Quietly, Hayato took his seat at a booth far off to the corner of the room, away from the other patrons. With every second that passed and every glance around the area he took as he made his way to his table it became more and more evident that this was not a place that he particularly wanted to be. It was a bar, not one that was particularly run down or low class, the outdoor seating is what made him choose to stop here to begin with. He generally disliked the crowd that bars attracted, especially in this village, but with the village in shambles yet again following the Seven Bells incident there was a distinct lack of café’s for him to find solace in. It made sense. Mom and pop shops and private cafes were unlikely to be high on the priority list of rebuilding after the conflict, especially not in the Village Hidden in the Mist.

He flashed a grateful smile to the young woman who brought him his tea and sent her on her way when his order had come. How bizarre of an order plain tea, with nothing else must have seemed like for a place like this. At the very least it was surely different than what they got from their usual crowd. Hell, it was barely even noon and there were already groups of men drinking, speaking obnoxiously loudly, and behaving belligerently in public. Even from his seat in the furthest possible point from the other customers he could still hear clearly their entire, alcohol-induced conversation. Hayato rolled his eyes as the men took their time, screaming at the top of their lungs, and boasting about their accomplishments in battle, many of which centered around the Seven Bells conflict. “Fools,” he mused to himself as he took a sip from his glass, “As if simply surviving is something to take pride in.”

This was honestly one of the worst things about being born into the Village Hidden in the Mist.  The warmongering and battle-craving culture that infected the ignorant souls of the village was little more than savagery. War was not something to glorify. Battle was not something to be openly sought out. The brutish behavior that this village and its leadership perpetrated were the very reason for all of the grief and misfortune that had befallen its people. Even the Seven Bells ordeal; what would these men say if they actually stopped to think about the situation? Were they simply okay with the fact that their kage invited war to their doorstep? To make matters worse, these fools took pride in the “Blood Mist Village” moniker. Hayato still remembered the cheers from the crowd when the newly elected kage announced her first action as kage was to demolish the old prison with all of the prisoners still trapped within. “Justice?” he scoffed in his own mind, a feeling of disgust washing over him as he snarled into his tea, “That was nothing more than slaughter.”

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506~

Kusono sat at one of the sake dive bars that operated around the market district of Kirigakure. Though Kusono was not of legal age, his looks and his connection with a few of the bouncers make the place easily accessible to the young Kaguya. The atmosphere of the place left something to be desired. The thick smoke from the occupants cigarettes hovered in the air and around his nostrils, taking in the unmistakable scent of tobacco with each breath of air. The bar was of medium size, a squared room mainly colored a light red with bright lights. Tables and chairs littered the space, housing the various patrons. Some drunken washout ninja. Others promising groups out for a good time. Booths where set up by the western wall for those that wanted to sit down and have a bite to eat. Opposite to that was the bar, Kusono's favorite place to sit at. It consisted of a black marble counter which circled around the bartender and his hoard of alcohol neatly aligned on glass shelves.

Kusono sat down on one of the bar stools opposite a collection of drunks which hollered on about one thing or another. It was a group of three younger men, maybe in their mid to early twenties. Each carried a glass of sake and big mouth. Spouting off about a battle of some sort. The only recent fighting was the Seven bells incident, which only a select few of his clan participated in. The clan head was a weak fool and barred everyone but those with his express permission to take part in the war. It was ludicrous, some of their best warriors forced to sit back while others flew into battle. Kusono was one of the ones that was barred from participating. The whole notion of it pissed him off. Kusono shool off the memory. He was here to get buzzed for a little and have a good time, not mope about a previous event.

