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[Ξ CHROME]

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Once again, the youth was relaxing within one of his favorite spots. The amount of seclusion offered was nice and very rarely did he have to come in contact with other individuals during his periods of relaxation. In all, quite a bit had occurred the past few days with the meeting of various members of the village and even the acquisition of new friends. Things were definitely looking better than the times the Medic was enrolled in the Academy and though Arate knew that he couldn’t stop there. Mismatched hues gazed at the vast amounts of greenery before him, trees peppering the landscape.

True, he wanted to refine his skills but simply enjoying himself appealed to him much more than hard training especially given the immense brutality of the Ninja World. The boy sighed.

Perhaps someone could jolt him out of that…

[lore.]

As always, Gin was roaming through the open fields of Kumogakure. He couldn't recall the last time when he truly just walked, and not run away from several enemies who wanted to kill him. Life was easier when there wasn't any wars or problems lingering, and everyone can leave at peace. But peace wasn't something that can always last, which it why this shinobi was embracing every aspect of it.

He was wearing his normal attire, a white button up, black tie, black button up vest, pair of jeans, and sneakers. Gin didn't look like the ninja type, but never judge a book by its amount of pages cover.

"Oh?" The Anbu was surprised to see someone all alone -- just sitting there. Maybe the child wasn't liked, who knows? "Oi! What you doing there all alone? Too cool to chill with the Kumogakure ninja?" Gin asked in a calm tone, while one of his eyebrows arched up. He began to think, wondering really why this kid was all alone, especially on this gorgeous day. He began to press forward, closing the distance between the two -- probably inches apart now.

Gin bent down, digits clasped together -- while he placed them on the top of his head. "I assume you're a Genin, since I never seen you around some of the Chuunin. Are you okay? By the way, I'm Gin, who are you? If I may ask." The Anbu removed his right hand from atop his head, and stretched it out towards the kid. Why was he being kind? Gin wasn't really the type to be nice, but maybe it was cause this kid reminded him of -- himself.

[Ξ CHROME]

The boy caught ear of a masculine voice, enough to snap him out of his quiet stupor. The Medic slowly turned his head, enough to have the figure within his unilateral sight. He was quite the individual, dressed in a casual fashion that didn’t reflect that of the typical shinobi. Nevertheless, the youth began to panic slightly once the stranger immediately questioned as to why Arate was all by himself in this remote area, even going so far as to assume that Arate was too full of himself to associate himself with others. To be honest, the Medic thought of himself as not cool or interesting enough to have a suitable amount of friends. Lowering his head at the thought, the boy silently listened to the faint sound of footsteps and was startled to see that the Chuunin had severed the distance between them. The higher – up went on to ask more simple questions, slipping in a mild introduction in the process. The dark skinned boy lifted his head upward, his blind right eye and gruesome scar becoming visible to the Chuunin in the process.

“…I’m fine…and my name’s… Arate.”

The Genin replied, taking Gin’s right hand in a brief handshake.

“…Yes, I’m a Genin. And I don’t think I’m cool in the least bit. I just like to…spend time alone.”

The Medic explained in his usual meek yet unusually calm voice, taking measures to avoid eye contact. Surely, Arate knew that his popularity wasn’t up there and given his past experiences, it was simply better for him to spend time alone. He wasn’t placed under the scope of others during his times of solitude and he was able to gain somewhat of an inner peace because of that. Plus, he was being honest with his statements for he felt no need to lie in order to bolster his nonexistent ego or to avoid suffering consequences from the Chuunin should his actions warrant them ( Arate really wouldn’t know why he’d get in trouble in the first place but that was just him ). After his two laconic statements did the boy slip into another period of silence, absently observing the vast amounts of Nature around him.

[lore.]

"Arate, eh? Haha, kid have some backbone, don't be so shy." Gin placed his hand atop the boy's bald head, having a smile across his countenance. He wasn't surprised or even bothered at the kid's loss of hair, nor did the blind eye and scar scared him. Gin for some strange reason, took a liking to this Genin, wanting to place him under his wing. "Yo kid, how did you get that scar?" He asked in a puzzle tone, removing his hand from the boy's smooth head.

