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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,131
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
*Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of the genius Masashi Kishimoto.
“…” – Talking
‘…’ – Thoughts
The next morning found the young red head standing in front of the Hokage’s large oak desk, looking at the blonde woman sitting behind it as if she had suddenly grown another head. Miaka was certain that she must have misheard the other, because there was no way the Godaime would ask such a thing of her. “Anou… sumi masen Hokage-Sama, demo… I believe I must have misheard you. Would you repeat the mission specs, onegai ishimasu.”
Resting her chin on the palm of one of her hands, Tsunade smirked up at the girl. Knowing full well why the young woman before her believed herself to have misheard her elder, she chuckled softly and replied. “I am sending you on a diplomatic mission to Kusagakure. You will be leading a team of three younger Chuunin, whom we are in the process of selecting.”
Miaka had slowly been turning a not so healthy shade of grey during the Hokage’s instructions. This wasn’t surprising, seeing as how it had been the mission to Kusagakure that had nearly gotten herself and her teammates killed. She had practically just returned from that mission, and now she was being sent back? “Demo… Hokage-Sama…” Miaka tried to interject, only to be cut off by a raised hand, signaling her to be silent. “Kusagakure is now under new leadership. We are forging this alliance due to their request. While normally I would send someone of Jounin level, given recent events, all possible Jounin are needed for other missions. This leaves me with no choice but to send a Chuunin. Therefore, I am sending you due to your prior experience with the culture and customs of Kusa. Not only that, but according to your records you have a sharp mind… something that is going to be needed on this mission.”
Seeing the frown that still marred the redhead’s face, Tsunade gave the younger woman an encouraging smile. “I can understand any concerns, or even fears that you might have. However, I’ve read your file and your team’s mission report. I believe you can do this.” At the Godaime’s words, Miaka’s frown was replaced by a look that almost seemed like surprise. Handing Miaka the mission scroll, Tsunade continued. “You will depart from the city gates with your team in exactly three week. Until then, I expect that you will prepare and familiarize yourself with Konoha’s positions on the various issues that will most likely be brought up in the negotiations. You will find a list of them in the mission scroll.”
With a bow to the older blonde, Miaka turned and left the room. Scroll clutched tightly in her hand, she made her way to the village archives room. She had a lot of work to do, and only three weeks in which to have it done.
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Miaka stood at the entrance to the large clearing in the forested training ground. Sunlight, trickling down through the leaves of the moss covered oak trees, danced in patterns on the ground. A river that cut through the right of the clearing babbled, as if happy to see her. The sounds of the river’s constant flow mixed with the swoosh of the wind through the leaves and the occasional bird song, creating a soothing atmosphere. One that calmed the young woman’s slowly fraying nerves, and brought a content smile to her face.
Miaka had spent the last several days digging through the village archives. She stayed each day until she was literally kicked out when the time came for the archive rooms to close. Miaka wished that she could have simply remained there, researching for the upcoming mission. That at least kept her mind occupied, preventing her from fretting over what was to come. If truth be told, the idea of returning to Kusagakure frightened her. Despite the seemingly constant state of worry she found herself in, Miaka refused to share her fears with anyone. She had too much pride as a kunoichi.
Which is why, instead of retreating to the archives, the young woman now stood in the empty training grounds. She had made a resolution the night before, as she stood in front of the memorial stone. She was older. She was wiser. She was stronger. And she would be damned if she let this defeat her.
Stepping into the clearing, Miaka shrugged her kimono jacket off and hung it over a low hanging branch. After a few basic stretches, she moved into her first stance. Slowly, with the grace of a dancer and skill wrought from years of practice, Miaka moved from form to form.
Miaka had never been able to master Taijutsu. The hard, rough movements of the katas just seemed to refuse to cooperate with her dance trained body. However, the graceful yet powerful movements of Tai Chi where a different story. The idea behind each form was a different focus of chakara, so it not only strengthened her body but helped with her chakara control as well. Also, when the movements of Tai Chi were used at a normal fighting speed they proved deadly.
