Takumi (Quest|Closed)

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Rūgo was one of the many craftsman within the Hidden Stone Village. He was renown amongst the populace as one of the very best, with even merchants coming from around the world to purchase from his stock. But in the recent years, age had gotten the better of him. His actions had become slow. His mighty right arm had become weak. Slowly, he was deteriorating. He had to find someone who carry on the name of craftsman. He needed an apprentice.

The old man had placed pamphlets around the village, hoping that there were some potential hopefuls out there to take on his legacy. Expectedly, he received a response. But he couldn't take on everyone. In his younger years he could have taught many at once. Now though, all he could do was one on one teaching. This wasn't such a bad thing though. It allowed for a greater connection to form between master and apprentice.

His door tapped. The person had arrived. Rūgo slowly made his way to the door, opening it upon his arrival. What stood before him left him a little confused momentarily. Why were there two people? He had only told one person to come. He twitched one eye and looked at the pair of them. "Why are there two of you? I'm only going to bring one of you in. Sort it out between yourselves," he announced to them before turning on his heel back into his workshop.

The old man yelled back to the doorway. "When you've sorted yourselves out. One of you go down to the river and gather for me five large rocks. The other one, go home," he called out from within the darkness of the workshop. The place itself was poorly illuminated. From the doorway, it was hard to locate where the old man was. The instructions had been given. All that was left was for them to be carried out. Go on young craftsman.

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Rūgo was seated at one of the many anvils within his workshop. Hammering away at a heated sword, he noticed that the man still stood in the doorway. From within the workshop, he could see toward the light clearly. One of the two figures had seemingly drooped down to the ground, removed from all signs of life. What kind of game were these punks trying to pull? Did they not take the old man seriously?

"Look, I made my instructions very clear," the old man tiredly called out toward the door. "I only want to be teaching one of you. It's not difficult. One stay, the other one go." It was not hard to understand where the man was coming from. He had aged throughout his recent years, and had grown quite grumpy from his lively younger days. Rūgo was always one to remain in control. When people did not listen to him, or went against his wishes, he got mad.

Bang. Bang. He hammered the metallic sword once again. Looking out with his peripheral vision, he noted that the student still stood in the doorway. Rūgo quickly dropped the hammer and proceeded back across toward the door. What was wrong with this lad? Didn't he understand that he needed to do what he was told. "Maybe you were the wrong choice. You ask too many questions, yet do nothing. I wont ask you again." The old man slammed the door on the hopeful.

It seemed as if you had already lost favour with the old man. It would be best if you could try to get back on his good side. After all the less he liked you, the less he would teach. Sounds of hammering continued to chime through the workshop after the door had been shut. Right now, the future of the events that occurred today now lay in the hands of the potential apprentice. Could he learn to follow instructions before it was too late?

