, and closer. Until he feels the way it sends out large waves of winds every time it sings. And he's quite light. With every gust, feels the need to strain his legs, to grit his teeth and bite down on a symphony of curses. Pushes forward whenever there's a window, a pause in the shoving forcing, and holds his ground when his jacket begins to flap in alarm. Then, he continues. On and on, until it gets too hard to hold his ground. Until it feels as though the earth itself is struggling. Feels the back of his heels dig into the soil, and feels the ground's support weaken with every distance sliced short.

Suddenly, there isn't ground. Sota's eyes blink wide — realizes mid-air that he's about to be blown back. Before he can think, something flickers in front of him and buries itself into the earth. A kunai. Then, the winds break, and he has just about enough time to use the the same kneeling stance that Keniwa had used earlier to fling himself forward and cut the space between him and Setsuna.

He seizes his chance; quickly dances around the large leg and prepares to dig his blade into the ground to hold him in his place if its winds still reach him. Sota doesn't think to climb it just yet, but instead skips around in an attempt to find its weak spot.



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pls explain the hidden mechanism if Sota can see it from his position (underneath Setsuna).

 

[Kimari Bōmu]

As Sota would near the grandfather clock taking time between each interval to draw closer and closer it would become clear to him that this wasn’t a special chakra technique it was his own raw power fuelling him to be able to send off such powerful chimes. They didn’t shake Keniwa whatsoever but for a normal civilian or a student it’d certainly prove a difficult obstacle, smiling as he watched Sota’s vibrations near closer and closer to Setsuna he did wonder what may happen. Whilst he didn’t have the greatest track record so far the Kyoujouran didn’t want to write off this young boy just yet, no it wasn’t fair on any of these academy students for people to judge them.

Half way up the side of Setsuna’s structure, would be a small flap which would allow one to look in to the grandfathers clock’s mechanism, several small gears would click and whir between each chime, seeming to power the contracts innate ability to click and flow so effortlessly. Although this would certainly be able to eradicate someone’s hand if uncareful, a brutal yet obvious end to an unlucky person’s finger. Setsuna stood tall watching down as time passed. “You are getting there Sota! Keep going I’m sure you’ll do it!” Keniwa would praise and encourage the red head’s efforts. For this final part he wanted to be able to truly see himself what the boy’s final gambit would be. Whether he could withstand the mighty Tsukumogami for much longer was certainly a question that only Sota could answer.

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[Akamine Sota]

Catching the praise tossed his way made pearls flash in a snarl. Didn't know how to respond, felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, and — worst of all: the feeling of wanting to prove himself pricked Sota like a thorn. With no good retort in mind, he settled for a glare in Keniwa's direction. But, just as his head whips upward, he sees it. The small fixture installed into the mountain-sized clock.

Lips slip back into a smile. Without thinking it through, his feet press into the ground, his knees crane low. Then, with one good push, he's back in the air, landing on the first beam that extends out of the construction. Then, up onto another one. And the next, and so on. Until, something zips out of his pocket. If the winds reached him even here, he would be thrust back out into the air, but it wouldn't matter for a wire would be seen coming out of his jacket, and whirling around the pillar. Look close enough and you might catch the kunai fixed onto the front of the cord. It travels toward the skies, is only stopped when the wire meets the large cornice of the clock, coils the kunai over it and hooks tightly over the corner of the structure.

"Gotcha," Sota hisses. Whether the wind threatened him or not, he shoots up in the air, after the kunai. Manages to reach the top of the ledge, and — having reached the middle of Setsuna, he finally sees it. The inner workings of this sentient machine-thing.

Here, his tongue clicks, and.... he winces. Faced with whirring cogs and metals, colors drains from his face. Using his brain wasn't really his forte. Not when he had fists. "Fuck's this, now..." If Keniwa had taken the time to search him up, he should've at least known that much. Was this intentional? Maybe this was his way of telling Sota to go back to attending his classes.

