An old encounter of the second kind

Towa breathed a sigh of relief. His absence had not caused alert thanks to his delivered message though the fool of an Aburame, Kasou and his subordinate genin. That ploy had been all to easy to produce. No doubt they still thought Faust was alive and on his mission as well. The trust this place had for anyone they believed to be a comrade would surely be its downfall in the not so far off distant future. He had to hand it to them though, the determination of heart that took was something to be applauded. However, they put to much stake in it and forsook their intellect. It was their own loss.

He now stood just inside the gates, having passed through with his ANBU unquestionable security code. He realized another flaw in the defense system. The ones who guarded the gate were chunin, yet had knowledge of ANBU material. That could present a problem later on. Of course, he knew it would work to his advantage later on. For now he just wanted to check up on things to create a status report for his true alliance. For now he would play the warrior back from a long trip. It had been months since he had been here.

He took his time gettin to the one place he was searching for, the best position to be in to survey how the village was doing. The mission board. He would partake in a series of local, seemingly to simple for him to take missions, to get inside information, see how the people felt. If there was any unrest amongst them or animosity of any kind, he would take note of it. This job was sure to pay off well in the sense of knowledge, and of course a little bank in his pocket was never a bad thing.

He found himself before the board before long, surveying the several post it notes displayed there, determining which to take. Often the kage himself would deliver missinos to someone of his status, but these were the piddly ones that didnt matter as much. There were still some higher ranked ones, but the importance and security level of these were almost null. He looked for several minutes with out finding any one that really caught his eye. Of course this was just work, but he wanted to have a little fun with it all the same. Well fun wasnt really the word, but a challenge of sorts.

Then he saw it. He knew instantly that this was the one he was going to take on. It was a low mission, C ranked, but a familiar name was written across as the issuer of the mission. Shiouin Uchiha. Jackpot. This was that snide Uchiha boy who was with Kasou when he had delviered his message, the one who had set the trap he had so easily disarmed and thrown in his face. He was curious. Chunin huh. It had only been a month or two since they had last met, and he was no where near chunin level then. He knew one thing. The leaf did not just hand out promotions. There chunin exam usually only had 1 or 2 graudates tops. Often times it was zero. He knew that in this time, there had not been an exam established, so he must have been upgraded by the kage himslef. That was most impressive. His interest peaked. He ripped it off the board and read the further instructions.

The training grounds in just one hour was the deadline. He shook his head,. Had he not come along, the mission may not have been taken at all and the Uchiha boy would have been stuck sitting there all morning with no one to practice his genjutsu on. He set off at once.

50 minutes later, He arrived at the trainig area, the mission maker no where to be seen. He still had ten minutes. Towa suspected he woudl be on the dime with his arrival. He had a new hair color, though it was all spiked as when he had it outside the village acting in his true nature. IN the village as a Konoha shinobi, he typically had it tied back and black. Now it was all frayed and out of whack and a blazing dirty bloinde. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts with no shoes what so ever. He had a cigarette in his mouth as well. THere was no clue that he was the same guy that had been int he rice country a month ago.

As he waited, his weight was held differently. Not businesslike, but lazy and laid back. Carefree fi you will. He had a cocky smirk on his face as well. He was portraying someone entirely new. Someone who at first look appeared to be worthless and all togethere didnt give a fuck. A snotnosed brat who youd assume had a 16 year olda attitude and brain. He was ready.

Finishing up some chores of his own, Shihouin waited and hoped someone would accept his mission. He had been a jerk for a good portion of his life and was pretty much a total asshole to anyone who walked his way. He expected to either see Nasa or Ayame once again, but he didn’t recognize the purple or yellow heads that walked his way. Luckily, someone else would show up in time enough for him to get things started, he had a bunch of moves he needed to test out, starting with a few genjutsu tricks which he wanted to get down under his belt. Hopefully whoever came would be willing to get beat up a bit.
With about ten minutes to show, Shihouin came late looking at the genin who’d accepted the mission. A kid older than him arrived. He had unruly blond hair which jutted out in every direction, like lightning around his head. His cocky face reminded him of himself almost, a smug grin which he had given to everyone else was now being thrown back in his face. The simple T-shirt he wore implied he had no skill at all, and the whole don’t give a fuck attitude that he was getting was only boosted by his lack of shoes, toes mixing in with the earth and grass underneath him. All in all, his look was quite sloppy and unprofessional which caught Shihouin off guard. He’d expected something else.

Shihouin landed about five meters in front of him, adorned in his get up. He wore a black robe from head to toe, with a belt fastened around his waist for him to hold his nin pouches on. The robes were split into pants legs, which were loose in fabric, flustering in the wind. It would remind anyone that saw it of the underworking’s of a samurai’s armor a bit, since he did not have all the traditional clothes he’d wanted, his own fault for showing up late to the mission. The buzzcut on his head made him look like some sort of skilled individual and the black ninjato on his back rested amongst the fabric while the wind flapped against it. He cushioned impact and stood up properly and faced him.

“Thanks for taking my mission.” Obviously his clothes weren’t the only thing new, he seemed to have a better attitude, one filled with some more respect. “I’m going to be doing a bit of training today, using a mixture of all three main areas of combat, but particularly genjutsu. Just to make sure you remember, this will be sort of staged and you will be beat up.” He looked at him warily… “It might’ve been better if you’d brought some armor but I guess you’ll be fine. Before we start I do have a question for you. Are you skilled in the area of genjutsu? Can you perform at least one genjutsu technique?” Shihouin needed to know. If he couldn’t then it was fine, he would just go on without out it, but it would be useful for him to learn how to reflect genjutsu back on to opponents as quickly as possible, that and a bunch of other things as well.

