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They were, without the shadow of a doubt, indeed strangers. It was because of that that Chae found it a necessity to earn Celes' trust, because without it, the goal in which Chae wanted Celes to achieve wouldn't have been even remotely possible. The feeling of trust needed to be mutual and not unrequited and in order attain that degree, the book to Chae's history and mind needed to be cracked open with an iron fist.

Confident in the certainty of his teaching method, Chae's mouth stretched into a slight grin, not at the memories that accompanied his loss, but the quick second willingness Celes took to grasp his opportunity. Thereafter, his answer soon followed.

"Well for starters, i used to think money was the world so everything I did, everything, was motivated by money. I'd gotten an offer, half a million ryo to infiltrate Kumogakure and rob its vault blind."

Recalling upon the pain he experienced before fainting, his right hand raised up to and rubbed the nub where his left arm had once been.

"Two fellow mist comrades and myself went beneath the Mizukage and carried out the plan. On our way there, just outside the village, We put down three shinobi natives & proceeded. Flying over the village via Kuchiyose while one immediately charged its gates. We approached from above and slammed through the jinchuriki Raikage's ceiling. From there, we simply fought, to which i became the flawless victor, claiming his and the lives of his ANBU ops.

It was all successful. I got my share and returned home. But the Mizukage caught on and punished us, me ultimately losing my arm. Pulled from my shoulder. That made me question who i'd become."

While it sounded farfetched, it hadn't been anything far from the truth, after all, he had a memento with him as a reminder.

Finally, after a long and tedious month -at least for Chae- the day had arrived as night took its natural course. The sun had arisen, enveloping everything within its scope with its infinite rays of energy, providing all with the strength to go about their day. Dressed in his iconic red robe and dark blue shinobi pants, the one armed sage of lightning calmly and patiently remained sitting between both statues, yet, also out further in the middle of the circular lake that rested at the base of said statues. The entirety of his lower body had been fueled with an elementary degree of chakra which allowed him to peacefully sit upon the lakes surface as though it'd been concrete for the duration of his wait. With his legs and bare feet crossed inwardly to their opposite sides, his only hand kept an umbrella hoisted within his lap, one that shielded him from the sun's near blinding light.

Nevertheless, he knew that the sun's arrival heralded the arrival of Celes Uchiha, a young girl who -at the time- had finally cross the threshold into the shinobi world by graduating from her village's academy. But the day he met her, he saw something, something that Chae acknowledged within himself even during his own years at the academy beneath Akira's shadow - a latent but seemingly powerful desire to become strong, mentally and physically. It'd been because of that desire that he decided to provide her with the gift of sight, a level of clarity that would've changed her life in more ways than one if she accepted such an offer.

"I hope she makes it. The kid has had plenty of time to mull it over."

(OOC: Sorry for the short post. Original was longer but scumbag v5 lost it @_@)

As Celes looked away, breaking eye contact, Chae had soon followed suit and looked back into the infinite space that'd been the sky, completely oblivious yet still also fully aware of everyone and everything that surrounded him. Enjoying the warmth provided by the sun, Chae remained ever still, not moving an inch in reserve out of fear that he'd have lost that warm and comfortable feeling had he moved. He had to admit, the beautiful weather that accompanied that day had -in and of itself- lightened the mood from their serious conversation coupled with the fact that Celes commented on be late, but to what? Where was it that summoned her attention so contentedly. Chae looked to her therafter, worried that his ramblings and conversation ultimately held her up from business she needed to attend to.

Before he could voice his concern, she requested that he walked with her, to which he easily accepted, especially considering that it reminded him of his days as an instructor within Kirigakure. She stood up and Chae smiled, pushing and uplifting his body off the wall with a push against the ground and the support of both legs. At a full, he looked down to Celes and nodded, indicating that he'd been ready whenever she herself was.

"No, I'm free to walk and there is no need to thank me, only doing what was necessary. And yes, people do tend to lie for an infinite number of reasons that even I can't even begin to understand. "

Chuckling, he walked along side Celes (presuming she took the lead) and readied both his lips and thoughts as Chae formulated another question for the girl.

"I have to ask. As a shinobi and Uchiha, are your eyes awakened? Regardless if they are or aren't, 'eyes' are special and revered within the shinobi world, those who seek power will undoubtedly try to rob you of it in turn. "

He spoke the truth once more, namely from experience. Although he hadn't murdered any uchiha to obtain his eye, he undoubtedly took the lives of several Hyuuga clansmen in order to obtain his Byakugan, another doujutsu beneath the sharingan held in high esteem among power driving shinobi. Nevertheless, he meant not to scare the young girl but to inform and warn of the innate dangers that comes with being a descendant of those clans.

