| Fire in the Mountains |
[Aug. 28th, 2017|09:57 pm] |
[Begins June 28, Yondaime year 5, three days after Hard Came the Rain]
Kurenai found Yamashiro Aoba in the Fire Country division office breakroom, stirring the third sugar packet into his paper cup of coffee and looking like microwaved death. She cleared her throat. "Have you been home in the last forty-eight hours?"
He startled, saw her, and slumped against cabinets. "Don't tell me you're here with a mission."
"Not for you." She tapped the heavy file folder tucked in her arm. "We've got a briefing scheduled for an ANBU team, but no one's seen them at HQ or the barracks. Shiranui's file says he lives with you."
A little light crept back into Aoba's eyes. "As long as I'm not going with them." He discarded the stir stick and took a long swig of coffee. "Genma finally found a new place. He's probably there working on his plumbing."
"That may be the first time you've used that word without intending a euphemism," Kurenai observed. "Do you know where the new place is?"
Aoba's eyes narrowed. "Are you doing the briefing?"
"Since Riei's busy." Shirotani seemed to have fixed on Kurenai as the ANBU Team Six expert, and Tomo and Hide were glad to dodge the duty again. Kurenai hadn't protested. ( She didn't exactly mind being the ANBU Team Six expert, especially if it got her out of the office early on a glorious summer evening. ) |
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| 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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