Pushing himself upward, the man stood tall -- looking at the young boy. It seemed that this boy was shy, and maybe even scared for some reason. Gin didn't want to make the boy feel out of place, but as an Kumogakure shinobi; the boy needed to grow stronger. The Anbu wasn't going to let one of his fellow ninja brethren, become a weakling and bring shame to this powerful village.

"Kid, do you have a teacher?" He saw potential in this child, and knew he could become stronger with a few guidance. Gin didn't feel like he was abusing his welcome, but he felt that he was helping the child in a sense. His smile, which stayed upon his face, quickly faded away. The Anbu became more serious, wanting to see more from the kid, and what he really was capable of.

A thought came into his mind, and that grin came back on his face. He placed his hands in his pockets, while his red pools gazed at the kid. "Kid, we both know you're not strong. Well, not yet -- and we both know that you want to get stronger. Everyone does, even I do."

He paused, stopping himself -- making sure the kid was really listening. It seemed the bald kid, had some problem with spacing out a lot, and it would be rude if he spaced out Gin. Especially, when the man was trying to help the kid in a way. "Anyway, if you prove to me that you are worth something. Not just prove it to me, prove it to yourself. But if you do, I will place you under my wing, and if you want to see some things I can teach you, then let me know."

[Ξ CHROME]

…

The boy flinched slightly once the male had placed a hand upon the top of his head, the brown leather goggled pilot’s hat donned upon his crown shifting as a result. The Chuunin called for the Medic to have a little bit of backbone, a reference to having confidence within oneself. Sadly, it didn’t come as easily to Arate but at an attempt, the youth hastily nodded his head, the flaps of the pilot’s hat swishing as he did so. Gin went on to ask about how the Medic acquired the scar of his and yet again, silence preceded the boy’s answer.

“…I got it during an exam in the Academy. I was placed against one of the top students who was skilled in Taijutsu. Needless to say, I lost not only the match but the sight in my right eye as well.”

The Genin spoke, experiencing mild difficulty with recollecting the events that had occurred. The ANBU member saw it fit to rise to his feet and again, came another question that no doubt captured Arate’s interest. A teacher? The only teacher that he had was the Chuunin that was assigned to instruct his graduating class and nothing more. A shake of the head was the boy’s answer and the Medic flinched upon hearing the Hebi’s harsh words. True, Arate wasn’t the strongest person in the whole entire world though he was surprised that the clan member picked apart his intentions so easily however should Arate even have a chance to acquire the Chuunin’s interest, the snake-like individual claimed that he’d have to prove his worth. A rather vague requirement to say the least and after but a moment’s silence, the Medic rose to his feet , the pilot’s hat upon his features slumping to the right as he did so.

“…So how do I prove myself?”

He inquired, curious as to hear what the ANBU member had planned for him.

[lore.]

Gin had finally caught the kid's attention, and was not planning to lose grasp of it. The Anbu began to step back, while his hands were behind his back; he stopped when they were ten meters apart. "Hmm, so finally you are paying attention to me. Kid, what do you think about when you space out like that?" His slender digits crept into his pouch, pulling out what seemed to be a flute¹.

"And I want to see your skills in combat, show me what you got. Aim at me, like you're aiming to kill, as if I was the one who caused you to be blind and left that scar. COME AT ME!" Suddenly, Gin shot his arm forward -- firing off a senbon towards the child's shoulder, with the use of his senbon launcher². The projectile cut through the air smoothly, waiting to meet the flesh of the child.

"Show me what you got." He quickly began to leap back, while his red pools still focused on the child.

Gin stopped when he was approximately twenty meters away, readying himself for anything. Even though he was an Anbu, and had dealt with stronger opponents; he would not sleep on this one. The Anbu felt that this kid -- was holding in his true strength. "Come on, prove that I was right."

He positioned the flute, bringing it to his lips -- waiting for the right moment. It had been awhile, since he truly used the item, and the kid would figure out why. The Anbu couldn't help, but think why he was really being this kind to the kid. Naturally he would've been a jerk, and probably make fun of Arate's blind eye or his scar. But he didn't decide to do any of that, instead he wanted to help the kid grow, allow him to reach new heights.