Kuson took another quick glance at the place. He saw only a few new faces. Groups of tipsy women, the drunk group, and a random person sitting at on of the booths. He shifted his gaze back to the drunks, who where all looking rather oddly at him. One whispered to another and the third of their group. Kusono payed it no mind and ordered a small glass of sake from the plumpy bartender and proceeded to down it. The alcohol burned a bit as it slid down his throat, but it was otherwise good. He brought the cup to his lips again and sipped the remainder of the drink in his mouth, but stopped mid-mouthful. The group of drunks had circled around him, one finished off his drink before taunting the genin. "You look a bit young to be in here kid, how about you get outta here before me and my boys have to beat your ass. Oh, and the next rounds on you."The mans breath smelled of alcohol, it almost made Kusono spit out his sake, but he swallowed it instead. "Well boys, i'd love to pay for the next round but i left all my money on each of your mothers dressers after we went at it for a couple of hours." Kusono said with a grin. He said this loud enough for most of the bar to hear it, he loved being the center of attention.

The group of drunks where visibly angered, their nostrils flaring. Kusono took the initiative and throught the glass at the first drunks face, making him hild his face and take a step back. Kusono kicked the bar stool at the injured drunks stomach, making him double over at the wood struck him. The other drunk tried to go behind him, but was met with a swift kick which sent him stumbling toward the mystery man(Hayato) at the booth. The drunk would knock into the man if he kept his current course. The other picked up a bar stool and swung it at Kusono's head. Kusono blocked it with his forearms, causing it to break over them. The stool left an obvious bruise on them. He punched the drunk in the nose, most likely breaking it and sending him to the floor. That would teach them not to fuck with a Kaguya.

WC:725

Hayato entered an almost meditative trance as he sipped on his tea in the corner booth. It was his intention to block out all of the nonsense and unnecessary distractions that were taking place around him in this low class establishment. Eyes closed, Hayato would take deep controlled breaths in a cadence like rhythm , slowly allowing all five of his senses to block out his surroundings. With closed eyes he would not be forced to look upon the drunken and obnoxious patrons of this bar. The sounds of their laughter, crude jokes, and meaningless babbling would soon drown out into nothing more than white noise. Taste and smell would be flooded by the essence of his tea as the aroma flowed over his taste buds and through his olfactory. For touch he would indulge himself on the warmth of his drink and the steam rising from his glass.

For a moment at least, everything was still and he was calm, enjoying the solitude of his own little world, isolated from all of the rabble that surrounded him. Much to his chagrin however, his peaceful moment was exactly that, just a moment. It barely took any time at all for his peace to be disrupted by the belligerent and brutish behavior of the other bar patrons who he had been actively trying to tune out, knowing full well that the actions of the drunken crowd would only serve to irritate him further on a day where he was in a bad mood to begin with. The sounds he was hearing were familiar to him. How could they not be? They were the sounds of fighting. It wasn’t hard to deduce what was going on. Some drunkards were getting into a fight over some petty nonsense, a shameful enough act without it being in the middle of the day.

He peered open his eyes just in time to see a man falling towards his location, obviously having been knocked around in the fight. Having his legs still restricted by the booth he was sitting at, Hayato had little choice but to simply allow the man to crash into him, knocking his tea out of his hands and onto his clothing. In a single flourish of anger Hayato would react by grabbing hold of the man who crashed into him violently, lifting him off of himself, and throwing him out of the booth. Hayato would waste no time in getting out of his seat with the man off of him, grabbing his staff out of the booth and immediately slamming one end down into the back of the man he had just thrown off him, ensuring that he wouldn’t be getting up to continue his actions in the immediate future.

His eyes would scan the area immediately, looking past the results of the scuffle and to a white haired man bearing the red marks of the Kaguya standing at the epicenter of the mess. Logic would only dictate that this person was responsible for the fight and more importantly the man crashing into him, disturbing his piece, and making a mess of his clothing. With an piercing glare, Hayato would speak in an ice cold, emotionless tone, “Am I correct in assuming that you are the one responsible for this?”

