I promise I am not actually writing song fic ... I don't think ... uh oh ....
Woohoo! Though I think I am a bit scorched from it all, I am now FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE for the week and a half! Oh wow. It's been such a long time since I've had a real honest-to-goodness no need to think about stuff or worry about things sort of holiday. *___* I practically don't know what to do with myself. I'm not going anywhere special (oh,
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Though ... I can't remember /// do you like the naruto series? If you don't I can try something else ^____^ Let me know.
Meh, I really should plan these things out before I write them ...
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Isumi Shinichiro did not have any bloodline limits. His family had all been ninja, but they never rose above chunin and the occasional c-rank mission. He showed no especially notable skill in tactics, nor in regular jutsu, or in taijitsu or even in genjutsu.
But it wasn't as if anyone expected him to. Being average was his lot in life, and it wasn't a bad one. There would always be a place for a ninja like him, and for as long as he could keep ahead of an enemy's blade, there would be work. And a little bit of prestige.
But that didn't mean he did not dream. And so far, he had managed to stay at the top of the genin ranks, and his place towards the chunin exams should be secure, even though he faced heirs of the Waya and Ochi clans, as well as the Kishimoto and the Nase.
"Hey, who's the newbie?" Waya Yoshitaka suddenly said, causing him to frown. A short blond banged youngster had pushed upon the door to the training area where the genin had gathered for the team assignments. Uncertain green eyes peered up at them.
The other genin also fell silent. Academy graduations had been well over week ago; this boy hadn't been among the newer faces at all.
"No way. Did he pass a late examination?" Nase whispered.
The mystery boy made his way up to Ashiwara-sensei. Isumi noted that he was limping, slightly. He held one arm against his ribs.
Ashiwara-sensei motioned him over to the side. "All of you, be quiet for a moment," he cautioned to the waiting genin. "And no weapons. If I see a single weapon, you all will be running laps around Stone Village. For the rest of the day."
He led the mystery boy off to the side, leaving the remaining genin to huddle together and speculate.
"I don't remember him in any of our classes." Honda said slowly.
"I do!" Fukui put in. "Not in OUR classes, but in the lower classes. He started among the five year olds about eight months ago."
"He was in the beginning class eight ... months ago? And he graduated to genin that fast?" Waya's eyebrows rose. "Did his family just move here from another hidden village or something?"
"Mmm, I dunno," Fukui shrugged. "Maybe he did."
"No, you idiots," came the voice of Oochi. Isumi frowned; his on again off again rival had a small smirk on his face. Undoubtedly, he had been using one of his little familiars to spy on the situation. "He's born here. To a non-nin family."
"Huh." Waya craned his neck over to where Ashiwara-sensei was still talking animatedly to this Shindou Hikaru. "Hear anything interesting?"
"Perhaps," Oochi smirked. His glasses glinted. Isumi knew, from experience, that the other nin wouldn't say anything else. "Do you think he's a real threat? TO our rankings ..."
At those words, the genin looked at the newcomer uneasily. New ninja didn't just "show up" in the ranks. Most young shinobi usually trained for years, had been in families who were in service of the Ishikage for generations, whose knowledge of the ninja code and way of life was as natural as the instinct to breathe.
A child from a non-nin family, who had the talent to rise to genin in a mere eight months ...
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