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¹Senbon (Throwing Needles)
Rank: D
Type: Secondary / Ranged
Special: 10 per Pack. [1 Packs]
Description: Senbon were first used by doctors in acupuncture, but due to its reported widespread effectiveness, it was quickly adopted by ninja in order to hit points on the body that can induce paralysis, loss of consciousness, or even death.
Cost:

²Mateki (Demonic Flute)
Rank: B
Type: Main / Specialty / Ranged
Special: -
Description: A specialized fluted designed for the use of chakra and music. Said to be haunted by those unaware of its secrets, this dark instrument actually combines the user's sound chakra in order to create intense illusions through their very tunes, as well as other status-affecting enhancements. Although useless when in a melee situation, a master of the flute can set the stage for true terror should his audience listen all the way.
Cost: 10,000

[Ξ CHROME]

Mismatched hues watched as the ANBU member retreated backwards ten meters, the shimmering object capturing the Medic’s attention. Not knowing exactly what it was, it looked to be an instrument of sorts and the boy couldn’t pinpoint the exact usage of it however he wouldn’t be granted the time needed to assume its function, that is, until the Chuunin commanded for the Genin to battle with killing intent.

Eyes widening at the male’s arm suddenly jerking forward, the youth winced as the senbon embedded itself in the meaty part of his shoulder. The boy’s right hand quickly removed the acupuncture needle before he pursued after the retreating ANBU member, simultaneously weaving a most useful jutsu whilst closing the distance between the two. The Chuunin would soon find himself at complete loss of balance and would ultimately leave him in quite the vulnerable position. The Medical Ninja strove to capitalize, launching two thin pieces of metal of his own in hopes of peppering the higher – up’s torso. This individual surely wished to see the novice’s potential and the Medic couldn’t help but oblige.

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Ashigatsuru no Jutsu (Jelly Dead Leg) [x3][150EXP]
Rank: C
Type: Supplementary / Touch Genjutsu
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: Affects targets within 10 meters of the user, plus 10 more each time retrained.
Description: With this simple illusion, the target will begin to feel their logs loose and wobbly, almost as if they had become glue or jelly. This forces the victim to not feel pain, but instead lose balance and feel wobbly.
Domain: Genjutsu - Illusion of Touch

Senbon x2

[lore.]

Arate was pretty good, but not good enough for the likes of Gin. The Anbu watched as the boy came forth, forming handseals and that alone caused him to strike. He shot his free hand forward again, while he was leaping back, allowing some of his companions¹ to strike. The snakes darted forth towards the child, whom he would probably interrupt -- thanks to the help of his snakes.

The snakes would attempt to coil the boy, restricting his movements at least. And while this was happening, the Anbu began to place the flute upon his lips -- playing an eerie tune². To one who has never seen this in affect, would probably think nothing of it, but the boy would soon realize the power of this weapon.

Gin was actually impressed by the child's determination, and ability to not hesitate to show his potential. But Arate's downfall, would be going up against an opponent like this one. Someone who wouldn't hesitate to kill a person in a heartbeat; a skill of a true Anbu. Everything was about to unfold, and reality would soon change before the kid's eye. Was he ready?

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¹Senei Ta-Jashu (Multiple Hidden Shadow Snake Hands)
Rank: C
Type: Offensive / Clan Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 50 meters
Special:Handseal free. Snakes now move as fast as a kunai, and can pierce through hard earth and light, non-metallic armors. Distance and strength of extending snakes depends on the user's understanding of the 'Way of the Snake'. Initially 5 snakes come forth, with 5 more added for a maximum of 20 for every rank gained within 'Way of the Snake'.
Description: An advaced version of Senei Jashu, the Kagehebi now controls a massive amount of snakes at once in order to subdue their opponent. As before, once the user's hand is extended in the direction of their target, a torrent of snakes erupt from the sleeve and manifest onto the chosen target. Once extended the snakes can wrap around and bite into the target to hold and bind them.
Domain: Kagehebi. Nan-Kaizou 'C'. Must know Senei Jashu.
EXP: 50

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[Ξ CHROME]

What!?

The youth’s eyes widened as the Chuunin lashed his free arms forward and with it came a torrent of…snakes?! Noticing that he was practically running into the reptile swarm, the Genin went into a fit of waving arms and kicking legs in an attempt to ward off the cold-blooded predators but to no avail. The slithering monstrosities coiled about the young male’s body, congregating about his appendages in an attempt to hold the Medic in place. Flustered, the boy continued to struggle, his absolute lack of physical strength causing him to be at the mercy of the snake familiars. The Chuunin wasted no time in utilizing that metallic flute, already producing a rather morbid tune that resonated through the male’s eardrums. Just what did this ANBU member planning?