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1055~

Kusono's kick to the drunk connected with full force, launching the drunk towards the seated man. Having no place to go to, he was forced to let the drunk fall on him. The man threw the drunk off onto the floor and silenced him with his staff that was nearby. He seemed to be a tough guy, maybe an actual ninja unlike the fools Kusono just put to sleep. The whole thing attracted a lot of attention, though drunken brawls where a common thing at this particular club, so the attention drifted off at the music was put back on and the guests returned to their business.

The Mystery man, who was now making a bee-line straight for Kusono was odd. He sported a unique hair style Kusono had not seen before. His clothes where standard attire for someone born of a noble clan, so Kusono gathered that much about him. Though what he would do to Kusono since the fight was obviously another matter. It could go both ways, the man could simply brush it off or start another fight. Both of which Kusono could go for, but not without a but more alcohol in him. The man approached him at conversation distance and asked if he was the one responsible for the fight. Kusono held up a finger towards him to silence him before turning and reaching behind the bar to an already opened Sake bottle. Taking the bottle and taking a swig of it before wiping his mouth and replying to the man. "You are indeed correct, though in all honesty they did start it. Seems like you took care of the straggler, saved me the trouble at least. Three men couldn't take me down, buncha pussies. " Kusono said. One of the drunks where getting picked up and escorted out of the bar. "Don't start something you couldn't finish." He yelled at the retreating man, laughing as he gave the man a grin. "Can i help you?" Kusono asked the man, taking another swig of the bottle before pulling up a bar stool and taking a seat.

WC: 353

Hayato nearly felt his blood begin to boil as the Kaguya in front of him raised a finger, brushing off his question and telling him to wait as he turned to the bar and took a drink. To make matters worse, his speech was brutish and vulgar, Hayato taking the way he was spoken to as a personal slight and sign of disrespect. Even as one of the defeated men was being escorted out of the bar, this Kaguya just couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie and took the opportunity to ridicule the man beyond what was already done during the bar fight. This Kaguya represented everything that was wrong with the Village Hidden in the Mist and only served to reinforce all of the negative stereotypes that had been associated with the Kaguya clan for centuries. After all of the work certain members of the clan put into restoring the Kaguya clan’s reputation and establish them as a positive force in the shinobi world, rather than a hoard of warmongering savages, people like this boy seemed to consciously be making an effort to validate prejudices and stereotypes.

“Help me?” Hayato repeated in a blunt and emotionless tone, “I very much doubt that. If all you have to do with your time is pick fights at bars against fodder that are drunk beyond helping in an attempt to validate your strength instead of putting that bloodline of yours to good use or at least seeking out a real opponent, I doubt you can even help yourself. Aren’t you too young to be in a bar anyway? I didn’t know that the shinobi academy let out this early. If you ever intend to be a real shinobi I would advise you not skip class. Those basic trainings that you go through now will pay dividends when you grow up, but I’m sure your parents and instructors have already told you that.”

Without another word Hayato would walk straight past the Kaguya and to the cashier at the bar, dropping the payment for his tea on the counter. In addition to that, he would make sure to tell the bartender that he would be paying for the “Kaguya boy’s” drink. On his way to exit the bar he would pass by the Kaguya once more, pausing right in front of him without turning to look at him and muttering the sentence, “During that little ‘fight’ you got into earlier, you ended up throwing a man into me and staining my haori. Don’t worry, I’ll forgive you for it this time. I wouldn’t expect you to be able to pay to replace it anyway. I understand that the income of an academy student is very limited and I wouldn’t want to bother your parents with something so minor.” He would then continue towards the exit of the bar, leaving straight through the door if unimpeded and beginning his walk down the street should he not be followed out of the bar or stopped along the way.