"KENIWAAAAAAA!!!!! WHAT THE HELL DO I DO HERE? DO I JUST — ugh,

fuck it!" Something that was his forte: acting before thinking. Using his kunai-attached cord, Sota decides to shove the blade into one of the wheels. And, if it breaks, he would jump back, hoping that the wires would be sucked in with the vicious movement of the system, hopefully choking it in place. Now, whether that worked or not — (he had little to no hope that it would) — Sota is already twisting on one heel and hoping to remove himself from the room.



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[Kimari Bōmu]

Watching the innovative idea that Sota had just displayed as he began to scale the giant clock, Keniwa smiled with pride. The wind would still affect the academy student but due to his ninja wire being wrapped round the structure, he could easily stay held on without being blown away. Despite the few times Keniwa witnessed the red head cursing and minor moments of self doubt and hesitation, he really was beginning to really gain some actual confidence in himself and it couldn't help but make the Kyoujouran feel warm inside. Due to his age and lack of opportunities he wasn't exactly the most experienced in teaching a student one on one, and usually held a whole class instead. But if this kid was an example of what could be achieved if really pushed, then... the future seemed bright.

"KENIWAAAAAAA!!!!! WHAT THE HELL DO I DO HERE? DO I JUST — ugh,

fuck it!"

"Keep going Sota! You are almost there!" Watching closely he witnessed Sota shove a kunai in to the gears which spun inside the old tsukumogami, although it was at this moment where Keniwa held his breath. Despite their short time together he knew Setsuna's strength was nothing to trifle with. "Almost." And for a tiny moment there was silence from the mighty clock, as the kid jumped away however a crunch and shattering sound could be heard. As it was broken and launched directly back out the way it came, except this time in hundreds of small and sharp fragments. A few of them slicing and cutting tiny marks in the boy's face, as well as small wounds in his two arms, causing small amounts of blood to spurt and leak out, whilst he still remained on the edge.

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[Akamine Sota]

Hoping to remove himself —

hope was the underlined idea here. His attempt his futile. In fact, his habit of doing-first-thinking-second is punished by the exploding fragments of metal flying in his direction.

"GAH!!" He's practically sent stumbling back when defensive arms are brought up too late to prevent injury to his face. Red is dotted across his face, blood lining against his brow, his nose, his cheeks, the corners of his mouth. The next heat of pain unravels upon his arms, but as he bites down on the urge to cry out in pain, something wraps around his wrist.

His wires from before. They dance and struggle against with the workings of the machine. Only, instead of entering and jamming the system, Sota — who hadn't escaped in time — is caught within their waltz.

Suddenly, and before he knows it, he's yanked back into the construction. "FuckfuckFUCK — " And in a frenzied attempt to stop his body from being eaten alive by the jaws of the clock, he stupidly sticks out his hands and tries to hold his ground only — his fingers now catch within the cogs, and begin to suffer the same fate as the kunai; are ripped apart by the machine.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"



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[Kimari Bōmu]

Keniwa was in shock as he watched the event play out before him, as blood spurted out from the cogs of Setsuna he instantly dashed towards the scene in an attempt to free Sota and restore the damage that had been done. Whilst he hadn't completely learnt everything to do with the medical branch and its ins and outs he was experienced enough to be able to handle this. "Sota!" He shouted as he stretched out his hand in an attempt to grab him. However it was then when the gigantic clock's voice rung out to his contract master. "Young man, you told me to handle this. Is this not what you asked for. You must wait and see what the future holds, do not act so recklessly, give the sapling time to grow."

Hesitantly he manged to jump back before he touched the damaged red head, flipping backwards and landing on to the grass he hadn't thought Setsuna would push him this hard. What could he have been thinking? "J-just keep going Sota." Taking a gulp, the promise that he and his contract made was eternal. He had no choice but to put his trust in him, there was no way he'd really... kill him? The sun would continue to set as the sky turned a bright blazing orange shining down on the bloody scene. A golden glow lighting each of their bodies.