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border: solid 8px #283746; btable; text-align: justify;][atrb=style, background:url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7gzvcObj01rsbfuuo1_r1_500.png); width: 450px;] [style=float: left ; background:#773344; padding: 2px; margin-right: 3px; line-height: 2.5; margin-top: 3px; opacity: 1;] +| escenario; — continente; Tsuchi no Kuni — lugar; Iwagakure no Sato — hora; evening — rol; apprentice — vetimenta; casual outfit — compañía; none — objetos; bio — marionetas; cadáver — kikaichuu; 2,000 — chakra; massivex1; highx1; midx2; lowx1 — ambiente; Iwagakure no Sato, the hidden village of Tsuchi no Kuni, the Land of Earth. A place built after the disaster. The houses, buildings and constructions were made of earth, specifically with Doton, created by the chakra of the most proficient skilled monks of the region along with the high ranked doton users of the village. The arquitecture was a simplistic yet modern one, making everything look like to be made of a single piece, at some point futuristic, if it would not be due to the brown color. — acciones; "Oh God..." I muttered to my self as soon as the old man slammed the door. "Well Cadáver... it seems this time is a solo time" I said to my puppet, who by the looks was already depressed, despite being a lifeless marionette, I have come to a point were my subconscious allowed it to show some sort of emotions, though only noticed by me. With tears on my eyes the kugutsu no jutsu would soon fade and Cadáver would end up being nothing more than random pieces. "Oh cruel world!! What have we done to recieve such punishment!?!?!?" I yelled, of course, I was overreacting, after all, at any moment I could "revive" her, but it was just my drama queen making a scene in there. "Meh..." attaching Cadáver on my back I decided to leave, soon my figure would dissapear from the scene along with my puppet. Back to the downtown I decided to make a quick stop before going to the river, my home. If leaving Cadáver for a while until I would get the teachings of the old mn was the cost, then I would have to "It is for the better" I said as I put Cadáver on her metallic coffin, hidding her in my house's basement, awaiting the moment of my return. Back to the river I would notice the so fabled rocks the old man talked about, though how large was "large" "Oh boy... how vague..." as due to the circumstances, it was highly unlikely that the man would gently tell Faust the dimensions of the rocks. "Well... if I have to..." from the surroundings I would start on picking up five large rocks, bigger than a hand, which normally could be considered as large... but how large was really large? Again, that question was killing me. Picking those five rocks I would decide to go back to the old man's house, yet, something stopped me. I could not afford the chance to make it wrong, not again, so I better be sure than sorry. Thinking on the purpose of the rocks the best thing I could come up with was the hammer, as far as I knew, a crafstman needed a large resistant base to hammer his creations, some sort of table, or a large rock "Could it be?" I wondering. Getting closer to a few large rocks at the distance, which were about a meter in height, and two meters in lenght I came up with another problem "And how am I supposed to take them with me?", moments would pass and then, all of the sudden, an idea will come up. Quickly turning to my pocket I would take a scroll out of it and unravel, which by writting the proper kanji shall allow me to seal those giant rocks within it. "Oh... The good side of being a shinobi.... kucchiyose no jutsu" I exclaimed to myself as each rock dissapeared behind a curtain of smoke "Now let's see if the old man is happy now" "Knock, knock!" I yelled as soon as I stood outide the craftsman workshop, either way, if he was not to hear me a manual knock on the door should suffice "I have brought your rocks!!" I continued to yell, hoping for the man to listen to what I said. If he were to come out I would firstly show him the rocks that were about the size of two firsts, if those were not enough, and depending on the man's reaction I would then come up with plan B. "Was not sure the size of the rocks.... so I brought these as well" with a quick jump backwards I would unravel the scroll hidden in my pouch, which by the contact of my blood coming out of my thumb previously bitten would cause a giant rock to come out "Kuchiyose no Jutsu!" I exclaimed, and soon, the large rock was to be found between us, the old man and myself "I have like six or seven of those, if that was what you were looking for!". That if he decided to show off.

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There was a knock at the door. The apprentice had returned, and hopefully this time there was only one of them. The old man was growing tired of the young punks today. Of course this was just due to his old age getting to him more and more. Even the smallest of things pissed him off now. Grumbling to himself, he rose from his seat and moved across to the door. Light filled the workshop as the door was opened to greet the boy.

Good. So he had returned alone. But where were the rocks? That question was answered next as the boy jumped back, revealed a scroll and summoned a set of stones in front of the old man. The old man clapped as if he wasn't impressed. "You wont be able to use all of your ninja magic as a craftsman you know." He held his worn hands up for him to see. Hard work was the fundamental idea of being a craftsman.

"I suppose you took initiative though," the old man trailed off, "and us craftsmen are all about being quick, imaginative thinkers." The boy had done something right, he guessed. Rūlo glanced down to the rocks, inspecting each of their sizes. They were the right sizes. "There is a watering well around the corner. Take these rocks around there and clean all of them one by one. This time, no magic. By the time we're finished you're not going to be able to feel your hands."

The old man smiled to the boy, walking back into the workshop. The tasks were boring of course. This was to separate the dedicated from the lazy. Craftsmen weren't always handed fun jobs such as constructing powerful swords and sets of armour, especially the mere squires. When you were an assistant craftsman it was the worst. You had to sit there, listen, and do what you were told to do. Would the boy really last until the end of the day?

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border: solid 8px #283746; btable; text-align: justify;][atrb=style, background:url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7gzvcObj01rsbfuuo1_r1_500.png); width: 450px;] [style=float: left ; background:#773344; padding: 2px; margin-right: 3px; line-height: 2.5; margin-top: 3px; opacity: 1;] +| escenario; — continente; Tsuchi no Kuni — lugar; Iwagakure no Sato — hora; evening — rol; apprentice — vetimenta; casual outfit — compañía; none — objetos; bio — marionetas; cadáver — kikaichuu; 2,000 — chakra; massivex1; highx1; midx2; lowx1 — ambiente; Iwagakure no Sato, the hidden village of Tsuchi no Kuni, the Land of Earth. A place built after the disaster. The houses, buildings and constructions were made of earth, specifically with Doton, created by the chakra of the most proficient skilled monks of the region along with the high ranked doton users of the village. The arquitecture was a simplistic yet modern one, making everything look like to be made of a single piece, at some point futuristic, if it would not be due to the brown color. — acciones; "Well, it seems that at least I am doing something right" I muttered to myself as the old man went off and left me alone with my next duty. He was correct, a craftsman was not a shinobi nor a shinobi was a craftsman, if I were to really learn how to be the smithy I wanted to be I would need to learn it the hard and useful way. Lucky for me, the well was neither, nor far nor on top of a hill. So I could use some large and thick branches in order to push the rocks and let gravity do its job. Once there, washing them ended up being harder than expected. With nothing more than water and with the large size of the rocks it took me like ages before finishing such task. One by one, every single part of the rock will be washed in order to end up shining, or the shining type one would expect a rock to be of clean. "The f...!" I exclaimed once done. My hands, which were not used to such task ended up red, burning every single part of it, with several abrasions. If that would not be enough, it seemed that sooner or later I was about to get some calluses all over my hand "The price of fame is hard" I said to myself with dramatic tears on my eyes as I decided to push the rocks back to the old man's home. However, it would get a little bit harder this time. This time I was not able to let gravity aid, in fact, this time gravity was my foe. With the branch I managed to turn the rock around, getting a little bit closer, action repeated countless time in order for the rock to get back to the man's house, and repeated as well with every single rock. If one thought the rock washing was hard this part was even harder. However, by then, the rocks will get a little bit dirty, though not as the beginning, which will make me go back to the well and bring some water to clean those parts that go dirty. By the end of the task I would end up knocking the man's house with my right foot as I was blowing at my pamls attempting to calm its burning "I believe I am done with the task" I ended with an exhausting tone in my voice.

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The boy looked exhausted from what he was just assigned to do. Good. Craftsmen were hard men and they did not give up when the tough times came. Rūgo inspected each of the rocks after Johann handed them to him. They looked to be appropriate enough. These would make a fine addition to his garden. Rūgo picked up the rocks one by one and moved them around his vegetable garden at the front of his workshop. They lined the edges of the bed.

"Now we can get started then. That was a simple test to see if you would give up before we got started on the real tests. As craftsmen though, we are supposed to view everything as if we are able to sculpt it into something more," he held the last rock in his hands and moved back into the workshop. He assumed that you would follow him, and also shut the door behind you as you came in. You were now permitted to enter the lair of Rūgo the Craftsman.

He paced over to a single workbench, slamming the rock down atop it. "We as craftsmen need to understand that every raw material is a raw of art. We, as the artists, can therefore mould these raw materials into whatever we so desire." He took out a chip and hammer, beginning to chip away at the rock. After a few minutes, he had designed a rock sculpture of the Tsuchikage Coco. He then showed this sculpture to you.

"From what was originally a dirty rock, I have now turned it into a work of art. This same principle applies to every single raw material there is out there," he stated whilst looking about his work shop. On a separate workbench two metres away, Rūgo pointed to a slab of metal. "That can be turned into whatever I desire. I am the craftsman, and that is my piece to mould." He was simply trying to put it that anything could be art.

"First you will watch me whilst I create something with that metal slab. However, before that... you need to get into something more appropriate." As for what you were wearing, Rūgo wasn't quite the fan. In the corner of the workshop hung a set of apparel. These included an apron, work boots, gloves and eye goggles. He gestured over to them, hinting that you should go over to the clothes and put them on.

"Before you go, I want you to break this." Rūgo leaned down to the bench again, grabbing onto the figure of the Tsuchikage made from stone. He handed it toward you, suggesting for you to take hold of it and do what he said. He wanted you to break it. How you went about it was entirely up to you. From there he proceeded over to the metal slab, seemingly ignoring you until you put the clothes on. From there, the lesson would continue.

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Rūgo glanced up upon hearing the smash of the rock. He inspected his new apprentice, looking at him up and down to see how he suited his new apparel. "Perfect," the old man said whilst switching his eyes toward the smashed stone figure. The old craftsman walked up and moved over to the smashed piece of stone. "When something comes to a craftsman destroyed, we simply do not throw it out. Everything can always be fixed."

