Simply Stunning: Satomi Is Mean!

Teeth tore through its supple flesh, yet the predator's eyes somehow sharper as he glared across the crudely scrawled line before him. On the other side a rivial, her beady black eyes peered back as she dared to approach the boundary between them as another bite was consumed in front of her with a huffy grunt. “Why do I always have to feed you? You're a bird of prey, go prey on something other than my lunch!" Satomi's words weren't taken kindly, the crow flaring her feathers as she projected an indignant squawk. He began to wonder if it was he who was being tracked by the bird as he bit off another chunk of beef from a skewer and obnoxiously chewed away. No matter where he was in the village, or even out in the nature reserve as of late, his little avian glutton somehow knew just where to find him when the food came out. Today though, it was a staring match as Satomi refused to give up part of his dessert today and the crow refused to take the hint.

“CAAAAWW!” The little feather critter toed the line with her talon.

“Dooon't do it~” Satomi learned forward with his  melodic warning, closing the distance between them. The pair were practically breathing on each other before the crow remembered it was indeed a crow and struck, a shriek of surprise garnering some looks as the the boy recoiled from the peck. Satomi grumbled as he reached up and rubbed the small red mark in the center of his forehead, just when he thought his feather-brained acquaintance couldn't reach any lower. “Fine! But you really should be nice to me!” He huffed again as he reached into his lunch sack, breaking off the crow's traditional share of his confectionery delights. The crow squawking with delight as it quickly gobbled it down only to fly off without as much as a thank you, something else that was quite traditional.

It had been a couple of weeks since Satomi was practically dragged by the ear to Hoshigakure Hospital by by his very irate father and had his his injuries tended to by a real medical-nin. For all the pain it caused him, he only ended up with two fractured ribs. The downside was that he was ordered to rest and take it easy, which meant his training would have to be put on the back burner while he healed up. Well, Almost anyway. He was told that he couldn't do anything physically demanding, that didn't mean he couldn't learn something that didn't require him to physically exert himself—such a sneaky boy.

Realizing he wasn't exactly an imposing force, Satomi spent quite a bit of  his down time in the archives researching techniques designed to level the playing field for him. The ability to shield himself from blows were great if he had to get physical, but what if the fight never had to get to that point. Satomi had never been a fan of traditional resolution to fighting, he much preferred to talk his way out of a potential conflict, or simply using his darling charisma to charm his way out of trouble. But as the schoolyard at the academy and the deranged  woman who wanted to have a tea party showed him, sometimes people need a little extra... persuasion, and genjutsu prime just for this very thing. A plunge into the jutsu scrolls of the national archive was almost overwhelming for the genin, there were just so many to chose from. Eventually he settled on one, the idea being that he could pacify his foe and prevent them from attacking in the first place then just maybe he could politely nudge them along a better path. Or at very least it would be a nice gesture of kindness on his part to give them the option before giving them a good hard stomping.

The technique required an even greater level of chakra control that he had previously needed, requiring the ability to project his chakra outward to cover a five meter radius around himself in all direction. A foe caught in his chakra would instantly find themselves immobile and subject to some very persuasive words or just a straight up beating if negotiations would fail. The scroll from which he learned the jutsu referred to it as the Temporary Paralysis Technique, claiming that opponents feel like they're being bound by steal rope. It sounded just perfect to Satomi as he now sat alone in the gardens, able to enjoy his pastry and practice in piece.

Holding the Tiger hand seal as he sat upright with his legs folded under him, the young child resembled a meditating monk as he closed he focused his sights on an adorably fluffy bunny hopping through the grass. Letting his chakra build around him like an invisible fire he let its perimeter nip just at the edge of the meter maximum distance, he could feel the unsuspecting rabbits presence passing through the aura.

“Temporary Paralysis!” Satomi chirped and no sooner than he did would the fuzzy little cutie stop in its tracks. He studied the animal carefully as it remained completely motionless in the grass, all accept it's cute twitching little bunny nose anyway. “Sowwy wittle bunny~” Satomi genuinely felt bad for trapping the little cotton butt, but part of him just wanted to squee and give the bunny all the pets it deserved! He then got to thinking, if the bunny couldn't move, why couldn't he pet it? Apology pets! Satomi squealed with glee as he leaned forward to crawl over to the rabbit only for it to perk up and dart off into some decorative shrubbery as the genin fell flat on his face in disbelief. “I must have just startled it by screaming like an idiot, argh!” He sighed in defeat; he should have really have been heading to the family restaurant anyway. He had promised his father he would spend part of his break from training to help out in the kitchen, besides, he could always practice on the mice and rats in the alley behind restaurant row.

