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Old 05-07-2012, 08:39 PM   #1
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Child,

You have been selected for a tremendous honor, to be my student. I know of your own skill and was personally acquainted with your late father and I prefer to keep things succinct. Meet me outside your house, your true education begins at dawn.

The Great and Powerful

Tatsumaki Fuji
There could be worse assignments.

As the first member of the team to be inducted, Fuki was instructed to test and induct her new teammate into the team--it was just unfortunate that her teammate happened to be Hyosetsu Echizen. They had never met personally, though their mutual success meant that Fuki had been aware of him and even more so after the exam. Fuki had gone first and she had won her match within fifteen seconds, beating an opponent in a way so dominant that she figured the title of number one was merely a formality.

Of course she hadn't accounted for Echizen to actually kill his opponent in his fight and had considered it a personal affront since she had purposely not done the same to her opponent.

So maybe she was bitter and maybe that's why Gou had sent her on this assignment but the ten year old prodigy wasn't planning on letting her bitterness cloud her judgement. She figured that this was just as much of a test for her as it was for Echizen.

It's why she approached the boys house looking very much not like herself and rather like her grandfather, a common disguise she had used in the past. Decked out in full Navy attire with leather like skin and a long salt and pepper beard, Tatsumaki Fuji looked everything the part of a disgruntled naval captain. She wanted to test the boy -said loosely since like most he was older than her- in both mind and skill.

The fact that she was putting her own mind and skills against his certainly did not fuel her resolve.

Not at all.

She arrived fifteen minutes early as she did for all assignments and the small child breathed and tried her best to get into the character of the man who raised her--as if it hadn't been one of the first disguises she learned.

She grinned as the anticipation of the con reached it's heights...

There definitely could've been worse assignments.
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Old 05-07-2012, 11:06 PM   #2
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Tears from the other day had dried, sweat wetting his face and soaking into the fabric of the long headband he wore every morning when training. Garbed in a white athletic shirt matched with form fitting Gi pants, the knee long, thin cloth of his opened hoodie fluttered with his brisk steps as he paced, in a cool stride, toward his house. Droplets of sweat dripped from white hair, but most of his face was obscured by the shade his hoodie produced. Before dawn, Hyousetsu Echizen could always be spotted leaving his home, then returning hours later: a daily training routine. He jogged with both hands securing the front of his face, emulating the Peek-a-Boo style of boxing while practicing basic combinations, deep in thought.

One, two, three, two – jab, cross, hook, cross

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Child….
…personally acquainted with your late father…
The Great and Powerful…
Tatsumaki Fuji…?

One, two, five, two – jab, cross, left uppercut, cross

What kind of man introduces themselves with such confidence? There’d been a suite of letters sent to his house, but none of them were so straight forward and blunt. This person acknowledged that he’d be Echizen’s sensei? He’d been waiting awhile to be assigned a Genin Team, and listened to the wacky stories older shinobi spoke about their teacher in question. But this guy, if someone with such arrogance ended a letter with The Great and Powerful, it must’ve meant something, right? Breaking back into his own rhythm, the crystal haired Genin approached his house even quicker, remembering that the letter said that this mysterious man was once personally acquainted with his father.

But then again, a lot of people claimed the same thing, he’d treat him no different.

One, six, three, two – jab, right uppercut, left hook, right hand

Fuji arrived fifteen minutes early, Echizen appeared jogging beyond the fence that lead to his destination seven minutes early. His march came to an abrupt halt once noticing the elder man waiting. Slowing his breath like his stride, Echizen dropped his fists, chest heaving with an inhale and retracting with an exhale. Like the shy, nervous wreck that he was, eye contact fell with the drop of his arms, peering up every now and then to make sure this older military fellow knew he recognize his existence with respect.

S-sorry if I…um…kept you waiting…s-sir,” Immediately, he bowed.

Hyousetsu Echizen, ready for training…um…Sir.
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Old 05-08-2012, 07:09 PM   #3
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Nervous, unsure, he must be ridiculously talented physically and spiritually to overcome such weakness mentally. How could someone be put so high and walk like they're being pushed through hell?

