The Eyes into the Past... (Training)

Okabe remained somewhat quiet as they took their time to rest a bit. Zeo could understand. The man was somewhat hesitant and even cold at first impression. He wasn't sure if he struck a chord with him, or the swordsmanship practice offended him somehow. For now, he would leave him alone. If he knew anything, sometimes people had to think.

Soma was more willing to share as he mentioned how bloodline limits worked and how you could get one via transplanting organs. Zeo was no medical ninja but he did know how organ transplants work. If the organ was not physically compatible with the host's blood type, size, and other factors-- the body would fight the organ like a disease. The result would not be good. That and the side effect of turning one into crystal if you were not a match was not a smart idea. Zeo cringed at the description as he looked out into the distance to process it. "Yeeeaaah, I'm not willing to go that far for experiencing what a bloodline trait is like. I mean, they are cool, but that is not a risk I would take. Not to mention I dislike the idea of changing my body parts just for some jutsu. " Zeo said, holding the scroll. "I'm happy the way my body is anyway. "

Sadly, Soma had no such luck with fuinjutsu. While Medical jutsu was indeed something worth doing, it left Zeo with little clues to open the scroll itself. "All I know it has to be important. I even showed it to some of the Fuinjutsu users in the village, but the official offices can't tell me a thing about it. They can tell it's sealed but the formula is something they can't identify. And because they can't identify it-- they cannot open it. "

Zeo groaned as he fell backward onto the grass, his mind reeling at it all. He looked at the family crest on the metal tube, in hopes to learn what it was his family wanted him to do. There was one thing he knew he had to do. He had to return.

"I can't just stay here. If I really wanna learn the truth..." Zeo sighed as he realized the answer. It was put off due to the need to recover, to train, and also to grow as a shinobi. They brought him here to keep him safe, but he needed answers and he was done just sitting and doing nothing. "... I need to go back. To my village in River Country. I know the village doesn't allow outside travel lightly but... I need to be able to go there. I won't learn anything if I just stay here. " he explained.

WC: 462 (x2 for the anniversary) 924
TWC: 6704

As Okabe was laying on the ground the other two began to discuss bloodlines. Misaki mentioned transplanting organs and possibly turning to crystal. It all sounded complicated and a little gross. The thought of jamming someone else's organs in his own body made him a little squeamish.

The scroll Zeo had with him was one he could not open. Soma suggested Fuinjutsu but it appeared that nobody there had the capabilities of using such jutsu. "Have you tried smashing the case? A little bit of force can go a long way." Okabe laughed.

He was sure even if it would open the case, it could damage what was inside. Zeo would most likely never go for it, but brute strength was really all the young Shukai ever knew. He wasn't much good with subtlety or gentleness. The blue haired boy talked about having to travel to river country. A dangerous plan if he was truly intending to go. Rogue shinobi and ninjas from other villages would not hesitate to strike down a young genin, just for what little coin might be in his pocket.

"Its a dangerous world out there Z. The village has those rules for good reason." He would say, finally sitting up.

(WC 205)