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1567~

Kusono sat on the bar stool and listened to the man ramble on, he was insolent and rude. He had the typical snob outlook. Thinking he was well above everyone, no one could come close to his supposed perfection. It made Kusono sick, who was this fuck to belittle him just because he beat up some shit talking drunks? They started the fight in the first place. If they had known how to handle their drink, and not to talk shit to any person they meet. They would not have been in their current predicament. Most villagers knew the Kaguya and feared them, whispering rumors whenever him and his fellow clansmen walked by. Kusono and his kin where easy to spot, their milky white skin, silver/white hair and forehead tattoos where like a sore thump to the typical tanned villager. After Kusono had delivered the ass kicking to the three drunks, everyone was peering at him in their peripheral vision. Women where whispering to their friends, men pointed and mean-mugging him. Here was this insolent little shit, mocking him like he was an idiot straight out of the academy. The insults didn't bother him much, he had thick skin and was a natural shit talker, but his snooty attitude bypassed his thick skin.

The last straw was when the man 'forgave' him for his stained clothing. It was hi fault that he couldn't bypass a stumbling drunk. Kusono was really starting to piss him off, taking another swig of the Sake, Kusono threw the bottle at the wall, shattering it. The alcohol slid off the wall, puddling on the wooden floor. Kusono walked up to the man, who was on his way out and confronted him in the street in front of the bar. "Listen here you little shit, your snide comments and snob attitude are really starting to piss me off. Since you think you are clearly better than everyone, how about I put you in your place?" he said, cracking his knuckles.Kusono was steaming mad, this person was the exact kind of person he despised. A ninja so up on his high horse that he believed he was better than everyone else. Kusono would put him in his place using what he was best at, brute force.

The man exuded so much self-righteousness and un founded superiority that Kusono decided to test the man. Judging by the staff he carried, it was evident that he was a weapon user. Beyond that, he would just be guessing at the shinobi's talent. Though self-righteousness is mostly bread from a privledged upbringing or superiority complex, both of which his possible opponent could have.

WC:445

The sound of glass shattering against the wall back inside the bar prompted Hayato to roll his eyes as he walked out of the exit. "Listen here you little shit, your snide comments and snob attitude are really starting to piss me off. Since you think you are clearly better than everyone, how about I put you in your place?" It didn’t take Hayato long to recognize the voice of the Kaguya boy who he had just left behind in the bar. It appeared that the child didn’t appreciate the way that Hayato had spoken to him and now sought to disprove Hayato’s accusation of him being immature by picking a fight in the middle of the street. How amusing.

He would turn to face the loud mouthed boy, getting a look at him cracking his knuckles as if he were trying to intimidate someone with a ploy he had seen in movies. Hayato paused for a moment to lock eyes with the Kaguya, taking note of the obviously perturbed look on the boy’s face. He would respond to the expression of anger not with words, but with the expression on his own face. His eyes sat low and empty, showing no emotion in response to the Kaguya’s livid look, as if to let the boy know that he was insignificant to him. “Go home, kid,” Hayato said bluntly, a cold and hollow tone in his voice as he raised his free hand and waved his hand forward through the air as if to “shoo” away the Kaguya, “There’s no crowd of people here now for you to play tough in front of to save face. You don’t have to worry about impressing an audience. If you’re looking for someone to discipline you, go home and ask your parents. Consider yourself fortunate to get away with your behavior with nothing more than a warning and just take the way out that I’m offering you.”

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1900~

With each passing second Kusono spend looking at the man he found a new reason to hate him even more. His nonchalance attitude about the situation just served to feed the fires of his anger. The alcohol that Kusono consumed along with his natural temper caused Kusono to be livid. His fists where balled, eyes narrowed, and his face was contorted with rage. The man turned to him, his face void of care and emotion and simply waved him off with a "Go home, boy". The man started to speak more. "There’s no crowd of people here now for you to play tough in front of to save face. You don’t have to worry about impressing an audience. If you’re looking for someone to discipline you, go home and ask your parents. Consider yourself fortunate to get away with your behavior with nothing more than a warning and just take the way out that I’m offering you.”