Shihouin showed up just a minute late. Just one minute. From an uchiha Towa expected more. Oh well, couldnt be helped. he was here, and thats all that mattered. He was alarmingly different though, and Towa was kind of imporesssed. He was well kept, and his hair was lacking in existance. His demeanor was more grown up and his face was softer and not as raunchy as Towa now held his own, mocking the new chunin. He seemed just more grown up. It was a big step for just a few months, but that was the leaf village for you. To underestimate them, even in their arrogance and flaws, was a trivial mistake that he and RIku could not afford to take. What stood before him was proof of that.

Towa listened intently, so he was to be a punching bag eh. He had gathered that much from the missions description but all the same, getting vocal confirmation from the maker of the mission itself always helped to cement the deal. He didnt much like the idea, but it was he who had chosen to be here and he had to see it through. He had to keep in mind to act like the cocky bastard of a drop out from society to pull this off and not give out who he was. Luckily this Uchiha hadnt seen his face last time they had met, otherwise his sharingan would eventually have picked out who he was. Thank god for the ANBU mask.

He took the cigarette from his mouth, now nearly burnt down to the filter and flicked it towards his current "masters" feet. He then hacked a loogie and spat it on the burning ember, dousing it and rendering it completely harmless in any way. It was on obvious sign of direspect towards Shihouin. He planned to play the full part of the snotty little punk of a kid who was less mentally developed then the younger chunin before him.

Ya i dont know no genjutsu. Never needed it before. Ya know, the only reason Im still a genin is becasue those chunin exams are too much work. I dont need that shit. Its just a title ya know. Just a way for them to divide the masses and give some a swelled head about whos better. Look snob, if you think just cuz your a chunin you can kick my ass then give it your best shot. The way I see it you need to test your skills so lettin you just "beat me up" isnt going to cut it for ya huh. Dont think cuz im a lower rank then you I cant bust a move.

As he finished talking he scoffed in a sarcastic tone that aired out contempt for Shihounin's rank. While he truly felt impressed by his growth, he wasnt going to show that. He was sure that his arrogant persona he had taken was going to aggrivate the hell out of Shihounin. This was going to be fun if nothing more just to push his buttons amd see what kind of a ninja Konoha was really capable of producing in persona as well as battle,

The dirty cigarette staggered across the ground as rolled across to his feet. He spat a lougie out, slimy thick saliva colored with greenish mucus plastered the end of the smoking cigarette, fizzing it out in an instant. As an Uchiha he should be bothered by disrespect and should get angry, but Shihouin couldn’t be like that anymore. He needed to change his attitude if he was going to be a chuunin and if he was going to be a different person. He ignored the rude gesture, but even this boisterous genin would know that he was having some difficulties at doing that.

Since he didn’t know any genjutsu, Shihouin decided that talking to him wasn’t the best thing to do. He had an opinion and a view point on everything, yet he still seemed to be as low as a pile of dog shit. Talking to him was useless, so he would have to prove his worth in battle. Staring his enemy directly in the eyes, Shihouin turned on his Sharingan all the way to three tomoe. The kid probably wouldn’t look him directly in the eye, but then again he might. He never expected anyone to anyways. Shihouin backed his right foot a bit and reached for his pocket and pulled out a kunai with a smooth quick reach. Even amongst the flappy fabric on his pants legs, he’d quickly found his pocket. This was great clothing.

“All right then. It’s alright if you don’t know any genjutsu, we can just fight another way. I don’t intend for you to stand there and to let me punch you, but I do intend for you to follow commands if you wish to succeed on this mission. It’s very simple and I’m sure you can handle it. For the moment we will spar with kunai only. You should focus all your methods on dodging my attacks or guarding against them, not using ninjutsu or taijutsu until I ask otherwise. If you’re ready, we can start. Just throw something at me and we can begin.”

This type of attitude screamed sissy in the part of his mind that hadn’t changed yet. The kid has just insulted the shit out of him and here he stood talking like a school teacher. He nerfed it, swallowed the need to be smart back and drew into a stance with his hands ready with the kunai held in throw able position. His free left hand was positioned by his left pant leg. Under the fabric of the clothing he was wearing both feet were ready to move, waiting on the genin. The distance had been still set apart to ten meters, with Shihouin just barely on the outside edge.

OOC: LAD i know for fact not every single person who has entered or exited the village has made a post at the village gates but since it seems to mean that much to you i will make a quick post there after this one

IC: He could see it in his face. Shihounin had not held his new air about him for very long. It was an improvement he was still trying to make upon himself. His cheeks flared softly as he tried to keep from retorting back to Towa's comments and actions. He reached into his pocket and produced another cigarette and lit it as he placed it between his lips, dragging on it slowly to make it last longer. He wasnt much of a smoker so taking large hits would prove troublesome, but he had conditioned himself to be able to handle small amounts with each breath with out having a coughing fit of any sort,

So he wanted some kunai magic huh. That was fine with him. No ninjutsu or taijutsu huh. That was funny because Towa was the master of a different set of ninja arts altogether. Not that Shihouin had any way of knowing that much. He reached both hands into a pouch hangin off of his shorts and as they went they formed a single hand sign quickly before bringing them both back out, each holding two kunai. He smirked because he was also a weaponary specialist.

The second the sharingan activated he averted his eyes to the chest of the Uchiha. He knew that he wanted to use genjutsu, but he was not willing to let that happen this early in the game. Maybe later on, just to see what he was really capable of.

So its weapons you want. Thats fine with me.By the way, my name is Yuko.

Wasting no further time and moving at a much decelerated pace, he launched both the kunai in his right hand towards his instructor with out even taking the time to aim for it really wasnt important. He then switched one of the kunai in his left back over to his right so that he now had one in each hand. He hoped his haste would show more idiocy then he had displayed already.

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