If being a shinobi didn't work out for him Satomi might have a promising career as a mouser, though he didn't like the idea of taking jobs from the local felines. It was business as usual for Takatoshi Teppanyaki, not leaving much time for him to practice a new technique, but the few attempts he made were more or less a crapshoot. Capturing a living critter in his own chakra turned out to be tougher than he had thought and having to exert so much around himself at once was too inefficient for his liking. Tackling the latter he used the rodents' small size to help him tune his chakra usage to use just the amount he needed to capture a target within it, greatly reducing the amount he would have to expend.

The mouse hunt also gave him quite the amusing idea, one that left a mischievous smirk on his face as he returned to his spot next to his favorite fountain in the water gardens the next morning. Again setting out his lunch, he used a small twig to scrape a new line in front of him before settling in to enjoy some delectable inari. It was a peaceful and quite lunch for a change, each piece of sushi had just the right amount of love and care from his father, he couldn't have asked for a better way to spend his mealtime. Even so, something just felt off about it. The lack of an annoying presence was actually worrying, what if he had offended the little crow again—or worse, what if something had happened to it? His worries would be put to rest no sooner than he finished his lunch and it was time for a treat, Satomi nearly jumped out of his skin as the sharp cry of a pudgy crow echoed in his ear. The boys eyes fell from a bean pasted filled pastry like the one the day prior to glare across the line at his frenemy, the bird having appeared as if merely materializing there before him.

“Of course you wouldn't miss dessert. What's the matter, not a fan of inari?” Satomi let out a foiled, but affection sighed  as he put the pastry down just on his side of the line as he locked eyes with the dark feathered one. Learning forward with a smirk, he dared the crow to make its move. It seemed hesitant to approach at first, but ultimately balked at the human's attempt to intimidate it as it took a defiant hop towards him. One hop became another and another, just like before she would carefully encroach on the line without actually crossing before she'd crow a challenge of her own. Like the times before, Satomi would lean forward. However there was a clever glint in his eye, this time he was the one to set a trap. Every time it ended the same way, being pecked on the head before he'd conced to give a piece of his dessert to the crow. Just like those times before the bird made its move to strike Satomi in the same spot still red from the day before only to shriek out in surprise as she found herself unable to move, the young shinobi sitting up slowly as their gazes remained locked. “I told you you should be nicer to me. Always eating and running, it's rude y'know.” Satomi wore a smug grin as he scolded the clearly unamused avian as he picked up his treat again and proceeded to take a bite out of it.

Satomi was a firm believer of the old adage 'anything worth doing is worth doing well' and he applied this very phrase even in his jutsu. The many days and nights he had practiced the paralysis jutsu had granted him the ability to forgo the use of the hand seal entirely. The child merely needed to make eye contact with his victim, a stunning gaze to say the least. His celebratory mood quickly soured, his smile drooping and the gleam of confidence in his honed stare faded as what he was doing to the defenseless bird sunk in. Sure, the crow was greedy and mean, but she was just a wild bird. What was he? A mean human picking on a hungry bird? The more he thought about it the more he began to realize how wrong he was, leading to a sorrowed sigh as he allowed his jutsu to dissipate and the invisible bonds to free the crow and allow it to move again. “I-- I'm sorry.” He muttered softly, his eyes filled with regret and deep remorse as he extended his hand to offer a sizable chunk of his dessert to the bird as reparations. Satomi could see it in her eyes as the bird thought over the child's apology before her black gaze sharped and her beak opened as the boy's eyes closed. He waited for her to bite him and leave with the offering, only opening a single eye after no bite came. Satomi opened both eyes as both the crow and the morsel of food remained, it was only after the two shared glances again did the bird lift the piece of pastry from the boy's hand. However; rather than the usual hit and run operation, the crow proceeded to peck away at its own treat.

For once since the pair met they had a peaceful snack together, Satomi even so much as offering seconds to her before finishing off his own share. The crow expressing a crow of gratitude before taking flight. Every day he scolded her on her rude behavior and here he decided the best way was to use a new jutsu to be a jerk, maybe it was he who needed to work on his attitude.

Approved.