Madara holiday training

Madara looked around at the academy. It wasn't that busy at this hour because it was almost the holiday time. Well, she supposed that holidays had been going on for a while now but the big one was going to be soon! She wore a Santa hat just cause she was feeling like it and she held a bow in her hand. She held it out in front of her and tried pulling the drawstring back to see if she could still ldo it. It didn't look good because she had specialized outside of what she had initially wanted to. She sighed and released the string which made the very familiar twap against her arm armor. She held it up to the moonlight and wondered if it was really safe to be out here. The fire beside her wouldn't keep her warm forever and she didn't want to get spotted because she was technically using a bow that wasn't hers. She pulled the string back after knocking an arrow this time. She took little to no aim at a target and didn't even think about it. She casually let the arrow fly and only opened her eyes once the arrow made contact. It'd missed the target completely which was okay really because she hadn't thought she could use a big boy bow anyways. "I could probably run faster than that arrow and that is kind of sad," she said to herself with a grim sigh. What had happened to her to have given up on her dreams of being a world class archer? 

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Bored, Madara decided to pull out a book and read it a little.

“Aww, I wish I got cool gifts like that! My family never really had money for gifts, although maybe they just don’t like pets. A cat couldn’t be that expensive!” Mona felt flustered talking about money, especially since she was the one who had brought it up. Here she was talking to a man of one of the wealthier clans about not having money. If the Akimichi knew what Mona had to do to be able afford her lifestyle, she would probably have a completely different opinion on poor little Mona.

“Yeah, I guess I would get a cat too. I don’t have the energy to go running with a dog and a cat could just nuzzle up in my pocket.” Mona imagined having a cat for a couple minutes and wasn’t sure if it would really be worth the extra hair. her attention was broken by another question, this time about her job that she had mentioned. “I don’t know what I’d call myself,” Mona said with a shrug, “I just do whatever she tells me to.” she guessed that everyone in the region did whatever the kage said so she felt she needed to be more specific, “like scheduling, making sure he’s on track, stuff like that.” Mona didn’t want to admit that she really was just a secretary. One day she might have been able to build up a relationship and do some actually important stuff, but for now she was a lowly peon.


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“Well you look capable, and you showed up on time, I’m sure you’ll get there soon enough,” Mona joked regarding her partner’s comments about becoming a woman. “I’d be happy with just being a Chuunin so I could start doing some important missions.”

Mona had held onto the bar that she’d been given this whole time. Only now did she start nibbling on it. She could tell that these things really packed some calories and didn’t bother finishing more than a third of it. She didn’t have some techniqueal ability to just shed calories like her friend here. She had to stick to a strict diet if she wanted to maintain her figure. She ended up wrapping it up and stuffing it into her pocket.

“Congratulations,” she’d say to Sally the Akimichi’s brag, “I was probably one of the worst in my class if I had to be honest!” Then Sally the Akimichi weint into an explanation and demonstration regarding her abilities as a Aikimichi. Mona had never seen it in person, but the human bullet tank really did live up to its name. her partner turned into a sphere and shot off faster than Mona could ever hope to run and then turned around to come back without missing a beat. Mona was impressed and all, but she really only had one question. “So how do your clothes still fit after all that?”

Mona stood dumbfounded as Sally the Akimichi grew a single part of her body and just swatted away some cats that had attacked.

Well that was a lot simpler than Mona thought it would be. “Oh right, my technique. I have some genjutsu, like making flower smells. It’s nothing useful. I keep having this hope that some day I will find out that I have some kind of faction abilities and then focus on those. I’ve never been really good at anything except boxing and that’s not the most practical of fighting styles.”

They walked by a ramen place that was miraculously open at 2AM and Mona motioned to it. “It’s been a while, care to get something?” Mona wasn’t even hungry but she really could rest her legs.