This person really thought he was something, didn't he? His ignorance was immense. Dismissing Kusono with a warning took some nerve. He must think that he was leagues away from Kusono.That he was too insignificant, too small to even muster the effort to confront. His rage had subsided. Kusono let out a chuckle, he knew what this was about now. The man was scared of him, talking tough just to make a quick exit out of confronting him. With a grin Kusono answered him. "Your warning is trash, you're just a coward. Too scared to fight me. You aren't even worthy of being called a shinobi of Kirigakure." With that he spat on the ground in front of himself. "You're weak" Kusono had always been brought up that strength was the only thing that mattered. The strong survived, and the weak died, that was how it had always been in the ninja world and how it would stay.

WC:320

Hayato raised an eyebrow at the Kaguya boy's attempted taunt, staring at him with a blank, empty expression. It was quite apparent at this point that this person was just as thick headed and brutish as the warmongering apes that stained the name of his clan in the first place. Even when presented an easy and smart way out, he insisted on defending his wounded pride and throwing away what small bit of civility might have been part of his personality to begin with. People like these were the most annoying to deal with. Once they perceive even a slight blow to their ego they discard logic and reason and instead anchor themselves into their position even if it is a position that is indefensible.

“Ah, very good,” Hayato began in a blunt and apathetic tone, “Prove your maturity by calling someone a coward and trying to bait them into a fight to protect your own damaged ego. Well done.” Hayato sighed before continuing. “If you honestly think that I’m afraid of you, than you are as deficient mentally as you are in maturity. If all you’re going to do is talk tough then save us both the wasted time and leave. Go back into the bar and get a drink, go do your homework, whatever you need to do, but do it on your own time. You’ve already disturbed my peace enough to day with your brutish behavior and unjustified bravado. Unless you intend to back up your words, don’t bother spilling them out of your childish mouth. The ball is in your court.” With that Hayato would face the boy straight on, pressing the bottom of his staff onto the ground below to hold it upright, just as his posture was. What would happen next was up to the boy. As much as it pained Hayato to raise his hand against a child, sometimes discipline was necessary.

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2224~

Kusono dismissed his words, the time for talking had long ago passed. He would no longer indulge him, his challenge was issued and accepted, he would see the errors of his ways soon enough. Kusono would slide both of his arms from his Kimono, exposing his milky white skin and toned chest. His Kimono would hang loosely behind him, held in place by his purple braided belt that he always wore. He would limber up, moving his shoulders, cracking his neck and fingers. Each movement produced audible creaks and cracks throughout his body, louder than any normal cracks would resonate. "You really don't know what you've gotten yourself into." Kusono would say, a satisfied grin on his face.

He was warmed up, his blood was flowing, and with it the adrenalin that made his entire form tingle. This is what he loved, the thrill of the fight, the battle. He would grind this insolent little shit into the dust and he would love every waking second of it. With his smile growing from a smirk to a wide grin, Kusono activated his Kekkei Genkai. The Shikotsumyaku of the dead bone pulse awakened inside him. A symphony of cracks and breaks erupted from within his form, louder and longer than the previous ones. From the skin of his left shoulder protruded a rectangular object, stretching the skin more as it surfaced from his shoulder. At a few inches, the skin burst open, birthing the new bone from his body in the shape of a guard less hilt. Kusono reached his right hand behind his head and grasped the handle. Tthe handle fitting his hand perfectly. With a tug, the entirety of the blade burst from his shoulder and rested in his palm. The dagger spanned 1.5 meters from hilt to tip, its double edged blade was porcelain white. The place from where the dagger came from closed up, as if the gruesome feat had never occurred.

Unbeknownst to his opponent, a thick layer of bone had hardened itself below the very first layer of his skin. His body would bear no protrusions or irregularities to signal the use of the technique but the embedded armour would protect the young Kaguya from anything the man had in store. His next technique would be muck more gruesome then the last two. All over his body, protrusions would grow, announced by the constant creaks and breaks of his skeletal mass as the bones where created. This all culminated in his body covered in one foot sharp spikes. An armour that would give back as much force as what it would protect against. The whole ordeal took only a few seconds, he was competently ready for their battle to commence. All he had to to was start it. Taking a few steps towards his opponent, he quickly flew into a sprint at him, covering the fifteen feet of space between them in second. He would know the true strength of a Kaguya.

