Ep 15 A Day As A Professional Bum

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The dull buzz of the flickering lights was mesmerizing. His gaze unfocused with his reality centered elsewhere. Azuki  was postured plopped his feet on his desk. It had felt as if time had fallen to a stand still. Silence was a lingering hymn of solidarity. For the past hour or so his time was consumed with the bingo book. One too many pieces making his work disturbed. "We still haven't talked." His mind felt blank within his head. It was bogged like a depressive mist clouding his thoughts. His stomach churned. "We can't keep allowing everyone into the village." Both of his spirits revealed themselves prompting a riposte in his stagnation.

"What troubles him Akuma?" Atlas his newly acquired spirit spoke. Azuki did his best to ignore them, the constant company overwhelming. "Seeing as you're a living spirit, it makes sense you can't access his memories."  Azuki continued to make alterations to a few select bingo books. He had 20 twenty copies and 10 select target's. He had hunted a few others the other day. Kimiko had given up all of the information. A list of spies and plants within the village. Azuki had spent time verifying the weaker and higher profiles. He had taken the liberty of arresting the other spies but the village was plagued with handlers.

Essentially Kurogane made use of a strange clan which could fuse twins. With the use of transformation one would sneak away to gather info. A few more pushes in this campaign and it would all be over. Due to his surprise his spirits had become quite chummy. As close as two spiritual beings could ever hope to be.

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Azuki continued to scavenge his office desk. The flutter and clutter of paper almost filled his mind. That was until the guttural pangs of hunger boasted to the world. “Sadly he even called him little  brother” Akuma held Atlas’ shoulders an unwavering expression. “Master is this true ?” Azuki shot to his feet like an arrow shot true. He pointed at the two of them.”Enough with the bullshit and gossip. I will keep you both confined .” He snapped grabbing a single journal. He tucked this journal into his pants. The notes fully invested into the case regarding the traitors.

He was still homeless which prompted the uptake in work. More documents to handle the more time he could live in his office. Azuki needed to finalize his hit packets. Each one was tailored advice on the twins. Powers , abilities , and appearances written down as well.

There wasn’t a large enough pool to choose one. Many of their elite muscle were already at critical stations. To remove them from their post for this task would be detrimental. Junko, Himself, and the spider genin for starters. This hole left by the missing leaf chancellors was becoming a gaping wound.

He made way to Darkside and mentioned about the mission for the pancakes. It was depressing as they tried to set the mood. The cheering and clapping as the 10 pancakes came out. But he was just starving again. The time he spent homeless brought him back to his roots of being a bum. But being a bum in a city was different than the wilderness.

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The pancakes weren’t too much. They were clean,  with 4 small tabs of melting butter over the flour disc.He used his superior weapon skills to slice the entire stack. Each pancake was cut into perfect bite sized pieces. He grabbed the bottle of syrup and began to drench and soak all of food.

He was starving from his recent training with Atlas. They thought he was here for a challenge and when he was here to survive.
Using his left hand he went through some of his other files. He had reorganized the academy files. Azuki’s past worries becoming fruition.

Nobody was being organized into divisions. He wasn’t upset about the matter it was manpower. This bingo book work would be good as a test. “Excuse me can I get a mimosa.” He choked into his fist. The pancakes despite being the most  moistaculous sugar disc. The waitress brought him a glass as he bowed softly. He immediately gulped it down clearing out his throat.

“Thank you so much Ms.” He said with watery eyes. She laughed at him and left him back to his 10 course stack. He only has a quarter left and 12 minutes had went by. At this point he was just trying to savor the flavor. As much as he wanted to purchase or build a home he couldn’t. This homeless free spirit life style was the key to making his ANTs. The zone as some call it , he finds it in battle. It’s a state of mind where resonance of the body is enhanced. It felt as good as these pancakes.

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Despite the great fill of breakfast seeing the new generations gave him hope. The recent graduates were also made known to him. It had seemed a great deal of students aimed for the combat division.

It had seemed more frequent these comings days. Small prideful things that filled him with genuine joy. Everyday he was learning who he was. The curse damned and gone, comets the age of the spirits. Out of the files from the academy he selected a few. These few were names that popped up with precedence once before.