Mona didn’t mean to bring the mood down with her familial comment, although that seemed to have been what happened. According to Sally the Akimichi, her family lived frugally despite their wealth because it would only take one bad head to bring the family to financial ruin. “That’s a good thing,” Mona would comment, “I hear it only takes two generations for a rich family’s money to go down the drain completely.” Mona doubted it would be possible to squander the Aikimichi’s wealth in so few generations, but the principle still applied. A bad apple with too much power was all it took. Plus it wasn’t like being an Aikimichi was cheap. Mona was sure they had multiple times the living costs as a normal person due to all the food they had to eat. It made Mona grateful that she had such a slender figure and that she barely had to eat anything at all, no matter how much she wanted to stuff her mouth.

Then Sally the Akimichi went into the pros and cons of having a pet. It seemed like they required a lot of maintenance which was exactly what Mona did not need. Sure she could have benefited from a cute pet to keep her company, but not at the expense of the hours of care and attention it would need. There was only so much time in the day and Mona usually made good use of most of it, even if she wasn’t always dedicating it to training or missions. A lot of the times it was doing social things like going on a walk with the Kage.

“Haha, don’t be jealous. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time when she was off skipping out on work. We took a walk together and I think that face to face time was what got me the job. I’ve learned that in the political world it’s more about who you know than what you know… Although that probably doesn’t apply much in the realm of combat. But hey, we can’t all be great at everything! I’m sure I’ll never be on part with the likes of you when it comes to raw power!” Mona wasn’t ashamed to admit her shortcomings nor was she going to cut herself out of self praise. “I’m sure we’d be a great team if we went on some missions later on. You’ve certainly made this quiet night an enjoyable one!” Finally, Sally the Akimichi recapped how her clothing worked and Mona wasn’t sure if it made a lick of sense. She had meant it as a joke and was surprised at how well Sally the Akimichi understood the mechanics behind it.

They arrived at the ramen shop and started digging in. Mona would take a smaller bowl of ramen and break off pieces of the bar she had left over into it. She’d barely finish half of it while Sally the Akimichi went through multiple bowls like it wasn’t anything. Mona didn’t care how many times she saw her guzzle down food, it would never get old. She felt rude staring though so she let her senses wander and picked up on some trouble makers outside of the ramen shop. When they were all done eating, Mona brought it up. “I think I heard some kids up way past their bedtime. They were smashing stuff up if I heard correctly. Let’s go check it out!”

Mona would take off around the corner and see a group of teens with bats, all whacking a street light for no reason other than to create noise. Some people were looking out their windows and shouting at the kids, who didn’t seem to care. “Hey! Stop!” Mona shouted and the kids took off. Mona would run after them, but Sally the Akimichi was probably a lot faster and more suited to rolling them down. Mona doubted they would be able to put up much of a fight, even if they were stupid enough to try. At the end of the street the kids split up. Mona went left and she assumed Sally the Akimichi would go left. Mona tackled a pair of kids who tried whacking her with a bat.

She had to tie their arms to their bodies just to make them finally give up. “Alright kiddos, let’s go see how much damage you’ve caused tonight. I’m sure your parent’s would be happy to take this out of your gift fund.”

For all the talk of her clan, Sally the Akimichi didn’t seem obsessed enough to make it the only point of topic. It was a facet of their time together that she greatly appreciated. It showed Mona that her companion had restraint and had other focuses other than her heritage. It made her more relatable to the clanless soldier and she was already Mona’s favorite newblood. There wasn’t much competition now anyways ever since Yukino got promoted to special woman and it wasn’t like she hung around many newblood anyways. She was someone who sought after powerful friends, and newblood were at the bottom of the totem pole. At this point Mona thought that befriending an university student was better than a newblood, simply because they could be molded to be exactly what Mona wanted.

Mona tensed up when she mentioned her desire to bump into the hokage and the less experienced soldier filled with a defensive jealousy. She didn’t want anyone else to put their clutches on her prized jewel, but she wouldn’t say a word. What good was it to ruin this friendship right when it was blossoming? If Sally the Akimichi ever got close with the hokage, that’s when the sabotage would begin. It didn’t seem like she wanted to do anything but learn some fire techniques from her, so she was safe from Mona’s bad side… for now. Mona could go from loving companion to an archfiend devil in the snap of a finger if she felt it was necessary to advance her status.