Fuki thought like she had all the experience in the world and treated her mere week experience with Gou as a trip around the world. She had already gazed at the boy and passed judgement on the way he presented himself, Echizen looked fragile and there was something to be said of fragility. It was possible, she thought, that he was like some of the people her grandfather told her about--talented swordsmen who are masters in the dojo and cowards on the battlefield, born with all the skill but lacking the one thing that was neccesary to win.

A killer instinct.

Of course, he is a killer , which is more than I can say.

She glared at Echizen for a moment and then laughed a loud and hearty laugh, throaty and so shaped by years at sea you could smell the salt on her breath. Her grandfather was a serious and traditional man with a very large taste for theatrics, but it was something to be said that his granddaughters perception of him was definitely skewed. He was one part whip master and another part candy giver, a boogey man type monster and also a teddy bear demanding perfection.

It made the ruse a lot of fun.

"Come with me boy," Fuki motioned and headed down the street, "You have a long and bloody education ahead of you, no need to rush it."

She eyed him with some mirth...

"How have you been since your exam?"
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Old 05-09-2012, 02:54 AM   #4
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This was going to be a long day.

He could feel it, quaking under the pressure of quivering strong bones erecting his spin so he’d be standing with more confidence, he could feel the stress of the day shift with the atmosphere. The old man’s brittle laughter, hollowed like his glaring eyes shaped with an unorthodox amount of experience, fueled Echizen’s slow ascent to deciphering his motives. Even when the two made their way to the road, an astute ear turned and listened with full attention to the words he spoke. A long and bloody education ahead of him? The Hyousetsu all ready disliked his manner of speech, it wasn’t the bluntness of it, moreso how different this man was when compared to Miss Reikokuna, or even…

Gunko-senpai…

Brown eyes adverted even more from making eye contact, Echizen biting the side of his lower lip with pure frustration in the situation he was in. This old man, Tatsumaki Fuji, though all the evidence wasn’t set out in front of him, the way he presented himself was in the same fashion as the others who usually came, asking about the Genin Exam. But he was his sensei, right? Echizen would be forced to bite his tongue on a lot of things. So when Fuji asked that question, the obvious one about the Hyousetsu’s well-being after the exam, he entered the conversation already withdrawn from comfortability.

I’m fine.

The answer arrived on basic, defensive instinct, but flowed from his lips with the passive quality of a human breathing. It’s the equivalent of a boxer batting off punches, or someone shrugging off a miniscule question: its nature didn’t externally faze him. The two kept walking with Echizen a few paces behind the elder man, eyes attempting to analyze him as they moved. He proposed a question:

The letter said that….you…y-you knew my father…

Attempting to breathe away his nerves, Echizen produced a silent sigh:

….How?
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Old 05-09-2012, 09:34 AM   #5
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Fuki had been trained in the art of conversation to know when someone didn't want to answer, Echizen's quick shift in the direction of the conversation showed that much. He was curious as to how Fuji knew his father? Well Fuki didn't even know if her grandfather actually did and didn't know much about the Hyosetsu boys father aside from stories she had heard of his skill or valor and the fact that he was once a member of the seven.

Answering in specifics would increase her chances of being found out.

But as Fuji looked pensive in thought as the pair continued walking, Fuki decided that perhaps a little fiction would tip her hand slightly, it was after all no fun until after Echizen figured out her charade.

"He was my best friend..."

She shook her head and then looked at the boy once more.

"But there will be more time for a trip down memory lane later," Fuki chuckled, "For now I have a question for you--what percentage of being a good shinobi rests in your mental make up? Your own personal opinion on it, I'm curious as to..."

What was his father's name? This was an inopportune moment to have a lapse in memory, Fuki's pause was sure to go noticed, she could only hope that the boy wouldn't think much of it.

"I'm curious to know how his son thinks."

She mentally exhaled.

Not going out like a sucker! No way!
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Old 05-09-2012, 02:21 PM   #6
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…I mustn’t run away. I mustn’t run away. I mustn’t run away. I mustn’t run away. I mustn’t run away…

This was the phrase that chanted in his head once things hadn’t added up. Normally, under conventional circumstances, his little body would’ve twitched the second anyone mentioned being his father’s best friend. While walking, his body language stayed as neutral as before, as if Echizen believed in the words the old man spoke, though he knew he was wrong. He knew that his father’s closest comrade was his mother, as well as an individual inducted into the same generation of the Seven Legendary Swordsman his father had been a part of, and had long passed away from his knowledge. As quickly as Echizen answered his question, Fuji did the same, skimming over the details in order to transition into another matter.