Miaka smiled, allowing her self to reminisce for a few moments. Remembering the smile the Kumamoto clan head had given her when she had asked if she might study Tai Chi along with the clan’s gennin, the look of surprise when she quickly took to the martial art, and the pride in his eyes when she mastered the Fan Dance. That had been two years of long, hard work. But the reward had been worth it.
Finishing her final form, Miaka pulled the paper fan from her belt. With a simple flick of her wrist, the heirloom fan was open. A couple of hand seals later and the edges of her fan were covered with razor sharp chakara made blades.
Miaka’s movements were fluid, refined. To any observer, it would almost appear as if she were dancing. That is until the edge of her fan caught a tree, leaving a deep gash in the trunk. It was then that the redhead noticed the other chakara signature in the vicinity. It was faint, as if it were being repressed, making it nearly impossible to identify. Continuing on as if she had not sensed anything, Miaka carefully continued to monitor the other signature. After several more minutes, she was still unable to identify it. Making a decision, Miaka decided that safe was better than sorry.
Mid turn, Miaka leapt into the air, while simultaneously forming several seals around her once again closed fan before flicking is open towards the unknown intruder. “Aoi hi wa dansu no jutsu!” A burst of blue flame flickered around her fan for an instant before spiraling towards the foreseen threat.
A surprised shriek and Miaka watched as a form jumped out of the way of her jutsu, literally in the knick of time. Quickly drawing a kunai from her hip pouch, Miaka prepared to counter. Orange and blonde registered as she finally got a good look at her opponent. Landing easily on a branch, she re-holstered the kunai with an exasperated sigh, “Naruto-san...”
Amusement flickered into her eyes as she watched said orange clad idiot perform a rather amusing little dance, in an attempt to extinguish a small lick of flame that her had been unable to avoid. With a roll of her eyes, she flicked her fan shut, ending the jutsu and extinguishing the flame.
Leaping down, Miaka approached the singed ninja now slumped on the ground. “Naruto-san no baka,” she teased. ‘Waaa! Miaka-NeeChan, that was mean!” He whined. “Well then, Naruto-san should not have been hiding and sneaking around like an enemy would,” Miaka playfully reprimanded, gently cuffing the boy atop his head. “Itai! Miaka-Neechaaaaaaan!”
Sitting down next to the blonde, Miaka smiled at her kohei. “Did you just return from Suna?”
“Yeah… Nee-Chan’s out on a mission so I figured I’d come see you- dattebayo!”
“You were looking for someone to bum a free ramen meal off of, weren’t you?”
“Ehehehehe… Miaka-Neechan knows me too well.”
“Why don’t you just sucker Hatake-Sempai into it like you usually do post mission?”
“Well, I would… but it’s kinda hard for Kaka-Sensei to treat me to ramen when he’s in the hospital.”
“ . . . NANI?!”
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Yes, I am going to be evil and leave it off there. Anywho! Much thanks to everyone who’s been keeping up with Firebird thus far. Especially those who have reviewed, I really appreciate you taking the time to drop me a line.
Okay, a quick blurb on my explanation of Tai Chi. Tai Chi usually focuses on centering one’s Chi while going through the different stances. However, this being the Naruto-verse I replaced Chi with Chakara. The ideas of both are extremely similar, with just a few minute differences. I’ve been studying Tai Chi on my own for about a year now, and I highly recommend it!
Anou – Um...
Sumi Masen – Politest form of “Excuse me”
Demo – But
Onegai Ishimasu – Politest form of “Please”
Aoi hi wa dansu no jutsu – Dance of the Blue Flame Technique
Baka – Idiot, Stupid
Nee-Chan (NeeChan) – Familiar version of Onee-San, meaning Big Sister
Itai – Ouch
Kohei – Junior, a term of respect for someone younger or a subordinate
Sempai – Senior, a term of respect for an elder or superior
Sensei – Teacher
Nani - What
*Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of the genius Masashi Kishimoto.