“Seikatsu Aranha…” This individual with no division gave him aide the other day. During the invasion that had was some days ago. He fought against one of the vanguard generals Kimiko. Someone of the same clan as this Seikatsu. From what he could remember Seikatsu proved useful on the battlefield.

The ability to not only adapt but work in conjunction with an ally Shinobi.  These were natural born qualities of a combatant. It seemed archery was a noticeable feature of their jutsu. It’s possible his next weapon would be a bow. It would do him well to make and master multiple arts. He had the capability to use all manner of jutsu.

It would truly be the wise option to take advantage of this. With the last few acts of munching the pancakes were done. And even better yet it was free. Not to mention he was able to get a leg up on the academy documents. A productive morning for a professional bum.

All in all he there was still task to be done . The paperwork for the bingo book and hit packets. But again the pangs of hunger over took him. Files in hand he headed to the nearby river. He grabbed a handful of rocks and crushed them in his palm. A simple and effective plan in his head. With a solid pitch he chucked the stones into the water.

He caught 6 fish in total and was able to freshly store them within his dimension. Using his lightness skill he realized his own folly. The files had slipped from underneath his arm. He didn’t think before jumping back off the bank. Leaning backwards and rotating to catch the bingo portfolios. He carefully landed storing those as well for the moment .

He made his way back to the office. He locked his door and took his shirt off. He cut on his fan and heated up the stove. He set the stove to 375. He summoned the portfolios and ingredients for his next meal. Grilled seafood and Mac n cheese. Fried cabbage stir fry.

The top three pairs of twins would prove the most deadly of informants. These twins were all similar in power to him and Junko. And to fight opponents with such unnatural comparability would be hell in its own right.

With his top speed he easily removed the bones from the fish. From there two fish were processed and cubed.

He put that away while making the batter. He reviewed the first bingo portfolio in his head. Migi and Migiri two modified twins with seahorse features. Their human forms are bulldog like faces. One has purple hair and the other green. However their creature forms are fully indistinguishable. A testament to the resources of their enemies.

Something unusual about these informants is that they were all fish type abominations. Azuki deduced it was to make use of the island and jungle like environment. As water style users they all had an equalized advantage with the chaotic weather. Not to mention the ability to hide and stalk siege points within streams and rivers. Sound tactics but not against those of Tsukigakure.

Azuki carefully added 4 cups of corn starch, and two cups of water. He used his hand to mix the contents before washing his hands. Paprika , black pepper, salt, onion powder, garlic , dry mustard, and chives. A beautiful blend of herbs before he added more water. Enough to loosen up the mixture and add the fish back in. He mixed it thoroughly and with much gusto. The parallel processing resonating with both resolutions.

Migi pair or hit packet one was the all around water specialist. Both twins favored water and wind style jutsu. Both were traditional long range ninjutsu type shinobi. Worst case scenario Junko could be assigned the bingo hit package. But it’s possible some of the vagabonds would be enough as well. There was also the one Azuki has trained. A missing ninja at that he believed. Or from what he remembered of his aura. Everyone always had some type of presence to them after all.Cana and Casaki were female twins who used a combination of water and lightning jutsu. Yet the lightning user Casaki was also a taijutsu user. A balanced close and long range pair with combination ninjutsu.

Azuki summoned Panko breadcrumbs and added it to the batter and fish. He made sure to give everything an even coat. He slide the bowl into the freezer. He got a pot of boiling water on the stove. He salted the water and let it roll into a smooth boil. A dollop or five of butter had been added prior. He added in his noodles and watched them carefully. A second pot with milk slowly coming into a simmer. He seasoned it with much of the same seasonings mainly garlic and onion powder. He made a roux  and cooked it off before adding it to the milk. With gentle stirs of a whisk, he slowly added in 5 cheese. Stirring ever so smoothly as to integrate all the flavor.


Zanbo and Zanboshi were both frog like humanoids. Both were exceptionally powerful in taijutsu and weaponry. Both were shown to have arm blades which were designed like fins. With that he had finally developed the final three hit packages. He made side to add the notes to each of the bingo books. Verifying each one he started to finish lunch.