Mona laughed at Sally the Akimichi’s joke about going on a mission, especially the part about the ten foot pole. It made Mona think about getting a polearm for a weapon. It was something she had thought about for quite a while now, and the quantifier of “ten foot” made her wonder if an extending pole was possible. Surely there was a woodcrafter out there who could give her the base materials, after which she could take to an enchanter. Then she could get the pole to extend, although she wasn’t sure how far it could be made to do so. Surely, making a polearm shrink that much in size was going to reduce its strength in other areas.

Fast forward to the chase, Mona couldn’t help but giggle when Sally the Akimichi enlarged her hand and slammed it in front of the teens with her “handy” joke. She was sure there was a plethora of body related jokes that ran in the family. Mona now had the urge to learn all the aikimichi humor there was. Mona helped tie the kids up as requested and Mona chased down some of the more agile punks. Pretty soon they had everyone tied up and the pair of newblood made their way to the MP office to drop off their haul. They thanked them and Mona smiled when she heard them total up the damages. The kids weren’t going to be getting off scott free, although this did leave the opportunity for Mona to suggest a mission to go repair their damages. She could play both sides of the scenario and make a pretty penny off of it if she played her cards right.

Madara yawned and tossed the book aside. She was tired of reading about this Mona person especially because it involved the Hokage. Too many damn references to a kage that wasn’t even part of her own nation, it was hard to get into it. She pulled out a different book to read. This one was just a short story about a day in the life of someone who used magical runes that were kind of like Fuinjutsu but c’mon she got this story from a bargain bin. Of course quality would be sacrificed. In any case she opened it and started to read:

Through a series of quickly unfolding events a guy named Chico picked up a job of transporting a crate of goods from point A to point B. Someone had asked him in passing if he would be interested in the job and Chico had said “I would LOVE to do that for you” sarcastically. He did this, however, without realizing that he was wearing his enchanted pendant that made people believe him if he used the word love. No matter what he said to the contrary the people around him at the time believed he had committed to the job despite its embarrassingly low pay. He definitely learned his lesson about using the enchanted item on accident. The word “love” would have to be kept for special occasions.

The air was fresh and the light of the sun was dim in the sky when Chico got to work. He met the client at the edge of the city off to the side where there wasn’t much foot traffic. The client, Yew was his name, had a very sturdy wooden box at his feet and he was fashioning a knot out of some thick rope. He smiled when Chico appeared who did not look the least bit happy to be there because he was bad at hiding such emotions.

Yew said, “Glad to see that you showed up. I was starting to think that you might have been joking the other day.”

Chico said, “oh yeah, you know I have nothing better to do today. Let’s just get this over with.”

Yew grinned even wider. “Right you are. These road repair materials need to be transported over yonder. Follow the path and bring the crate back here. Don’t worry if I’m not back when you arrive you can just leave the crate by itself. Thank you so much again for filling in for my sick worker.” Yew turned away and briskly walked off into the city to get some of his business done.

Chico swore when Yew was out of earshot. “Could be worse, this could be a lot heavier,” he thought as he tested the weight of the crate by pulling the rope a few times. “it’d be a lot easier with wheels though.” He pulled it along the path for a couple seconds to see how it fared along the ground. He would normally like to carry things to their destination since pulling things along stony roads tended to break apart the cargo but the crate slid along the ground easily enough. The path was basically just dirt and mud, no doubt formed by the countless crates that had been drug in the past.

With that out of the way Chico put his hands on his forehead to block the sunlight and look off into the distance to see exactly how far he was going to have to pull this thing. He couldn’t see because the trail disappeared over the terrain. Not knowing how far he was going to have to work was discouraging but he tried to look on the bright side. He was no ordinary person; he had magic on his side. Surely he would be able to get the job done if he used his amplification spells. Chico sat on top of the crate and carefully added the necessary inscriptions to each of his limbs so that he would experience a sudden burst of strength.