But when the inopportune moment of silence appeared, the Hyousetsu’s heart sank even more.

He didn’t want to run away, nor did he wish to give this person the chance to run. Under conventional circumstances, Echizen would’ve stopped walking, bowed his head in frustration before explaining to Fuji, possibly in tears, how incorrect his story was. This moment didn’t call for such measures, for all he knew this man could’ve been a spy with the wrong information, and to stop now to create a scene or give him the upper hand in this situation could prove to be lethal. It might’ve been the memory of Gunko-senpai that fueled him, or the warm arms of Miss Reikokuna that resuscitated his courage, or even the fact that he was afraid of Tatsumaki’s unknown skill, only one thing was clear under the cool air of dawn:

Echizen refused to run away.

Intuition gave into reaction as Echizen’s spring loaded legs leapt forward, utilizing most of his speed to close the all ready close distance between he and the old man. Things didn’t add up, the mathematical equation of Fuji’s tale so miscalculated that he’d have to erase his answer, start from the beginning, and then show his work. But the alluded time for the pop quiz was over. Tiny closed knuckles ascended from the side of the Hyousetsu’s stomach, right fist ascending in a pirate’s hook upward arc while the left guarded the side of his face. Momentum gathered with speed, pent up chakra condensed in hand while Echizen, keeping a close eye on the elder man, threw a clean, Seido Kobushi-stylized uppercut at him. The head was too small a range to aim for, so he opted out to focus a more accurate strike at bigger target: the mid-section, solar plexus.

Regardless of getting a hit-confirm or not, the little Hyousetsu was on his toes, prepared to bounce in any direction needed to close or create range. Still, one question shot out from him as swiftly as his fist was thrown:

Who are you…!?

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It happened quick, but it hadn't happened quick enough.

She could tell immediately when the feel changed and was also lucky in that the speed difference was marginal and the punch was one that hinted at it's coming. The uppercut would not hit Akamura Fuki or even Tatsumaki Fuji as Echizen might've suspected, instead it resulted in a poof of smoke and then a collapsing of material--the naval clothes and even more surprising, a mask with the same feel and look as skin. It was a confounding scene to be sure and it was also sure to leave Echizen confused or scared.

At least, that's what Fuki thought.

"I'm Akamura Fuki, your teammate."

She approached from the side now in her normal appearance--small, a baggy jacket, high socks, black shorts, and a white t-shirt. She looked completely unassuming as pig-tailed hair and big brown eyes studied the boy, the once gravely voice of the naval captain now replaced by the squeaky sound of Fuki's own voice.

She walked to the pile her espionage kit left behind and then looked at it pensively, she was bothered by this. Her gamble on fiction hadn't paid off, the fact that the only person who had bested her in the academy had been able to figure it out made her even more angry...

"How'd you figure me out?"

OOC: Jutsu Used: Kawarimi
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Knuckles skidded on air as the force of the uppercut danced with wind. Echizen’s brown eyes had been focused, watching as a poof of smoke dissolved into crumbling clothing that collapsed on floor. His right hand shot back to the forefront of his baby face, reinstating the Peek-a-boo boxer stance while shifting his whole weight backwards. On edge, yet light on his feet, the Hyousetsu bounced away from the clothes out of pure reaction, creating a good distance in order to access the situation.

K…kawarimi no jutsu…? W-wait, what the…!?

Brown pupils grew with both knowledge and horror once the hollowed out mask of flesh appeared in his line of vision. The little boy’s jaw dropped in somewhat confusion, but moreso over the fact that this was the first time he’d seen a get up like that so live and in person. His surprise was so potent that he almost drowned out the sound of his teammate introducing herself, but the squeaky, high-pitched quality of her tone penetrated through the possibility of being ignored.

A-ka-mu-ra Fu-ki? Ta-tsu-ma-ki Fu-ji?