He shocked the noodles and cooled them before adding the cheese sauce. It was all mixed up before a layer of breadcrumbs was added to the top. He set the timer on the oven for ten minutes. Cleaning and taking out the pots he kept his area clean.

He put his oil on in a fresh pot. He let that get hot throwing a stick of butter on the stove. Once the oil was bubbling he he threw in his fish from the freezer. The bites all cooking evenly into a golden crisp. The sound of oil like the steady pace of rain.

The butter  melting the majority of the way prompted him to add honey. He wanted it to caramelize while adding in brown sugar. He summoned an orange and added a healthy amount of orange zest. Chili and some of the organs juice. He rendered it and reduced it to a smooth consistency that coated the back of the spoon.

The final touch was freshly Juliane sliced onions. He removed the fried fish bites and added it to the sweet honey hot sauce he created. The beautiful glisten was almost complete . He grabbed some chili flakes and chives to make it truly pop. He took the max n cheese out while taking the cabbage out. The glistening juices and blissful steam. The aroma made the room smell like all types of heaven.Azuki completely zoned out and demolished all of this food with a chilled bottle of wine .

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Azuki after a hearty meal took a stop at the local weapons shop. Earlier he was inspired by the fish which gave him an idea. Waving to the lady who runs the shop he bowed. With the formalities done he headed to the weapon wall and scanned.

It didn’t take long to find the weapons he needed. A lance a cylinder type which wasn’t as common. Most lances were more if anything just spears and halberds. He picked it up and observed its nature. It was much easier to describe it as a cone. The handle and structure constructed in…. He ran his hand over it to see with his hands so to say.

To understand the source material as honestly as an artisan could. It was a strange way of showing respect. But was just as much as an appraisal skill. Something his master taught him in a twisted way. A casual tactic to force Azuki to worship weapons as God. The sentiment never fully stuck however.

He put the lance down and hung it back up. His next area of introspection was the mighty bow. A timeless classic that he indeed needed work with. This particular bow had metal working it wasn’t just purely wood. Honestly he would prefer to carve the wood and paint it himself. He studied the metal casing regardless closely.

Next was examining the bow string. How was it strung through and the glancing measurements for each aspect of the weapon. His eye allowed nothing to escape his mental notes. He placed the bow back now observing different armor and gauntlets.Just the other week he had just made a large purchase. Azuki had made a custom order for materials on top of his current arsenal. It was faster to alter pre made weapons and enhance. Although he had the capability to forge it and enhance it by himself. But it was too much of a pain in the ass.

Before getting too side tracked he grabbed some paper. He began to make a list after walking around the shop. Outside of examining new gear he wrote increments of materials and weapons. Especially those smoke bombs and other quick use items. He was constantly in stock of those. He pondered and settled on 100 bombs in total to keep his stockpile strong.

With the ability to store all of this in a dimension, freshness was never an issue. Although the idea of having to clean pocket dimensions sounds like hell. He added a note for chakra wire as well and materials. He confirmed the list and headed to the front desk. “I want to put this order in. I’ll be needing another large bulk buy.” Azuki signed off the paper with his signature.

The shop owner took the paper  and ran to the back. He did look over the chakra wire in the mean time. It was one of the latest gear added to his arsenal. Shit was dangerous was as hell. He always felt like he was close to slicing his own wrist off. It made it all the more terrifying to use.The shop owner made confirmation with Azuki and he made his way out the store.

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He spent the rest of the day helping rebuild the damages to the village. For the next day he signed up for a mission. It was due time but he was going to be teaching. Most of his time had been spent training their actual ninja. It was rare he stopped by the academy despite it being under his command.


Azuki had configured his office into a bedroom once more. He slept on a nice pillow and blanket. The cool air of the kage tower maintained his sanity.The next day came bright and early. He used one of the employee bathrooms and took a quick shower. Once collecting all his gear and weapons he left out the tower.