“That’s the ticket!” he shouted excitedly to pump himself up. He dropped down, picked up the rope, and within seconds he had begun walking briskly down the path with the crate sliding along behind him. He wanted to squeeze out every last second of power from his inscriptions so time was of the essence.

Good news awaited the laborer over the hill. After a quick scan down the road it was clear that rest of the trip would be downhill and that he would be able to make it by the time his runes wore off. He kept up the pace and only tired during the second half. His movements became sloppy over time and it was increasingly hard to keep his breathing straight. The steps he would normally take to keep his body from succumbing to stress were thrown to the wayside as he pushed hard to finish the trek.

Chico collapsed on the ground at the end. There were other workers in the area doing who knows what. Chico didn’t have the two braincells to spare to give them any notice because he was absolutely exhausted. The little energy he had left was spent glancing around to see if there was any water available. He couldn’t find any in his stressed state that made it hard to do anything properly. Thankfully a kind soul dragged him over a bucket from which Chico was able to drink his fill.

“Were you chased here or something? You look out of sorts.” Prodded the Samaritan.

“Just tired. Pushed myself hard to get here,” replied Chico. “My magical runes are wearing off too and they never go at the same time. Half my body is twice as strong as the rest so it’s awkward to even move. I just want to lie here for a while. Thank you for the water by the way.”

“U…uhuh,” said the other worker who thought Chico was a weirdo and didn’t want anything to do with him if he was talking about magic.

Chico was happy to be left alone because it let his mind clear and relax. It allowed him to think about how he was going to get home. He was sufficiently tired so there was little chance of him getting back home at the same pace as he’d arrived. He grumbled as he rolled onto his side for a more comfortable resting pose. “None of this would be an issue if I could get that blasted rune working properly.”

The rune of endurance had plagued him for many trials. He could draw it, even inscribe it properly but it’d never actually done what it was supposed to do. Yet when he begrudgingly brought himself to trying it on one of his legs he was met with a rush of relief in that limb. He shouted an expletive so loud that everyone turned to look at him for a moment and ask if he was okay. “Oh, I’m alright, sorry about that!” Chico shouted embarrassedly.

He muttered to himself, “not really doing my public image any favors here am I? But look at that! I got it down! The rune it… it actually worked! But why?” he had to think about it and he surmised that it was because he was so tired that the spark within him had decided to give the rune some extra oomph. Perhaps that wasn’t the reason but when he drew the rune onto his other leg he stopped caring about the ”why”. The rush of relief he felt once more and the feeling in his gut told told him that he would be able to perform the rune from now on.

The voice of his mentor in his mind told him to just stop for now but he couldn’t do that. He did his best to do what he’d been taught and to hold back his excitement but he was too excited to do anything but practice the rune on his arms and then finally his torso. He cut a deal with himself, he’d just do those runes and then he’d be done for the day. The runes worked each time, aside from his torso but that one ended up working as well once he absorbed the ether and tried it again. Finally after all those days of practice he’d gotten it and he felt so very happy.

Unfortunately the rush of relief was only temporary and before long his whole body was back to aching. “So it wears off,” he grumbled disappointedly. He had really hoped that the runes would heal his fatigue instead of just letting him ignore it for a while. Now the high of his accomplishment had faded and all he was left with was his physical and mental fatigue. He dozed off while still lying right next to a water bucket.

Daylight was getting scarce when Chico woke. The other workers had already taken off; clearly none of them had seen fit to bother the strange magician. Chico yawned, got up, and gripped the rope from the crate that had been emptied while he’d slept. He groggily yawned again and began his trip back home. He didn’t feel as tired as before and his cargo was significantly lighter so it was little more than a lazy walk. The only part of him that still ached bad enough to complain about was his back since he’d slept on the hard ground. He grinned through the pain because now he had a way of dealing with it. One last time he drew the rune of endurance on his chest and an audible sigh of relief came involuntarily from his lips. Sometimes it was good to be a mage.