Chae seemed to be worrying? That girl, Chae admired her observational skills, at least for her age and size. Judging from that alone coupled with his experience as an instructor and Kirigakure academy graduate, he expected her to be nothing more or less than a regular growing genin, though he could've been wrong. Either way, she was young and Chae doubted that She saw the things he'd seen and commit acts that could easily have been considered cruel, even for a demon. Moving his back flat against the wall, he scooted low to the ground eventually sitting at an 90 degree angle with a single leg extended while the other remained bent inwardly closer to the center mass of his body.

"The Uchiha District huh? Hate to say it but I've seen and opposed people and things far more fearsome. Don't get me wrong, I've always held their clan in high esteem, I've just never feared them or anyone else for that matter but one man."

Diminishing the playfulness within his tone, Chae looked to the girl and then up towards the clear blue sky thereafter, basking in its infinite glory. Momentarily, his attention snapped back to the girl, forgetting all of the manners taught to him as a child.

"Sorry, where are my manners. My name is Chae, Chae Yoon Kushinada, native of Mizu no Kuni. . . As for my arm, well, lets just say I lived that life that hadn't been to kind for me later down the road. But eventually it led to me quit drinking."

Realizing his mindless ramblings to a girl he barely knew, he laughed loudly and abruptly, and excused himself for doing so.

"Hehe, listen to an old man like me ramble on about the past, young kids these days would probably think i'm not cool."

Leaning up against the surface wall with his stunted height, his eyes watched the bold, yet considerably younger and smaller girl approach him where the others dispersed and retreated. An eyebrow raised in confusion and curiosity, namely his left, after having noticed the dull expression that'd been thrown onto her face. Once his eyes met with the young girls own, Chae knew, he knew that the girl hadn't been just some run of the mill girl who played with dolls and her mothers make up, nay, she'd been cut from the same threads as Chae once was at that age.

The threads of Shinobi.

Chae's torso -dressed with a red kimono like top tucked into standard, blue shinobi pants- uplifted itself from the wall where he stood and faced the girl properly with a frontal view, revealing the left sleeve tied at the shoulder where his arm had once been . His eyes, jet black in color, soon turned themselves onto the approaching male with a skeptical gaze and offered a warm smile. Truly, he meant no harm to either him nor the girl despite what the surroundings could've suggested. In the following moments, she inquired if something had been wrong with him to which Chae in turn answered respectfully and politely.

"Yes, everything is fine, I just. . .I had to stop myself from returning to bad habits y'know. They really do die hard."

His tone, innocent in nature with the intention of inducing laughter or brief happiness within the young girl, at least while there had still been time. As he looked at her, beaming with young beauty and potential, he knew her soul would be tainted somehow and somewhere along the road she'll walk as a shinobi.

"Thank you for your consideration, but really, I'm fine. A young girl like yourself shouldn't worry about such things, I could've been dangerous."

Once spoken, his playful tone continued in an attempt to further lighten the mood. Although he claimed to be fine, his entire life had been turned around by one conversation, but why worry such a young woman with such things?

The day, Chae's day, had been unlike any other, one that strayed away from the norm and plummeted into a cold abyss of confusion and mild regret. During the seven years of his residency within the walls of Konohagakure after vowing to stop drinking, there hadn't been a single moment when the idea of picking up a bottle crossed his mind, at least, not until that day. After having met up with Ashura, a Konoha native and renowned Uchiha clansmen, approached Chae and boldly brought him up to speed in both knowledge and presence regarding the slowly but sure rising organization known as MANJI.

Chae's general role, for the most part had been explained in dissatisfying detail, leaving his 'knowledge for Raiton ninjutsu' as the foundation for their meeting. Seven years of a peaceful life, flushed down the drain faster than a child's dead goldfish. Truth be told it'd been Chae's own naivety, his own belief system that escaping the things he did within his long standing career as a Kirigakure shinobi would've been made possible by settling down and marrying the woman of his dreams.

He fooled himself an infinite number of ways.

Nevertheless, as he roamed the streets drowning in his own pool of thoughts, he subconsciously made his way to the local tavern where, with a quick hand, plucked a bottle of the finest sake from its shelf. With an upward flick of his thumb, the its cap popped open just as Chae existed the establishment. Continuing down the road, he raised the bottle with his only arm, stared at it as though he'd been an angel tempted by the devil's empty promises. He wanted to drink it he truly did, but something sparked the thought of his wife and his newly conceived child, the only two things in the world that required his utmost attention.

His face contorted in a brief expression of anger, thereafter his arm flung out to the side, hurtling the bottle into a nearby wall. The abrupt sound and gesture alarmed all those around, warranting the now skeptical eyes many, even those who personally knew Chae. Breathing heavily, he made his way to the side of a wall and leaned against it with his right shoulder, devastated at what he had almost done.