He noticed many of their people were weapon users. In his quest for power he would develop his own techniques. Then use that experience to develop techniques for the village. He didn’t forget nobody wanted to learn in the first place. So there was no rush as long as he focused on himself. The burden was just another layer of responsibility. One that sharpened iron with iron.

Azuki gracefully traveled through the village. His impressive leaps taking him up 30m into the air. It was as if he was flying half the time. He psyched himself up to show off a bit. His last demonstration covered the entire sky in giant 15m sized dragons.

“Atlas, Akuma” Azuki roared with a mad grin. Both his spirits manifested. Atlas was only a medium level spirit. But he was essentially humanoid from his outline. “We have a demonstration today so let’s show what we’ve worked on. Azuki had multiple abilities to master.

Having transcended to become a weapon spirit user. This was something only he alone had walked. As far as if he knew these practices were almost unheard of. He has spent much time bonding with Akuma and Atlas.

Mainly getting drunk and playing poker with the two of them. As such his ability to manifest them grew. It was a symbiotic relationship of strength and friendship. The power of bonds drives him to new heights for this mission.

Azuki arrived slightly early to the school. He forgot who was instated as principal. Junko has taken care of it. Again he had to stop avoiding her. There would be talk of it at the next meeting. Who would be taking on the roles of chancellor. What was next for the village? So many things for the future to be instituted. But this was only after a pest was removed. Only the person who laid hands on his Sister. Kurogane would die for such crimes. Attacking their home, their family , their young ones. He would slaughter every single abomination.

There would be no thing such known as mercy. The weary dead in recognizing in the beyond. Oh the cold taste of steel and torment. That is what he deemed they deserved. “So mote it be .” He grumbled, grabbing Atlas off his hip.

Azuki came to the demonstrations in comfortably absorbing wick clothes. That jungle heat kicked even his ass. It was too damn moist and too damn hot. But luckily the cooler months had started to come. It at least became a lot more dry. That weather was leagues more manageable than humidity.

He could feel himself being amped up.He has three classes to teach today. He would work them to the bone. Or so to say he would set the opportunity. Chakra infusion was a necessary skill for many jutsu. By teaching the concepts now he would open up a whole world to the students.

Azuki walked into the training area of the school and decided to get warmed up. He walked in the sand rolling his shoulders. He began to skip and open up his and did two laps. He settled down into the center and began Kata.

His weight distributed evenly with the shovel in sword mode. He had the shovel held at an angle. So as the flat side could be used as a shield of sorts. The slanted angle made it useful for slashes and stabs. It was an offensive and defensive stance. A sudden lunge forward with two thrust . Curving his wrist he stabbed the left then curved to stab the right.

Using his lead leg he fell forward and used momentum. He snapped his hip forward and punched gripping Mr.Clod. A small wave of air flew forth from the impact. To gain distance he spun his heel pressing the mechanism on the center. The center would make the shovel extend outward.

He used his second hand to swing through. Dropping low into an extended horse stance and exploding. A profound shing slicing through the air itself. He did not turn his back with this weapon. However a constant flow was kept while spinning it rapidly. In between each spin a diagonal slash was executed making it the easiest to equalize momentum. He was a perpetual motion machine of death. Taking in a massive breath he flooded his body with oxygen and chakra.

His lungs expanded as the power put him into a state of clarity. It was if he was drunk and sober all at the same time. He spun rapidly in the air. His body turned into a 2m sized rotating wind saw. Coming out of the spin he leaned with his weight. The emphasis on his back foot slowing him down. He froze to a halt and stood up stretching his arms and back.


He perked up seeing a single student hiding behind a wall. He had seemed to be amazed .”Class will begin soon ya know .” Azuki pointed Mr.Clod at the kid who nodded and ran. He tossed his ANT over his shoulder and waited. If they were too late he would make it hell for everyone. But luckily the brats all made it in time.

He greeted and introduced himself to the class.”Good morning future Tsukigakure Shinobi. I am General Azuki Shinoda. It is my pleasure to be teaching practical skills today to all of the classes. I will be teaching you a skill that is a fundamental in your career as taijutsu or other Shinobi art practitioners. And that skill will be chakra infusion. Every Shinobi requires this skill. For power and precision alike. Now let us begin.”