Madara yawned. Yet another boring ass story. She tossed the book to the side and looked at the moon in the sky. It was getting pretty fucking dark now and she really ought to head home.

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Madara stood at the entrance of the academy area lookin tired as fuck. Madara didn’t like the fact that she was out on another boring idea to help out. She decided to call it a mission, though she knew that she wasn’t going to get paid for what she was gonna do. Basically she was going to pull weeds to make the place look nicer. She travelled to the nearest field which was less than a mile from the entrance with her sharingan active for the whole trip. She spent time in a field picking weeds. Nothing special about that. In fact, it was too easy. She didn’t like it too much but it was often the other parts about these kinds of missions that made things lively. She occasionally liked going about more eccentric occupations, like relaxing in the thermal baths or at the most populated park. Enjoy the pleasure of music, a street theater and children running and having fun. All these things which seemed natural to the citizens of the civilian villages, but which for her, were exceptional. She now had to focus on her goals, which would not be so easy to achieve. She did not remember the name of a shinobi that she had previously spent time with on a mission that she had to do, but only a moderately recent and worn photo. The man was of a certain age, which made her furrow her brow as she picked more weeds with her gloved hands.

But it must have been this detail that would have worked against local shinobi. Besides this small group had to have received a specific training, where to use certain weapons to manage to capture an experienced ninja. She should be wary about this, nothing guarantees her success and this mission of such a high rank, the highest level of request that she was really willing to take on. She had thoughts about taking such a serious mission but here she was picking some plants. Oh well. Weeds weren’t all that bad. She bunched up the little she had and put it in a little baggie which she tied to her waist. She thought that she was lucky for her ability to see clearly, which must not be without reason. She could already imagine the means to find the rest of the weeds. First of all she will have to go to a nearby field by crossing the incognito border between property lines, covered with a long hooded coat and gloves to make it harder to get nicked by the plants. Then, she would join the first group of other like minded samaritans which she will find in order to acquire some information on these other plants, finally she hoped she would find all the weeds she needed for the day.

From there, the details which she lacked on the local weeds would undoubtedly be clarified, at least she hoped so. Not only was she responsible for important gathering tasks to her village, but also the life of her fellow comrades, who, according to her elders, had always served the village. If her feats of gathering were not enough to accomplish her goal, all this would be for nothing! She almost spent an entire night walking in the snow and a morning in a makeshift shelter that she had hurried to take and having adopted in the early morning, clear blue sky, a light wind that was blowing, a correct pace towards the next field over, she was finally thinking about stopping for dinner. But it was out of the question that this break was just a waste of time, so she decided to stop off at an inn that had become popular thanks to the incessant back and forth trips of the merchants on the go. The area in which she stopped was the last in the area, this small locality. It was famous for its festivals which occupy every day of the year and intrigue a lot of tourists, or other simple interested. Every night, the streets beat record crowds, traders compete unfairly, trying to get as many customers as possible after dark. Women, money and alcohol were rife here and one could easily witness involuntary events, sometimes amazing secrets, which often crossed this establishment.

She had her eyes on an inn, one of the busiest and with the most convenience for customers. Anyone with an attentive ear, a good sense of deduction and time to waste, would end up with valuable information. But, she just didn't have the week and she had to find a tip in the evening. So she advanced with a sure step, going up the main avenue to spend the evening there. She would sleep better tomorrow. Finally maybe… After she got fifty meters from arriving, she observed the entrance where she looked at the hubbub of the deciduous trees on the left and on the right until the entrance. Path of flat pebbles zigzagging between a glowing grass. Sign that they were close to the border. She climbed the many steps to the large door guarded by an old man seated, leaning on his barrel and his dog, sad creature. Once at their level, she greeted the tired animal with a caress, while returning. She already had to meet the owner to ask him a question or two. She walked through the door, put her eyes on the big room in front of her, modern western decoration in white, red and gold colors, a wooden reception counter, large and old parchments, story of local writer or friends of the boss who adorn the walls.

