Nostalgia always crashes into my head like waves into a cliffside. Each time I step foot onto the loose earth of the Academy field this happens. The cool breeze, the whisper and rattle of leaves in trees and the bloody cries of anger and peril as students failed to complete the obstacle course and the like. ‘Smells like disappointment.’ My contract summon whispered into my mind. Lately she’s been pessimistic.
With a roll of my shoulders I tilted my head side to side to crack the joints. “It’s only disappointing because they failed. These kids need a positive role model in their life. Not me though, today I’m tutoring anyone that’s up for a challenge.” I rubbed my hands together in front of me, spacing my feet properly apart, my hand sealed a few intricate seals before slapping the ground with a solid whack. From the earth rose up four treasure chests made from the rock around me. With a devilish grin my red hues cut both ways to see if the coast was clear of any other students or teachers were around. Even if other chuunin approached what were they really going to say to me? Anbu Sennin? ‘Hey, don’t let it get to your head.’ Naibu was always damn quick to scold me, if not, keep me level.
The chests were lined up in a row facing the academy pagoda. It was now time to get to work. After a quick montage of opening the chests and fiddling with the locking mechanisms, arming them, and supplying them with surprises and goodies the chests were finally ready for testing. I stepped a few feet back, looking over my work and patting myself on the back. ‘These could kill one of the students.’ “And? If they can’t handle this they’ll die on a mission. I’m recruiting lethal soldiers, not lazy main branch ninja.” Tch, even the thought of Main Branch makes my stomach fold over like milk in the sun. “Alright, time to get the word out.” In slowly and out, the rhythm of breathing was key for my body to begin to peel apart into sheets of paper. My arms rose into the air letting the paper shoot off my arms like a bursting confetti cannon. Letting the wind do the rest of the work to preserve chakra paper sheets scattered throughout the academy grounds to recruit students to the field.
With a roll of my shoulders I tilted my head side to side to crack the joints. “It’s only disappointing because they failed. These kids need a positive role model in their life. Not me though, today I’m tutoring anyone that’s up for a challenge.” I rubbed my hands together in front of me, spacing my feet properly apart, my hand sealed a few intricate seals before slapping the ground with a solid whack. From the earth rose up four treasure chests made from the rock around me. With a devilish grin my red hues cut both ways to see if the coast was clear of any other students or teachers were around. Even if other chuunin approached what were they really going to say to me? Anbu Sennin? ‘Hey, don’t let it get to your head.’ Naibu was always damn quick to scold me, if not, keep me level.
The chests were lined up in a row facing the academy pagoda. It was now time to get to work. After a quick montage of opening the chests and fiddling with the locking mechanisms, arming them, and supplying them with surprises and goodies the chests were finally ready for testing. I stepped a few feet back, looking over my work and patting myself on the back. ‘These could kill one of the students.’ “And? If they can’t handle this they’ll die on a mission. I’m recruiting lethal soldiers, not lazy main branch ninja.” Tch, even the thought of Main Branch makes my stomach fold over like milk in the sun. “Alright, time to get the word out.” In slowly and out, the rhythm of breathing was key for my body to begin to peel apart into sheets of paper. My arms rose into the air letting the paper shoot off my arms like a bursting confetti cannon. Letting the wind do the rest of the work to preserve chakra paper sheets scattered throughout the academy grounds to recruit students to the field.