Azuki led the students into a 5 lap warm up around the training hall. He kept a pace that would get their bodies warmed up. Being metaphysical super humans was not an excuse to skip dynamic stretching. He led them all through sets of calisthenic exercises. The first was classic push ups. While forcing them all to maintain their chakra they completed 300 as a group. They did the same for sit ups, squats, and high knees.

Once the physical training was over it was time to work on chakra infusion.” The key is focus and concentration. You have to coat the weapon evenly. Your chakra should not be erratic. “ He showed using a wooden bokken. The entire class currently had them as he walked the line.

He examined each student closely noticing who needed guidance. But he kept a close eye on those who seemingly mastered the technique. It was possible they had Shinobi parents. Or the typical child from a clan. Training usually started younger in those house holds. He ordered those who had a knack for it to help teach. His inspiration was after 10 more minutes, the rest of class was sparring with him.


And so ten minutes passed and Azuki stood poised. He said they could all attack freely and would win if his sword broke. They had to use chakra infusion. He allowed those who could do more to do so.

He held his right hand behind his back. It was only fair to use his off hand. Besides it was training for him as well. He took an L stance with his left leg forward. The first wave of students attacked with wild variations of control. Azuki targeted the weak points striking their torso’s. He didn’t move a single a step as they flew past him wincing.

“Try and kill me. It’ll be the only way you land a hit .” He laughed mocking the kids. He wanted to light a fire underneath them. He defeated more and more students with improper control. His own infused blade slicing through the weak points of the distribution. It was all clear to him.

Only a few students has remained. To his surprise they all used some form of chakra infusion. He raises an eyebrow and welcomed them to attack freely. Two of the students raced in a zig zag pattern. They kept their hands moving their line of attack unclear.

When they did launch their attack Azuki swatted both in the same movement.A stalemate as he knocked them back. Another simultaneous attack at his ankles and throat. Good , he thought being forced to finally move. He protected his neck and jumped into the air.

He was on the move as the students became more aggressive with lunging attacks. Azuki hit the splits and then rolled over and over.He ducked and slide as a flying kick came in at his head. A counter as a return slash came from above. He grabbed the students wrist and flung them in the air.

I’m the distance he could see the clock. It had seemed class was almost over. Azuki used chakra saber to extend and refine his blade. “Remember this is what you can achieve with a simple skill.” Azuki used his superior speed to rip through their attacks.

By opting out of using an element he didn’t worry about advantage or disadvantage. It was always a flat rate. With a sudden swing he struck all of their blades in an instant.

He congratulated them on their efforts and hard work. Now it was time for lunch. Azuki has made salmon stuffed with cheese and spinach with rice. A spiced aeoli to coat the entirety of the dish. Azuki noticed many of the students were watching from afar. With a sigh he welcomed them all over. Soon it felt as if the whole training room was filled.

Azuki spent the majority of the his lunch answering questions and telling stories. It was interesting to interact with young minds and see how they learn. A sign of hope for the next generation. He was proud of his young Shinobi. He figured this was as close to being a parent as he would get. Still the sentiment was nice he figured.

Once lunch was about to be over he shooed everyone off. He was able to enjoy his meal in peace and quiet. Something he had earned for the day. It didn’t take long for the next class to start. However more people struggled in that class so sparring didn’t occur. At least not with chakra, Azuki opted for sword basics. The class did indeed in fact improve over the course of the day.

The last class blew everyone else out of the water. However it was mostly older folk than typical academy students. That entire class was allowed to spar. Azuki was even able to teach many of them infusions with elements. He argued he was able to do a lot today. This technique would become a staple in their careers. Every time they learned a new technique requiring it he told them to think of his wisdom.

Azuki did his due diligence and did his reports for the classes. On top of training he has individual notes and scores for todays training. And from his perspective everyone earned one hundred. He didn’t see a lack of hesitation from anyone. Tsuki ninja were truly tenacious. The attack on the village did good for them. Despite tragic and horrific everyone was spurred on. What type of strength would we find in the coming weeks? Azuki pondered this as he left the academy

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