Sadly, Arate would have to wait to find out.

[lore.]

It was finally over, the battle favored Gin. The Anbu stopped playing his melody, and called off his snakes with a simple gesture. "Hmm, so that's all you got kid?" A rather disappointed look came across the man's face, while he looked at the now free boy, wondering on what to do now. The kid had shown no real potential, besides the guts of a ninja and the ability to charge into an attack; nothing amazing.

Digits that coiled around the flute, began to place it back within its pouch, and red pools began to look aggravated. Gin knew this could could do better, ten times better, but he just didn't have the mentality to do such.

"You don't want to..." He stopped himself, making sure to choose his words carefully. "You don't want to be strong, do you? You just want to be a pushover, someone that everyone can laugh at. You don't wish to actually prove your worth." A sigh escaped his lips, while he looked at the boy with a frustrated look. "Stop acting like your weak, show some fucking backbone!" Gin turned around, showing his back now to the kid -- preparing himself to leave.

"Let me know, when you are truly ready to prove something to me. When you can fight without fear, and counter-attack in a heartbeat, as if it was a second nature to you." He tilted his head, having himself look over his shoulder; eyes of red glaring into the child's eyes. " Right now you are feeble, and probably don't even have the heart to kill. You wouldn't last a second in a ninja war." His words were meant to hurt the child, and he prayed they did.

And with those words being said, he began to walk forward. If the kid wanted to prove he truly wasn't a pussy, then he would need to do it now. For if he didn't, he would keep on being the worthless being he is now, and would not grow stronger in any way. "What a disgrace to Kumogakure."

[Ξ CHROME]

…?!

Just as quickly as he was binded, he was released and needless to say the Chuunin wasn’t the least bit impressed with the Medic’s efforts. The boy twisted his lips, looking down towards the ground as he was bombarded with the ANBU member’s harsh words. No, Gin had to be wrong, he had to be. He believed that he could read the Medic as if he were an open book but the male’s mentality held an unknown complexity. It just wasn’t that simple and just before he could retaliate with a meek statement of his own, the Chuunin continued about his insults, his words laced with a nefarious poison that ebbed away at the male’s morale. The child stared onward, flinching at the sight of him not having the power to take a life and given his already diminutive qualities, he’d perish quickly in times of war. Yet again, it was as if his vocal chords were tied into a knot and it was that last comment that had pushed Arate past his threshold.

What a disgrace to Kumogakure…

Uncharacteristically, the male’s brow furrowed, mismatched hues burning with an intense rage. Even his glassy white orb of a right eye housed an infernal hatred towards this cruel being. In an act of uncontrollable anger, the dark skinned boy retrieved a kunai and with all of his might hurled the secondary weapon towards the departing Gin, aiming to have the steely knife dig itself into the ANBU member’s right arm. Not soon after, regardless of the kunai had struck out or not did the boy continue to breathe heavily, passing a venomous glare at the snake utilizing ninja. Words could not explain his current emotion and instead, the Genin used his brief act of brutality to do the talking for him. No longer would he allow others to mock him, spit on him. His body tensed in response to the sudden rush of anger, words flowing outward with a chilling coolness.

"Take that BACK."

It was time for change and Arate was having it.

[lore.]

A sudden jolt ran up the male's arm, and he was surprised to see what it truly was. Red pools stared in shock to see the kunai, which was struck his arm. "Oi, so you do have a backbone. I'm proud." A twisted smile came across his countenance, as he took the kunai out of his arm and fired it back to the child. The projectile wasn't aimed to kill the kid, but to simply graze his left cheek.

He turned his frame towards the boy, gawking at his frame in amazement. "I knew you had it in you, but just to make sure you don't fail me now. I need you to do me a favor~"

The man pointed his index finger towards the kunai, which probably would be stuck within the base of the tree behind the kid. "I want you to take that kunai from the tree, and kill that mother bird and her baby bird, right now. He pointed to the mother bird now, and waited to see if the kid was really about getting stronger; maybe he wasn't. But Gin hoped that it really wasn't, for he truly liked the kid.