For a moment, he almost groaned at the similarities of syllables in the name. But Fuki? The two hadn’t met personally, but Echizen was aware of her presence within Mist’s Academy. They were around the same age, separated by a couple months even. Relaxing his shoulders under the garb of his opened hoodie, a rather intense scowl curved his eyebrows into a frown. Pointing an index finger toward the younger girl, Echizen held back the tears of relief that began forming behind his eyelids:

W-who…who does that!?

He turned away, bringing a bandaged wrapped hand to face to massage his eyes, breathing slow until his urge to cry disappeared. Echizen kept his ears listening though, tuned to the defeated, childish question asked:

You…you didn’t know my father’s name…and…claimed to be my father’s best friend,” Exhaling again, crystal colored hair swayed with the shake of his head, “Even so…my father’s dead, and his best-friend is dead too, so…

…yeah. Greeting Fuki with a pointed index finger, again, Echizen’s amazement still got the best of him:

W-what is the meaning of this anyway?

It was a bad first impression.
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"Look Echizen," Fuki began, "I can answer your questions, but I have no patience for rudeness."

She glared at him with a bossy and menacing stare, that made her look about as threatening as a Rottweiler puppy. She held her view of him for a few seconds before closing her eyes and shrugging, this was Echizen? He was such a baby. How could someone from such powerful stock with tradition and personal history to guide them come out looking so lost? Fuki had come from famous parents and grandparents, to be anything but strong would be insulting and she had no doubt that the boys father -whatever his name was- was rolling in his grave.

"I've asked you two questions, we can ignore the first since I was under a disguise, but you will answer the second question, then you will ask your own questions and then I will answer," she stuck her tongue at him, "That's kind of how conversation works, in case you didn't know."

She stuck her hands in her pockets and looked at him once more...

"Me and you will be teammates, that was not a lie, so I do not want us to get on the wrong foot or anything like that..."

She looked at him, perhaps he would communicate better with a sign of good faith! Fuki could at least answer his questions...

"I already told you my name, so I won't respond to the 'who does that?' one but the meaning of this is very clear: our sensei, Gou -you'll meet him at a later date- sent me here to test your skills and induct you into our team..."

She glared at him once more, so much for good faith.

"Now answer my question."
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Rude…!?

Fuki’s glare was matched with a defiant stare; it was like an old western stand-off. The two must’ve looked ridiculous; standing in the middle of the road as the sun slowly crept up, peaking from the horizon. Their difference in height could only accentuate this point, where her gaze was that of a Rottweiler puppy, while his leaned closer to a Wolf cub just learning how to snarl. When her eyes closed, when she shrugged, Echizen relaxed even further, scanning fingertips against his bandage wraps in order to figure out if they were loose in order to tighten the ends. In mid-speech, his eyes and face fluttered with disbelief when his pigtailed teammate stuck her tongue out at him. He knew how conversations went, and hearing her explain how it worked with such attitude slowly withdrew him from her.

It was either she was overly confident; or simply high-strung.

But they were in this together; they were assigned to be teammates, so her mention of not wanting to start off on the wrong foot rekindled his interest in her personality. Their sensei was Gou? Shin Gounomono? He’d heard a lot about that soldier through his grandparents, who hung around many shinobi of Mist Village. He, an intimidating beast of a man, sent her to test his skills to—

Induct me…another test?

Retracting his statement when Fuki asked – no, told him to answer her questions, the Hyousetsu child backtracked out of respect. What percentage of being a good shinobi rests in your mental make up? What an awkward question to ask. He visibly mulled over it for a moment, hoping she wouldn’t be literally looking for him to answer with an actual percentage:

Well…um…

How would he address her?

…Fuki-chan…

Bingo

We’re all here for various reasons…but our common goal is the same…to serve as shinobi for Kirigakure to the best of our abilities…um…

Nerves got to him again, eyes lowered to stare at her shoes instead of directly at her face. His tone, along with his demeanor, became somber:

I’ve all ready crescent my alliance to this career in blood,” His chest heaved with his breath, “So no one can tell me I’m not built for this life.

His fingers quivered, curling into knuckles as the thought of those doubting his career choose flashed into memory. Shifting focus, brown eyes locked onto Fuki, proposing his own question;

You seem…um…more animate than I am…um…Fuki-chan…

The spotlight was on her:

What are your thoughts…about your percentage of being a good shinobi and your mental make-up?
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