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[Akamine Sota]

A thousand thoughts race through his mind, none of which are coherent — none of which Sota can actually focus on. There's a feeling that surges through him that he doesn't recognize, doesn't have time to; is busy fighting to save his hands before they, too, are swallowed by Setsuna. Seconds feel like minutes, and after a couple, he manages to free himself, falling backwards in the process. He learns that the alien feeling from before, the one that had practically squeezed his throat shut was none other than fear.

Never before had Sota been in arm's reach of death.

His heart continues to hamper in his chest, and his eyes remain blown wide. When they finally lower, Sota sees his fingerless hands overflowing with a thick pool of red. Adrenaline nearly chokes him, his breath begins to pick up, and he watches the waterfall of blood stain his clothes.

But what overpowers it all; this ringing noise that just won't fuck outta his brain. An alarm screaming for him to focus. See, his fingers aren't entirely cut off. Yes, underneath the wall of viscera, they hang at an awkward angle that no set of limbs should ever be at. The ringing continues, Sota continues to stare, and... at this point, perhaps the stress has gotten to his head because what he sees next makes no sense at all. Blood pools in between his digits. The skin mends itself on its own. Slowly, his fingers return to the right angle, and slowly, the scorching pain begins to fade away. Once again: seconds feel like minutes. It's as though he's a cassette stuck on loop.

"What, what's ha..." It's the sound of his own voice that wakes him. He practically jumps to his feet, and if the adrenaline from before had waned off, he feels it skitter right back. In front of him, he sees the machinery finally jam to a stop. Due to what, he knows not. Doesn't care.

Perhaps it's this newfound sensation of fear that drives him to move before he can register anything but Sota begins to quickly back out. Out of the blood painted room. Pulls out a new wire, and hurriedly makes way for the top of the clock. All in silence. His words choke before they can roll off his tongue. And just like that, minutes flash by. One moment he's zipping up the structure. Another; he's descending back down, something stuck in-between his bloodied fingers. The ringing continues in one ear, and — eventually, he's face to face with the man that'd caused all of this.

"He... here," Sota mumbles, eyes glazed over. In his hand, is the envelope filled with his prize. A much forgotten prize.



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[Kimari Bōmu]

He’d never seen anything like it before, especially not with an academy student. It was his very first time he saw someone have such natural prowess with blood and its inner workings. Piercing inside the mechanism that Sota had exited, it was clear the blood which sprayed from his own body had been used to edge the gears, maintaining their semi liquid and semi solid shape. It was certainly a gift and it must have been what Setsuna was referring to in some way or another. But with Sota’s body practically moving on its own at this point, grabbing on to the letter and holding it out in front of Keniwa he immediately began to create handseals. “A-amazing… fantastic even. First let’s take care of your hands, it seems you’ve reattached them with… this gift of yours. But just to be sure, a skeletal refortification jutsu couldn’t hurt.” He would gently hold each of the boys hands as they would restore back to their previous form. “And in case there is any other injuries around… a regeneration jutsu is in order.”

Green energy began to flow around the Kyoujouran’s hands as it would completely absorb the young boy for a moment before gracefully fluttering away healing his body. “The reward there is yours… you certainly worked hard for it… harder than I’ve ever seen before. And it appears you’ve tapped deep in to something you didn’t know about. You should definitely focus on training that prowess you have with blood and control under it.” Setsuna would use this opportunity to speak to the redhead, “I never enjoy seeing the young in pain. However I knew if given the right opportunity… you would go on to do great things. Like the one before you, you are more than capable to harness the power of the Tsukumogami. Until we meet again” Disappearing in a cloud of smoke the grand clock would disperse leaving the two alone.

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[Akamine Sota]

A distant murmur; words of praise. Sota sees the man's lips moving, conjuring something akin to comfort and care. And certainly, care is brought and placed within his palms. Radiates heat — mild, in comparison to the pain that had burnt him earlier. But not the mention of a gift nor the one of reward is enough to pull Sota from the clouds. He forgets to question the chuunin, why he is capable of regenerating broken bones. Forgets to question who he is, and fails to remember what he'd come here for in the first place.

