| Bottle of Smoke |
[Mar. 27th, 2015|10:19 pm] |
[Takes place the evening of May 14, Yondaime Year 5, a day following God Save the Foolish Kings]
There was a point in time when Asuma was pretty sure he did, in fact, like kids. He got on well with the Daimyo’s children; they were well-behaved and polite in public, hilariously cheeky in private, and generally didn’t cause any trouble. And these kids had to be the epitome of ‘spoiled rotten’, right? So any other children had to be a walk in the park in comparison.
“Durian harvest?” Mariko exclaimed, nose wrinkling. “I’m a genin, not a farm-hand!”
The two other genin behind her nodded in agreement. Their jounin instructor pinched the bridge of his nose and stayed silent.
“The trees on this farm are over a hundred feet tall,” Asuma repeated, for what had to be the third time today. This wasn’t the first group to reject the mission out of hand. “Not to mention the fruit is larger and heavier than your head. It’s going to take two teams at least three days to harvest the entire orchard, which would normally take a civilian group around two weeks. It’s good practice for coordinating between teams, not to mention your climbing skills.”
“But we’re training to be ninja,” the girl replied. “Picking fruit and climbing trees isn’t real training, it’s… it’s…”
“Baby stuff,” one of her team-mates piped up.
“Baby stuff,” she repeated. “How are we supposed to become amazing jounin if we’re wasting our time on ( this?" ) |
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