Soft light, chimney corner that attracts tired and elderly customers. The bar area was very crowded, if a little too hectic. they heard about sports, counter jokes, alcoholic stories, music. All profiles are frequented around the same man. The boss, or rather the boss, greeted her graciously, offering her a nonalcoholic beverage. Madara was only twenty something and was nowhere near the proper age to drink. “Hello and thank you for your presence which seems to me already pleasant,” she introduced herself, “I am Madara, I am not really from the area and I would have liked to spend the evening warm after a long journey.” “Hello! indeed it's the first time I’ve seen you, don't worry, the house will take good care of you! If you need anything, don't hesitate. My clients always leave delighted. I mean if you were a civilian we would charge you, but a kunoichi? We can find some space for you.”

Madara said, “Thanks, that’s really nice, frankly, I'm looking for a nice place to gather weeds around here. Do you know of any good fields?” “Yea, in fact there’s one not too far from here. Just a couple miles north. Be careful out there though, there’s a bunch of animals wandering about.” “Ok well thank you very much once again,” she bowed to this lovely and so natural woman. She would try to ask customers if they ever saw them. This woman brought her out of her despair of thinking she wouldn’t find another field anytime soon. She was also simple and beautiful at the same time. She was probably a western mother or father at the sight of her face. She wore a red tank top and a black skirt, black hair tied, a big smile on her lips and an interesting presence, she displayed a natural charmer. She lowered her drink, continuing to speak with her. She found out the drink she was drinking was just juice with fruits from another nation. She liked the presence and the good humor, it was for this reason that she had become manager of this warm and spacious establishment. The boss drank a few more sake glasses and without realizing it had fallen, early this evening, before asking her if she could show Madara to her room. She sent an employee to her, just as charming to take her there. Once paused, she lay down for a few moments and looked at the time. It was only six o'clock. She fell asleep.

This nap, although short, took the opportunity to immerse herself in the memories. But the nap soon ended and she slipped out through the window and headed north after activating her Sharingan again. Soon enough she arrived at the nearest field and she got down to business. She picked weeds like there was no tomorrow and got lost in her memories again. She sometimes hoped to discover something there, a forgotten secret of those years. But no one was. She was only feeling again the days of past life, the sacrifices that a shinobi has to make. She was barely entering her adult years on this earth and already, she could write a book, tell her life in episodes, to loyal readers or publishers. What about all these old men, who survived a full military life, surviving wars, plots, famines. It would take several to relate such lives. they must dedicate their lives to their causes. Whatever they are. But one thing is certain, one day, in more or less long time, she will achieve beautiful things, she will accomplish what she have always been done for. And in sixty springs, she would count future generations, the time they lived. She stayed on course with her gathering. She filled up another baggie. This field was absolutely teeming with weeds so she wouldn’t have to find another field any time soon.

Madara wandered into another bush of weeds and she thought about what she wanted to do next. Gather it up of course! She thought to times when she had just started the start of the academic year in Hoshigakure, the few other children of her age whom she could occasionally meet on a ride with their parents in the heights of the forests, had prepared for that day. She did not play with them, she spent a lot of time training and therefore did not have the time, although she would sometimes like to. They were going to join the academy, receive the seal of the kjage, and progress, supervised by their idols, their sensei. Hers, was her tutor that she still thought about even as she walked around gathering more weeds. He took care of her entire progress, on all fronts, she was already working at this age, mastering her chakra, knowledge of the body and how it works. But not every day she concocted a challenge, a specific exercise, always harder to perform. That morning, after having swallowed a few foodies, made four sets of five minutes of jump rope, she went to the fresh spring, not very far from their house, going up a badly drawn path and taking a little more height, the temperatures there were cool. The water was soft, blue, and never dried up. Much like the stream she drank out of while taking a break from gathering weeds. She was nearly completed with her volunteer work, she could feel it.