Blood began to trickle down from his arm, quickly causing his other arm to grasp it quickly. Their was no sense of pain of pain -- he just didn't want the blood to ruin his shoes. He began to chuckle at the though of the child having the balls to attack him, with no fear. The Anbu was really proud, and felt that the kid could be a killer; one of the best in the world probably.

[Ξ CHROME]

…

The Chuunin’s shock had calmed the boy’s nerves momentarily. That is until he had heard the higher –up’s twisted compliment and noticed the kunai being tossed back towards him. The secondary weapon grazed the Medic’s sheet, causing a fresh cut to appear on the boy’s dark skin. Blood slowly oozed out of the minor graze before a single droplet fell down towards the green pastures, staining a single blade of grass. The Chuunin had gone on to comment about the Genin possessing killer intent though he was unsure as if Arate would waver in wake of his small favor. The Kage Hebi went on to instruct the youth to practically murder a mother bird and her newborn chick and with a turn of the head, Arate stared at the Chuunin, a frown and glare upon his visage.

“…”

He commented, nonchalantly making his way over towards the large tree in order to retrieve the sharp instrument. With renounced swiftness, the boy would practically execute the two animals in an instant, quick enough to where he wouldn’t have to hear their pained squawks. Leaving the corpses to rot within the twig nest, the Medic made his way back over towards the Chuunin, blood stained kunai gripped tightly within his left hand.

“…There.”

He replied coldly, taking note to the wound on the ANBU member’s right arm. The boy extended his right hand forward, coating it within a restorative aura that would quickly heal the injury sustained from the Genin’s viciously thrown kunai and even though the clan member wasn’t necessarily hurt by it, Arate wanted to spare him the fear of bloodying his beloved footwear.

“Here. I’ll fix it.”

The male commented laconically, no apparent pangs of remorse stemming from the heartless slaughter moments before.

[lore.]

"Ahh, so you did do it -- congrats." Gin began to chuckle lightly, being extremely impress with the boy's work. But one thing, really caught his interest and it was the boy's ability to heal. "Wait, you're a medical ninja? Arate, do you know the about of power you can have?" The Anbu knew about the medical ninjas and their skills, were great -- something this kid could can unlock.

After his arm was healed, he began to stretch it out, making sure everything was good. In his form of a "thank you," Gin placed his hand on top of the kid's hat. "With the ability to heal oneself, and to cause damage -- you can be a true fighting machine. Something real great, join me." He wasn't asking the kid -- he was demanding, and he knew the child was going to come.

"But just know this, don't question my methods and don't punk out on me or I will kill you." Scarlet eyes, looked within the child's own, showing how serious he was about this. He wasn't kidding about what he was stating, and he hoped he kid knew this. Gin was ready for his student.

[Ξ CHROME]

The sadistic clan member began to giggle, even awarding the Medic with a less than uplifting “congratulations.” His chuckling would be short lived, that is, until he caught sight of the boy utilizing one of the most basic of Medical Ninjutsu. Apparently, the Kage Hebi was ignorant of the fact that the child was practically a certified doctor though he was still in training to say the least. Even so, the minor injury sustained was easily repaired via the medical technique and the Chuunin immediately questioned if Arate knew of the power that he could obtain.

Mismatched hues stared up at the slightly taller male, stoic visage showing absolute zero emotion. Once again, the ANBU member placed a pale skinned hand on top of the boy’s bulky goggled pilot’s hat, requesting that the young Arate join him in his endeavors. Although he was molded into a request, Gin’s tone spoke otherwise. It was a demand as if he wasn’t giving Arate the option to decline. He wanted to shape Arate into a killer, a highly efficient and deadly exterminator. To top it off, Gin threatened to do away with his prospective student should Arate question him in any way or refused to be under the ANBU member’s teachings. Ruby hues stared into Arate’s own and the Genin looked away from the clan member before going about with his originally planned response.

“I have no bloodlimit, I’m not a member of an esteemed clan nor do I possess a advanced Release however you speak as if I have infinite potential that you can unlock.”

A short pause.

“…I’ll do it. I hope those threats of yours won’t interfere with the actual teachings. Speaking of which, what was that you did earlier, with the snakes? I never seen a technique like that before which leads me to believe that you possess some kind of special ability.”

The boy stated, remembering how he was immobilized with such ease from before.