“…” – Talking
‘…’ – Thoughts
The next morning found the young red head standing in front of the Hokage’s large oak desk, looking at the blonde woman sitting behind it as if she had suddenly grown another head. Miaka was certain that she must have misheard the other, because there was no way the Godaime would ask such a thing of her. “Anou… sumi masen Hokage-Sama, demo… I believe I must have misheard you. Would you repeat the mission specs, onegai ishimasu.”
Resting her chin on the palm of one of her hands, Tsunade smirked up at the girl. Knowing full well why the young woman before her believed herself to have misheard her elder, she chuckled softly and replied. “I am sending you on a diplomatic mission to Kusagakure. You will be leading a team of three younger Chuunin, whom we are in the process of selecting.”
Miaka had slowly been turning a not so healthy shade of grey during the Hokage’s instructions. This wasn’t surprising, seeing as how it had been the mission to Kusagakure that had nearly gotten herself and her teammates killed. She had practically just returned from that mission, and now she was being sent back? “Demo… Hokage-Sama…” Miaka tried to interject, only to be cut off by a raised hand, signaling her to be silent. “Kusagakure is now under new leadership. We are forging this alliance due to their request. While normally I would send someone of Jounin level, given recent events, all possible Jounin are needed for other missions. This leaves me with no choice but to send a Chuunin. Therefore, I am sending you due to your prior experience with the culture and customs of Kusa. Not only that, but according to your records you have a sharp mind… something that is going to be needed on this mission.”
Seeing the frown that still marred the redhead’s face, Tsunade gave the younger woman an encouraging smile. “I can understand any concerns, or even fears that you might have. However, I’ve read your file and your team’s mission report. I believe you can do this.” At the Godaime’s words, Miaka’s frown was replaced by a look that almost seemed like surprise. Handing Miaka the mission scroll, Tsunade continued. “You will depart from the city gates with your team in exactly three week. Until then, I expect that you will prepare and familiarize yourself with Konoha’s positions on the various issues that will most likely be brought up in the negotiations. You will find a list of them in the mission scroll.”
With a bow to the older blonde, Miaka turned and left the room. Scroll clutched tightly in her hand, she made her way to the village archives room. She had a lot of work to do, and only three weeks in which to have it done.
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Miaka stood at the entrance to the large clearing in the forested training ground. Sunlight, trickling down through the leaves of the moss covered oak trees, danced in patterns on the ground. A river that cut through the right of the clearing babbled, as if happy to see her. The sounds of the river’s constant flow mixed with the swoosh of the wind through the leaves and the occasional bird song, creating a soothing atmosphere. One that calmed the young woman’s slowly fraying nerves, and brought a content smile to her face.
Miaka had spent the last several days digging through the village archives. She stayed each day until she was literally kicked out when the time came for the archive rooms to close. Miaka wished that she could have simply remained there, researching for the upcoming mission. That at least kept her mind occupied, preventing her from fretting over what was to come. If truth be told, the idea of returning to Kusagakure frightened her. Despite the seemingly constant state of worry she found herself in, Miaka refused to share her fears with anyone. She had too much pride as a kunoichi.
Which is why, instead of retreating to the archives, the young woman now stood in the empty training grounds. She had made a resolution the night before, as she stood in front of the memorial stone. She was older. She was wiser. She was stronger. And she would be damned if she let this defeat her.
Stepping into the clearing, Miaka shrugged her kimono jacket off and hung it over a low hanging branch. After a few basic stretches, she moved into her first stance. Slowly, with the grace of a dancer and skill wrought from years of practice, Miaka moved from form to form.
Miaka had never been able to master Taijutsu. The hard, rough movements of the katas just seemed to refuse to cooperate with her dance trained body. However, the graceful yet powerful movements of Tai Chi where a different story. The idea behind each form was a different focus of chakara, so it not only strengthened her body but helped with her chakara control as well. Also, when the movements of Tai Chi were used at a normal fighting speed they proved deadly.