Madara sighed and counted that she had gathered five bags of weeds. She deserved a break. It gave her time to think back to the kind of training she had to do as a kid. She had to do these three round trips, bringing each time two buckets of water, two to three times a week. The rest of the time, father took care of it and she immersed herself in the books he offered her, he also taught her how to read and write. One day her father had left her a note when she returned, he was away for a few days and specified the following instructions: "We will work on your pain resistance threshold." When I get back, I will show you a thing or two. In the meantime, perform the following exercises.” A series of basic drawings followed these words. Madara even in present time thought back to those. She did some basic stances and strikes just for practice, sending one of her weeds bags splitting open. She groaned and stuffed it all back in another unbroken baggie. “Be careful dum dum,” she told herself while she focused on looking for more weeds. The day was going to be busy.

Madara went to gather more weeds. She just needed a couple more baggies to call it quits. As she gathered she practiced her form. She knocked her fists against the trees again and again, counting each punch, trying to make her form better. She was in a good position, her feet a little wider than the width of her shoulders, her legs bent at forty-five degrees. The look undoubtedly fixing the axis of her target, visualizing the silhouette of a man, an imaginary enemy. She imagined herself as her own opponent, was the best way to progress, and a tip given by her 'sensei'. Both hands, arms almost stretched forward, fists closed towards the ground side by side, she brought one back, palm up above the hip. Then bring back the other, while striking the first. Always targeting the opposing plexus first. She missed the days where she could practice for several hours and end up with bloody hands. But for now, she tried to punch as she gathered weeds. She was almost no longer sweating. Only the fresh wind came to refresh her skin, a bad mixture of cold and sweat to get sick. She no longer felt her tight fingers planted in the palm of her hands.

She continued like this until lunch when she thought about her training, using some family herbs and ointment to soothe the pain and relax the use of the joints. Was it cheating to treat her, was she disobeying? What she did not yet know, because she didn’t really care. She was out on her out here, why bother worrying about any of that crap? She gathered up the last of the weeds she needed for the mission then headed on out back to the first field. She didn’t need to do much more than that. Maybe pick up some other weeds along the way so that she could keep some for herself. She took a nap again out in the forest and woke up a few hours later, pulled her appeasement by some shrill laughter that ruined her dream, she decided to get up, noting that it was three in the morning. She activated her sharingan and got ready in a few seconds and then went outside. She let herself be guided, half-asleep, by the thud of music from that town she had visited earlier. She found this nocturnal hubbub for a traveler inn, unusual. Could it be a backroom underground money game. Or simply the bar which offers the after-party to its most daring customers. She saw a door that let the light through, she crossed it delicately, giving a little glimpse of what was hidden there.

A group of individuals, most of them seated on a huge high-quality corner seat, were singing, drinking, flowering with some beautiful women, also intoxicated. The atmosphere was dancing. The room had to be heated or was it the alcohol fumes that raised the temperature. Behind some pool tables a second bar, only for this room. A very tall man in a suit, with a shaved skull, a huge baseball bat in hand, suddenly opened the door, literally snatching. He almost carried her away. The giant was drunk, and her presence seemed to bother him for a reason that would soon fail to escape her. She suddenly saw the people sitting at the back of the room, they were a small group of individuals, a few others also dressed in black suits. Among them, four men in tracksuits. They seemed full of confidence, and openly discussed their little shenanigans. Some splinters of wood, coming from the hinges of the door, were projected towards the tables. They were all looking at her. “Sorry gentlemen, I was just passing, through. I was looking for the origin of all this sound.”

She tried to ignore their whispers and she started to turn around, but the man pushed her, falling almost all alone because of his weight, she only moved a few meters or two. Others behind sneered. Already betting on her account. The mistress of the house, distraught, ran between them, trying to separate them. She looked at her with a guilty look, apologizing to everyone, asking her to please find her room, to avoid creating more problems for her. But why not send the annoying group away? Why leave the room for them at this hour. No matter, she did what she asked her, without arguing.