It's the unfamiliar voice of the clock which frees him from his own mind. Has him blinking up, looking to Setsuna in growing confusion. And, as the field is swallowed in a sudden veil of smoke, Sota focuses his glare on Keniwa.

"What. The fuck. Are you two on about." Against his wishes, Sota's words are croaked out. Contain not enough spite to paint the feeling that unspools within him. Are tainted with tar and desperation, as if stuck reliving the pain of having had his fingers sliced off.

"Just now... what was all that? Was I 'bout to die?"



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[Kimari Bōmu]

Keniwa would pocket each of his hands as he sat down with crossed legs. “I suppose that does sound a bit weird off the bat. There was certainly no chance of death, with the both of us. Although I never would have thought you’d stick your fingers in his tough machinery. That must have… really hurt. Come sit down next to me.” He would pat the grass down next to him although it seemed that the kid was still in somewhat of a state of shock.

“It’s probably best if you take a seat. Some rest after all that could do you some good. Uhm, actually is there anything you wanna ask me? Especially about Setsuna and what a Tsukumogami.” The state of shock that Sota was in, did make the Kyoujouran feel a little bad. However it was a learning experience for the both of them.

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[Akamine Sota]

I never would have thought you’d stick your fingers in his tough machinery

Suggesting what — that he'd not expected the boy to be so stupid? Sota's teeth grit, mainly out of embarrassment. At the invitation, he offers a scoff. Doesn't step beside Keniwa, doesn't need to sit. (Doesn't want the chuunin to read him and his firelit nerves). But sure. Perhaps he's got enough of a question mark written across his face to come off as stupid. Or at least curious. If it wasn't crystal clear already: Sota was confused. Not enough talk about a gift would lessen the alien feeling he'd experienced when his fingers were sewn back to their form.

"Explain everything."

There was not one or two questions. There were many. Setsuna had mentioned Tsukumogami, but what even was Setsuna?



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[Kimari Bōmu]

Wasting no time he’d begin to share his theories and facts with the boy. “Well as you likely know what you just did… you’ve probably never done before. If my knowledge of the study of bloodlines and clans don’t allude me, I believe that the ability to channel and control blood is tied deeply with the Chigokai. So unless you are from a direct clan… you must have some chigokai blood in your family history. Other than that I could not really offer any other direct explanation.” Letting out a sigh to gauge the boy’s current reaction before continuing. “Setsuna has not been contracted to me for very long, but any competent Shinobi needs a contract. Most usually they are an animal of some kind but in rare cases they can take more unique forms. Such as a Tsukumogami, objects which have taken living form. Imagine Setsuna as a gateway to you forming a bond with a Tsukumogami of your own. In perhaps a day a week a month. You could find and forge a bond with one. And finally in regards to what jutsus I just used on you, both of them are medical jutsus, they are mostly kept to medical ninja however like a contract. Any experienced Shinobi would do good to learn a few, one way or another.”

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[Akamine Sota]

A story that seemed far-fetched and yet — at the same time — not. When was the last time Sota spoke to his parents? Did he even know anything of his kin? Alas. No matter what question lingered on his mind, the idea of approaching his father or mother about any of this was no stranger than the revelation of being a Chigokai. Like with the rest of the chaos that Sota surrounded himself with, he'd have to push this to the back of his crown. Bury it and go on with his life. As he did best.

Thing was: he didn't need to pretend: with what'd happened, an inner part of him was practically begging to forget it all.

"Whatever." The word's muttered, a form of surrender molding his tone. As his gaze drifts in the distance, fatigue begins to catch up to him. Even with the help of Keniwa's healing properties, never before has the boy exhausted his body like this.

"A bond, huh."

Plans weren't his forte but, standing there and then, Sota felt like he knew what would come next.



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