The House of Terumi

Being told to stay in his room was...remarkably met without much hostility as the resident Terumi of Hoshi, the teen also had a grudge with this new one.  Without so much as a quick quip, he went to the room finally that morning as the maid came to clean.  The cleaner was at least easy on the eyes when he watched her leave.  That morning though she made coffee and of course there was breakfast to eat once she left, the Terumi teen noticed something different as the chakra signature of his roommate could now at least be felt before the knock on the door came.

“Took you long enough errand dog,”  Miyamoto said without really giving a damn as he hopped off the bed and went to the door.  The teen was still dressed in loose clothes that really made him look like a slacker, but the reasoning he remained dressing in these clothes, was because he stole them from his “elder” to piss him off...so far...nothing.  “So...man to twerp huh?  How about you call it information gathering under the guise of household chores eh pops?”  Miyamoto said as he took a bucket and the brush as he did not really mince words.  He knew the medical ninja well...he was one in the village at one point, he was good too...knew how to take down most beings through the use of their own bodies.

Walking downstairs he noticed how it was at least clean, except for the paint of course, Akabayashi was staying where his mother slept at one time, he wanted to punch the man in the face for it dearly but never really gave into his emotional and mental gymnastics.  He made himself a cup of coffee, enjoying the taste, there was an earthy tone to it, and the hot liquid never really bothered him as he drank from the cup.  Finally he sat the mug down as he was asked to help paint, he would be given information in exchange for helping him paint and telling him about his old mentor...whose arm Miyamoto now possessed.  “So that’s it?  Need to paint the house, make it at least presentable while you get to hear about the mentor of me and Ayato...in exchange you will give me more information on my target that I do not have?”  Miyamoto pondered the thought for a bit, finishing the mug before pouring another.  “Not like I can exactly leave here can I old man Terumi?  Let’s get started.  What do you want to know, and what room are we starting on?”  Miyamoto asked as he drank the mug quickly before he grabbed the paint and brush.

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After listening to the explanation Miyamoto sighed and nodded at the elder Terumi.  He had to admit, if he went into a job without a full understanding there would always be a possibility of failure...and he was not a failure.  So when he was told the house had to be presentable he just pushed off of the counter and would look around.  “I guess I have no reason to refuse, but my room remains unchanged.  I don’t want there to be a thing out of place.”  He would say as if he had the power to actually refuse whatever he was told to do as he grabbed a scrapper and joined the man in taking off the paint in the hallway, his hands moved with precision and he did not make mistakes often, he was an artist with any form of a blade.  It was not long before he was rebuked and told that it was not an exchange of information, but just wanting to know a few things and he can ask anything about the target, Jack.

“I think you may be confused about how information is gathered, old-timer...but no matter. I will give you what you want.”  Miyamoto said as he Finished a section of the wall.  “So this Jack character, what are his habits and vices?  If he can be bought with favor instead of alluring ryo it would be easy to offer something of great value would it not?”  He asked as he felt a familiar sting in his arm...the transplanted one  “As for the transplant, I feel that I have a boiling rage inside of me that is not of the Terumi style of the boil.  It is more of a natural rage, something primal and even seductive about it.  It fuels the voices inside of my head of course, as I am sure your file on me already says I suffer from a form of psychosis.  As for Kyousuke...what is it you wish to know?”  Miyamoto asked as he looked at the next section of the wall before moving to scrape paint off.

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Hearing that his room would not be touched he sighed and gave a nod, contrary to popular belief he actually cleaned the room and touched up a few areas where he knew he had some old pieces stashed...namely the gear his father had left him.  However everything in the room was broken and now old, but he was sentimental so he mainly used it to just get away for the time being.  Listening to what the medical ninja had to say about Jack was useful to him in the long run as he would eventually have to face off against him.  The information of the pit that this man had created and the struggle with Jack...the man wanted an army and had a vice for hard drugs that altered the mind.  Miyamoto knew about a few local plants that when properly mixed could do such a thing and he kept that in mind as he finished another section of the wall.

When it came down to talking about the bloodline now secured in his body by his mentor he almost paused a moment before he shook his head and began on another section.  “The rage can be put into other things, a way to cycle the energy, but that need...or desire to fight, to just snap and attack at whatever I might deem a target.  Kyouske never had a chance to teach me about the unique properties of the bloodline...I had to learn on my own...so not really the most conducive when you are going through hormonal changes brought on by puberty.  It was a good thing I studied about medical properties and such before the whole...defecting and becoming a traitor thing.”  He said as he  sat back on his heels as he got closer to the ground.

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“So he is after an army huh?  That will make it a bit easier to make my way into his good graces as long as I can capitalize my current standing within Hoshi, maybe create a few phantom rumors that say I have been in the area.  Regardless of if I can or not, the mission depends on my acting ability, so if I can at least behave like a savage to impress the scum I will 100% do so.”  His words were resolute, and honestly it seemed as though he had completely ignored a round of other conversation, but Miyamoto was at least a young man with the talent to have multiple tangents of thought open at once.  “This pit would be tempting even to people like me...I wish to have my family back, to have a redo...but I know that...is not the way that law of nature works.  As for the mind altering drugs, there are a few small pieces of information I gathered while away, I can make tasteless poisons to use, or create a panic by using crushed brockenweed root and Lilac...this would allow me to at least demonstrate some skill to the fucker.  Thanks for not touching my room...I...appreciate it.”  The last words were really difficult to choke out of his throat, yet he did so without much pressure.  When he was told about the natural energy, the raw power that came from the fusion of his body to the earth...he could only nod.  When Kyouske was mentioned he retreated a little...that man was the very first to help him...it was a shame the man was gone.

“No Kyouske never taught me anything about it...it was a parting gift of sorts, but I am eager and willing to learn if it means that I can exact my plans and create a safe place.”  He said without a hint of doubt or remorse.  Miyamoto had in fact grown up mentally in a fucked up state, but he still grew up…When he was reminded of Jack’s rank and specialties, and even the explanation of the Jugo’s line of natural ability was now his.  He was then offered to be taught clan techniques and he just nodded as a reply.

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Miyamoto took his words and then nodded, he would not make matters more complicated by going into the room he claimed for the time being.  Then with the explanation of the pit it gave him some backstory to something that he would be able to use to his advantage in the upcoming mission.  He might just be able to facilitate his need for a medical ninja for this killer if he could somehow injure one of his henchmen.  The always analytical mind of the Terumi is always moving like cogs in a well made machine.  “Then I will be sure to act my way to get an audience and leave nothing of his legacy behind so nobody else tries to copy or continue his twisted legacy.”  Miyamoto said as he watched the demonstration of the sage mode and listened to the words of the Nova.  His words were very substantial and he spoke in a way that was easier to understand.  Then with the demonstration and visualization in his mind’s eye he figured it out.  Instead of having the water cup overfill while trying to contain it, or to force himself to be a larger vessel turning out to be more harm than good it was easier to think of himself as a tea kettle and the chakra being filled into two glasses, or several depending on what nature of chakra he drew from.  

The body's natural chakra points, the learned chakra and what one is born with, plus the natural energy of the world and the vessels prepared to use it...The lightbulb clicked on for Miyamoto as he understood it finally.  “Th-thank you...for the instruction...I appreciate it.”  Miyamoto went ahead and finished the wall before grabbing a broom and beginning to sweep the floor of the mess the wall shavings had made.

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