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Chakra: 105/150:

(Used WC at stats training.)
WC:499

Hayato wasn’t sure to laugh or be disappointed by the Kaguya’s showy preparation, cracking his knuckles, back, or whatever it was people like him did to make themselves seem threatening before a fight breaks out. Did he really believe that the demonstration would frighten Hayato, or did he really think that it would somehow help him be a better fighter. It wouldn’t matter either way. No matter what the boy thought, no amount of bone cracking, grinning, or bravado would be able to help him should he make a wrong decision and choose this fight. The boy’s words would only make Hayato roll his eyes. This boy must have thought he was some kind of comic book character that it was okay to say clichéd lines like that and still think yourself cool.

Despite his tired lines, it did however appear as though this kid meant business. He wasted no time in showing off his kekkei genkai, drawing a weapon of bone from his shoulder. Without a moment’s hesitation, he would follow up that trick with another, causing numerous boney spines to erupt forth from his body, effectively creating a buffer between him and any opponent that wished to get close enough to fight with their fists. Unfortunately for this Kaguya though, Hayato was not a fan of taijutsu. It may have been a required practice back at the academy, but he found little use for it while in the real world. There’s almost always a more effective way to fight than simply curling your hand into a fist and swinging away. It was now time to find that way against a member of a clan that was famed for getting up in your face to fight in close.

When the Kaguya would charge towards him, seemingly prepared for an all-out brawl, Hayato would simply hold his ground, swiftly assuming a ready position with his staff. Hayato would perform a sweeping strike at the charging Kaguya’s feet, using the reach advantage he had on his opponent to fight in relative safety and aiming to use the crescent shaped attachment to his staff to hook onto one of his opponents legs and immediately pull him off of his feet. Due to the wide sweeping motion of the staff, Hayato lowering himself closer to the ground as he spun, the only direct paths to avoid the strike would be up in the air or backing off of the charge completely, which he seemed too commited to do at this point. Should his opponent leap into the air to attempt an overhead strike while avoiding the sweep, Hayato would stop his spin and thrust the blunt end of his staff straight upward, into the boy’s solar plexus, hoping to strike a soft spot before using the reach of the spear to throw his opponent safely away.

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2707~

Kusono flew towards his opponent like a lightning bolt. His body and mind where focused on only one thing, battle. The young Kaguya had not found a worthy opponent on his level in quite a while. He either kicked the crap out of weaklings who couldn't lay a hand on him, or had his ass whooped by those that where a higher rank then him. The latter of the two was both the best and worst thing about battle. Loss, or course, sucks. But it tells Kusono that he needs to train harder, get stronger, and come back for more. No amount of physical trauma, cuts, or bruises would stop him from coming back to claim victory after a defeat.

His current opponent did not look to be one that could beat him. He fought with a staff that appeared to have a crescent moon at the top of it. He was a weapon user, the staff told Kusono his opponent wanted to keep him at bay at all times. That he wouldn't handle, or did not know how to fight using taijutsu. Kusono would definitely take advantage of those facts.

Kusono's charge was met by his opponent readying his weapon. Kusono did not break his stride. Instead, when Kusono was five meters to his opponent he used his free hand to fire off five of his finger tips at his opponent. Both being shot at his center of mass for the greatest hit possibility. His opponent would have to dodge the two projectiles, trying to block of deflect them would be foolish. They where simply too small. If his opponent could not dodge his projectiles, the bones would penetrate three inches into his opponent's chest. That would be the end of their bout. If his opponent dodged the bullets, Kusono would follow up by shoulder ramming his opponent with his spikes.

WC:499+312=811

Chakra: 90/150: