Assisted Training [M]

[Natsuhi]

A inferno of agrestic fires blossomed across the sea of clouds that drifted peacefully over the endless expanse of rock that was Tsuchi no kuni. The sunset was imminent, a few hours from arrival; the dancing shadows of towering buildings and vagabonding civilians foreshadowed its presence. Life seemed peaceful with the heavenly walls of Iwagakure, so much so that one could not be blamed if they had even forgotten that the winds of war swept through the country. Sadly enough such pain, sorrow, and death could not be simply forgotten, at least not to Natsuhi's eyes.

She lost a great many things from the influence of war, she nearly lost sight of what justice truly was, causing her to tread heavily along gray area within the spectrum of right and wrong for quite some time. But all thanks to the Tsuchikage, she found her path once more. Her Nindo way will be fulfilled.

Beneath the rustic fires of orange and red Natsuhi's fingers intermingled, locking together like shackles on a chain as they vertically stretched. She arced her back and lifted her body upon the tips of her toes in the same, single motion.

"Hnnnggaahhhooohhh god that stretch felt a bit too good."

Emanating a alleviating sigh, her body relaxed once more as her golden irises flickered across the landscape, taking in the cultivated activity that Iwagakure incessantly thrummed with.This was her home, her pride, her place of solace and respite; she loved every inch and atom that comprised Iwagakure.

[Natsuhi]

"After the influx of casualties and deaths, we have had a lot more Academy Students enrolling, most likely to avenge their fallen friends or family. Now this is a good thing... but it's not a good thing for the Chuunin instructors, who can't cope with the amount of students coming into the Academy. You must take one of the failing students and teach him any C-rank technique. This may be an opertunity to train yourself also. Good luck!" --- Shodaime Tsuchikage,

Before long she looked over her missions scroll, absorbing the information regarding her task. She was to assist her fellow Iwagakure shinobi, though they were just academy students her inferiority complex attempted to come into play, yet, its presence remained absent, but why? Easy, she was one of those academy students who satiated and clouded their hearts and mind with vengeance and hate, two near ineluctable influence within the life of a ninja. The chains of pain and hate seemed endless. And though at times its dark charm is suppressed within a great many, never can it be fully extinguished from ones own heart.

Her caramelized skin beamed with golden rays of brilliance as the sun forced itself upon her body. Indulged within her own thoughts, she brooded silently upon war and violence, the way it robbed her of a mother. She died protecting not only the Tsuchikage himself but Iwagakure and its honor, its pride, she fought for it until the last breathe that crawled from her lungs.

And just like that memories blossomed and visions sprouted.

Her ears had always been cursed, cursed to hear the screams and wails of those who now slept beneath the soils of Iwagakure, to see the pained faces of those whose fought valiantly only to become victims of war through mental images as they died in the thousands.

Madness at its finest.

[Natsuhi]

Upon the planes of reality Natsu's feet carried her away from the Tsuchikage's office, seemingly in a subconscious manner as her mind fluttered about. Soon she came upon Iwagakure's ninja Academy, where the sensei had practically been waiting for Natsu to arrive, fun and games was over, it was time for work. It was quite a walk from point A to point B, so much so that the once rustic, yellow rays now adopted a dark orange tinge as the sun submitted its power to the rising moon.

"Looks like its getting late, guess I'll have to eventually speed things up a little bit."

Lowly she spoke to herself as the sensei guided her the the classroom where her temporary student resided. Recalling upon the missions scroll itself it was specifically a failing student, that needed to be indoctrinated in a C rank technique of any kind. Though the arts of Ninjutsu had not been her strong suit, she held a strong resolve and might in the art of close quarters combat with Sojutsu. Yes, it was final, she would introduce this academy student the art of Sojutsu.

Her hands arose, gliding through her hair like whispering winds through trees as she finally arrived at the room with the instructor opening the door for her, a true gentlemen. Maybe chivalry isn't dead. Her golden eyes fell upon the failing student, it was a male from what she could initially tell, given that his head had been so deeply planed within the fold of his arms. Soft wails of what sounded like a flow of primordial years emanated from the boy, she felt for him. Natsuhi, during her academy days was by far no genius, but nor was she less intelligent, nevertheless she knew what it felt like to be passed by others and being left behind, truthfully she knew it all to well.

Genteelly she stepped towards the boy, hunkering at his side as she patted and rubbed at his shoulders, comforting him with words of encouragement and extolment.

"Hey there, the instructor told me everything, and there is no need to feel down, about yourself, I was the same way back in my academy days. It sucks to fall behind but you have to keep trying harder. Also I have something for you!"

[Natsuhi]

The boy removed his head being buried beneath the folds of his arms, it was a sign that she was beginning to earn his trust already. Why would he not, both were precious children of Iwagaure, and as such already held some form of bond even if it were just built out of inhabiting a commonplace. Salty liquid one by one spilled from the boys eyes, as he looked into Natsuhi's own; she gave him a bright smile and a soft infectious laugh as he too let out a chuckle.

"Now C'mon, I gotta technique to show you!

She waved her hand in a motion that foreshadowed her desire for him to follow her as she stepped out of the room, leaving the instructor to his tedious paperwork. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder back towards the boy as she took off in a playful sprint, he followed suit and ran as well. Giggling and brimming with joy they can to the academy's training courtyard, which was filled with wooden dummies and shelves of various armaments. Natsuhi took a deep breath, basking in the gloriously warm airs of Iwagakure.

"Here, go grab a spear."

Whipping away what little particles of tears remained upon his cheeks, he carried himself over to the practice weapons, pullout out a spear. And just like that she began to cover the basics of Sojutsu.

"Anyone can pick up and swing a spear. But in order to use it properly you have to learn the art of the spear which is called 'Sojutsu'. Here I'll show you a basic stance and afterwards an attack"

[Natsuhi]

Many would think that teaching a failing student would be a great burden or a boring mission to have to take on, but only in the eyes of those who lacked faith of their village, but not Natsuhi. Despite having a superiority complex with the various classes of people within Iwagakure, a great sense of faith and hope burned brightly for them all. From her perspective she saw training a failing student as little more than a blessing, because not only would it show great leadership and instructor skills but it also shows the kindness and patience she has with those who lack in certain areas. Her ninja resume would be pretty badass.

Continuing onward with her Sojutsu demonstration, both legs gave one another space like an arguing couple, spreading vertically about a single meter. Her legs crouched every so slightly, locking in her balance with iron weight. Her hands slid down the spears cold steel as she soon thrust forward with rapid succession, the boy paid attention with great focus, mirror her movements as he performed them at a steady pace.

"This technique is called Kyuu bara, which means sudden thorns. Its a simple thrusting attack, but its power comes in speed and numbers. And you've got a pretty good grip on it already. It just takes practice and good physical strength.

The boy heeded Natsuhi's advice as he continually nodded as she went on, all he needed to do now was practice. Teaching someone was easy, but if they really want to become proficient at something then they must practice, getting stronger demands effort.

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----Assisted Training

Client's Name: Shodaime Tsuchikage Kaguya Kira
Client's Occupation: Shinobi
Mission Rank: D
Payment for completion: 500 Ryo + 25 EXP
Mission Subject: After the influx of casualties and deaths, we have had a lot more Academy Students enrolling, most likely to avenge their fallen friends or family. Now this is a good thing... but it's not a good thing for the Chuunin instructors, who can't cope with the amount of students coming into the Academy. You must take one of the failing students and teach him any C-rank technique. This may be an opertunity to train yourself also. Good luck!
Special Requests: This is to be done solo, though groups of two or three are encouraged also.
Notes: None.

[Estilo]

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