This didn’t last long though. When everyone got so drunk that Madara wasn’t even noticed anymore she slipped out and left that party town behind her. She crept along the path heading back to her home, keeping an eye out for any signs of danger. Madara soon arrived at her home in Hoshigakure. There she sat around for a few minutes and wondered what else she wanted to do with her time today.
 
Madara noticed that at this moment they were only ten meters from her destination. An old man was approaching, a few yards to the side. His pace made him understand that he was probably important, that that she should protect until they got to the village. While she was touring the premises a little further with her sharingan, the man arrived within their reach and introduced himself. He claimed to be someone in charge of cleaning up the area so they handed over the weeds and got a slip of paper from him that would let Madara claim her volunteer work. Before long the girl was back home and thinking about the past. She couldn’t sleep, probably because it was still like midday. She finally got her ass out of bed and headed to the southeast towards the mission office so that she could go get one for the next day. She wanted to do an escort mission or something but she decided against it. She knew that in the end she was just going to get stuck doing the same boring bullshit as usual. Plus the far out regions of the country were unknown to her, because even though she had been in the wild a lot she rarely ventured further than that. She had an urge to go explore mountains and scout out to report back the news of the village and its surroundings. Thoughts for another time. For now, she would be happy with another day of volunteering.

In bed Madara fell into a dream once she got back home. She dreamed about being in a fight club. She was being attacked by someone, a hazy figure. It lunged at her but she let herself roll on the left to avoid it, letting the enemy collapse on the ground. There was only one other woman in the room. She saw the woman here, sitting on the floor, mouth closed, eyes overwhelmed with all the violence. Her attention quickly returned to the two men, again standing against them. One of the young ladies here present, in turn, tried to intervene. The two men dropped it vulgarly, bumping into the bar behind her. She had badly knocked and she could easily, thanks to her skill with combat discern the gravity of the injury. She had lost consciousness but, waking up only with a headache, nothing serious. Very different for the two ladies who never ceased to put up a fight. In this dream Madara felt like a capricious child asking again and again for dessert. But as patient as she could be she couldn't bear to see someone treated like this by these men in overdose of power. So she decided to punish them.

Madara’s clarity in her dream got better. She could vaguely recall details that her brain made up for why she was here. She still couldn’t piece everything together though. It was a goddamn dream and the walls were even painted with actual fruits instead of paint or wallpaper. But she tried to focus on the details she cared about. She saw with her sharingan a broken ankle, one or two unbalanced sleepy drunks for the night. While two of them sat watching her sneering again. The other people present did not say words, in her opinion surprised by what a young person her age could achieve in the face of several robust characters. She hadn't used her talents. Just from her martial knowledge. But easy was to find their weak points, history of fracture, poor guard, or just reflexes slowed down by too much alcohol consumption. Someone stepped in to interrupt the fighting, maybe realizing that things were going too far.  

“Okay, little girl, you don't look mean, you're doing well, but it's enough there. Normally I would have told you to leave, but now you've just damaged some of my men and friends. So you're going to have to pay me back. I’m the head of the arms around here. I can’t have someone else no matter how young compete with my group of rebels who want to make money by taking over small shops. You are pitiful, for trying to come in here and acting tough.” Madara had no response. She hardly even knew why she was here either. She nodded and said, “okay I’ll be on my way then.” She then faded from the dream and woke up in her room. “that was strange,” she said as she tried to fall back asleep but she simply couldn’t. There was way too much going on in her head now. Who were those people? Was this a vision of an adventure to come? Or maybe she was thinking about something that had happened in the past? There was really no way of telling.

3663 / 7502 wc total

+75 AP
learning Sensory spec: 2nd spec 2000 wc
learning Water element: 2nd element 2000 wc
learning b rank https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t45954-hiding-with-camouflage-v7?highlight=camouflage for 1500 wc
2000 wc towards mangekyou sharingan -> running total is now 5300
previous WC from these threads:
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t51245-mission-1?nid=1#387591
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t51227p20-yoi-tasks-christmas-event-missions#388076