He picked up his chisel again and began edging away at the broken piece of stone. From there, the old man transformed the broken structure back into one of the Tsuchikage's signature spider summonings. He held it out in his palm. "That's another thing you need to understand. We as craftsmen can always fix the broken," he said whilst smiling down to the spider stone creation. A moment later he threw it into an open furnace.

"Now! Let's begin with introductions. I'm afraid I don't know your name. I will start though," the old man said whilst he edged back toward one of the seats on a workbench. He gestured you to sit down opposite him before he continued with his introduction. "My name is Rūgo. You can call me Rūgo. I've been a craftsman for my entire life for the Village of Stone. My works have been sold to people all across the shinobi world. Now, tell me a little bit about yourself."

The old man looked at you with eyes of intent and ears open. He was eager to learn about you, wanting to know about your background story. It was easier to teach someone if you could understand who they were and what they had experienced in the past. It was also easier to make judgements about people as well. Craftsmen had to have a pure heart and open mind, eager to learn and staying true to the art. They always worked at a high level of standard.

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Rūgo listened to the words that the boy said. Each time the boy finished a point, the old man would nod his head. Rūgo liked the boy. He had a good attitude about him, and strong reasoning as to why he wanted to become a craftsman. One thing was for sure though. He had a really weird name. Rūgo was also a little shocked at the standard of the 'puppet' he had seen before. It had looked to be so lifelike. Magnificent art.

"Fancy name... I'll just call you Johann I guess. For our lesson today, I'm going to teach you the fundamental basics to create your standard iron dagger. It's a fairly easy task, but will push you to the limits in order to do it at a high quality." Rūgo himself was ready for the task at hand. It was so simple to him and required little concentration to do it right. He wondered about the boy though. Hopefully he would be able to keep up.

"First we will work on bending the metal. In order to increase its durability, we fold it over and over until it is deemed stable enough," the old man said whilst lifting up the slab of metal with a set of holders. Instantly, he shoved it into the burning furnace. At once the metals began heating in the furnace. He signalled the puppeteer to do the same with his own metal slab. The metal began to glow with a strong orange light.

After a period of time, the old man removed the metal from the furnace and rested it atop a smaller working bench. He hammered the slab down into a thinner shape, and used the holding utensil to bend the metal slab over. Then he proceeded to hammer the metal down together in order to combine it as one. Due to the heat that the metal was burned at, it could easily bend and be combined with itself. He put the metal back into the furnace, repeating the process.

"Now Johann, after this we will shape the metal once it is thin enough. How are you going with yours?" The old man looked across to the boy to see how he was going with what the two of them were doing. It was a fairly standard process, and the construction of a dagger was a lot easier than making a katana. Thus, the craftsman hoped that the kid was able to keep up with what they were doing. If not, then perhaps Johann wasn't set out to become a craftsman.

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My eyes watched the Apprentice's movements. They were alright for a beginner. There was still more work to do. I would develop him into the perfect specimen; craftsman-wise. He would be like a me. A true master of the hammer and chisel. But first we would have to do more. Through experience the kid could get more skill.

I responded to his question with a simple nod. It was enough to let him know that he had done alright, but without a real facial expression across my face it was hard to tell how well he really was going. I wanted to keep it that way. Leave them guessing as to what they were doing. Everything I did was to get into his mind. Hopefully he would work harder after this.

I continued to smack the metal slab and fold it, over and over until it became perfectly thin for what we were turning it into. It was then that I shoved it into a bucket of cold water. I gestured Johann to do the same as me - though it wasn't necessary as he was watching all of my movements. Good kid. But could he keep up? I decided to lift the intensity up a bit.

I took the metal piece from the cold water and held it out at the front. What we needed to do now was to shape the dagger. I stepped over to the shaving machine and pressed the button to turn it on. The revolving belt spun round and round, gaining speed by the second. A pair of gloves slipped themselves onto my hands.

I edged the metal blade against the moving belt. The blunt tip was shaved into a sharper style. I turned it into something that could actually pierce something. I tugged it away from the belt after was complete. Then, it was my apprentice's turn. "Johann, make the tip in your dagger. While you do that, tell me what being a craftsman means to you."

It was a simple question, but needed thought.

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