Miaka smiled, allowing her self to reminisce for a few moments. Remembering the smile the Kumamoto clan head had given her when she had asked if she might study Tai Chi along with the clan’s gennin, the look of surprise when she quickly took to the martial art, and the pride in his eyes when she mastered the Fan Dance. That had been two years of long, hard work. But the reward had been worth it.
Finishing her final form, Miaka pulled the paper fan from her belt. With a simple flick of her wrist, the heirloom fan was open. A couple of hand seals later and the edges of her fan were covered with razor sharp chakara made blades.
Miaka’s movements were fluid, refined. To any observer, it would almost appear as if she were dancing. That is until the edge of her fan caught a tree, leaving a deep gash in the trunk. It was then that the redhead noticed the other chakara signature in the vicinity. It was faint, as if it were being repressed, making it nearly impossible to identify. Continuing on as if she had not sensed anything, Miaka carefully continued to monitor the other signature. After several more minutes, she was still unable to identify it. Making a decision, Miaka decided that safe was better than sorry.
Mid turn, Miaka leapt into the air, while simultaneously forming several seals around her once again closed fan before flicking is open towards the unknown intruder. “Aoi hi wa dansu no jutsu!” A burst of blue flame flickered around her fan for an instant before spiraling towards the foreseen threat.
A surprised shriek and Miaka watched as a form jumped out of the way of her jutsu, literally in the knick of time. Quickly drawing a kunai from her hip pouch, Miaka prepared to counter. Orange and blonde registered as she finally got a good look at her opponent. Landing easily on a branch, she re-holstered the kunai with an exasperated sigh, “Naruto-san...”
Amusement flickered into her eyes as she watched said orange clad idiot perform a rather amusing little dance, in an attempt to extinguish a small lick of flame that her had been unable to avoid. With a roll of her eyes, she flicked her fan shut, ending the jutsu and extinguishing the flame.
Leaping down, Miaka approached the singed ninja now slumped on the ground. “Naruto-san no baka,” she teased. ‘Waaa! Miaka-NeeChan, that was mean!” He whined. “Well then, Naruto-san should not have been hiding and sneaking around like an enemy would,” Miaka playfully reprimanded, gently cuffing the boy atop his head. “Itai! Miaka-Neechaaaaaaan!”
Sitting down next to the blonde, Miaka smiled at her kohei. “Did you just return from Suna?”
“Yeah… Nee-Chan’s out on a mission so I figured I’d come see you- dattebayo!”
“You were looking for someone to bum a free ramen meal off of, weren’t you?”
“Ehehehehe… Miaka-Neechan knows me too well.”
“Why don’t you just sucker Hatake-Sempai into it like you usually do post mission?”
“Well, I would… but it’s kinda hard for Kaka-Sensei to treat me to ramen when he’s in the hospital.”
“ . . . NANI?!”
*****************************************************************
Yes, I am going to be evil and leave it off there. Anywho! Much thanks to everyone who’s been keeping up with Firebird thus far. Especially those who have reviewed, I really appreciate you taking the time to drop me a line.
Okay, a quick blurb on my explanation of Tai Chi. Tai Chi usually focuses on centering one’s Chi while going through the different stances. However, this being the Naruto-verse I replaced Chi with Chakara. The ideas of both are extremely similar, with just a few minute differences. I’ve been studying Tai Chi on my own for about a year now, and I highly recommend it!
Anou – Um...
Sumi Masen – Politest form of “Excuse me”
Demo – But
Onegai Ishimasu – Politest form of “Please”
Aoi hi wa dansu no jutsu – Dance of the Blue Flame Technique
Baka – Idiot, Stupid
Nee-Chan (NeeChan) – Familiar version of Onee-San, meaning Big Sister
Itai – Ouch
Kohei – Junior, a term of respect for someone younger or a subordinate
Sempai – Senior, a term of respect for an elder or superior
Sensei – Teacher
Nani - What