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Yukina

Yukina


D-rank
...It’s like a beautiful fortress of knowledge…

The library. Her favorite place in the world. Junko loved learning and the three story high castle-like structure was the place she preferred spending the majority of her time. Each floor was dedicated to different sections of books, the building holding hundreds of thousands of volumes, books, and scrolls packed full with information for the picking. The glass of the building was stained beautifully in different various pictures that reflected the villages history and which stood out against the gray stone walls. The doors to the building were heavy and large with golden handles with which to pull them open. This same golden design was on the inside as well, the wood finishes of the walls and baseboards trimmed with the beautiful gold, giving the room a warmer and more homey feel to it. Plush chairs, and high polished tables were littered about with a roaring fireplace along the west wall though this was by no means the only source of heat in the well build building. Bookshelves lined the walls and created aisles upon aisles while an ornate winding set of stairs sat almost directly in the middle of the library, the easiest way to reach the second and third floor where the more restricted volumes and scrolls were kept.

... Ah, that is the quietness I was looking for…

There was something to be said about the way libraries made Junko feel: everything from the smell, to the general peacefulness in the air, to the quietness just sat so well with her soul. It didn’t matter her mood when entering it always became relaxed and happy - not that she was in a bad mood or anything as she walked inside and out of the high noon sun that did little to nothing against the general coldness and chill of the day. The thin and short female paused mere feet from the heavy wooden doors - doors that looked as if they had been a struggle for the female to open - to reach up and pull from her head a woolen green beanie from the top of her head that matched the scarf and peacoat she also wore. The hat was stuffed into her pocket before she pulled her long and pin straight light sandy colored brown hair out of her scarf so that it could hang loosely down her back.

With honey brown eyes she looked around until she spotted the librarian, a smile instantly breaking out across her face as she lifted her hand and waved. The elderly woman paused in what she was doing to point to a stack of new books sitting behind the circulation desk with a smile on her own face that matched Junko’s. With a bow of her head in thanks Junko made her way behind the desk - a place she often was considering she put time in working at the library and volunteering - and grabbed up the stack of books before making her way back around and towards a table further in the back - near the roaring warm fireplace - and which had a small stamping and sticker machine on it along with several pens and a neat stack of blank papers waiting to be filled out. Placing the books down carefully - handling them as if they were valuable crystal - Junko finally took a moment to unbutton her jacket and carefully remove it, revealing the light beige colored baggy turtleneck sweater she wore beneath - a sweater that did nothing in trying to hide her thin form. Her jacket was folded carefully in half and then half again before being draped over the chair next to her. Her scarf was likewise removed, folded, and then placed on top of her jacket. After a moment of dusting a few snowflakes from her tan colored leggings and knee high boots that added less than half an inch of height to her five foot even self she sat within the plush chair, rubbing her hands together and cupping them to her face to blow hot air on them to warm them up.

...Am I alone today?...

Despite the libraries quietness, and even as she pulled the pile of books towards herself, she couldn’t help but glance around to see if there was anyone else nearby. Most in Kumogakure tended to avoid where she sat because they considered it too hot, but for her thin form it was the only way of truly getting warm: she might have lived here her entire life but her lack of body fat made it hard to adjust to the temperatures, and today it was cold enough to snow.

Once her glance around was completed she opened up the new book which creaked as it was open with the crisp sound only a brand new book could make. With another smile forming on her face and the smell of new book in her nose she went about picking up one of the pens nearby and writing the libraries name on it, as well as numbering it according to the sheet nearby, pausing to likewise write the name of the book down on the sheet next to the correct number: checking in new books was always one of her favorite jobs.

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Jahangir

Jahangir


D-rank
The training grounds. If there were one place he enjoyed immensely, that tapped into the part of him which is suppressed when in normal society, and allowing it to run freely, it is this place. One of the only areas were he could release control of his body, allowing it to act in the way it desperately wanted without worry of causing damage to anything not belonging to him. Whenever he felt depressed, angry, or any other emotions, coming to the training grounds is where he usually found himself at, and today was not any different. But instead of him going by himself, another had tagged along, and they were the ones who suggested the trip.


Thus, before the crack of dawn, he was woken up by his Uncle and told to get dressing in clothing he would not mind being ruined, but not the standard training gear. No sooner afterward doing his morning ritual, did he has whisked away to an abandoned training ground, and unceremoniously dumped on his ass. Recovering quick enough to dodge an earthen spear which could have caused severe injury if connected. No breathing wound was given as his uncle assaulted him with a ray of different elemental ninjutsu. He is forced to play a defensive game as he dodges, duck, and weaved through the storm of ninjutsu while keeping an eye open for a chance to counter-attack.


The chance came, with any openings being quickly covered by a myriad of ninjutsu. His uncle orchestrating the metaphorical storm with easy, unlike anything he ever saw before. Though that was not the scary part. No, the lack of perspiration on the older man's brow was more worrying and concerning. The man did not look like he was losing steam while handling him. He, on the other hand, was covered in a thin film of sweat and was begin to pant hard.


He did not know how long the training session last, but, by the time it was over the clothing he wore were in ruins. Nothing about them being salvageable in the slightest. “Good work out.”, he nodded at his uncle’s words. Though he did not manage to land a hit on the older gentlemen, there were much to gain from the man. His style is completely different than his brother’s in both attacks and in the execution of them.


Grabbing his bottle of water on the ground, he drunk his fill of the cold liquid, it is a welcome sensation. Despite the cold temperatures outside, he still took off the shirt, it is completely ruined anyhow and poured the fresh liquid onto his body. The action being noted by his Uncle who was also bare-chested, “You are going to catch a cold.”. He did not say anything, only shrugging at the words to spoke to him. There was no way he would catch a cold after doing something so random. The chakra which was wafting from his body made sure of that.


Following the man home, dark chocolate eyes acknowledge the people who their own passed by, many which he had to look down at, at least to the few people who were out and about at the given time. Because of the two men larger stature, and them being bare-chested with snowflakes melting upon teaching them, some people moved out of their way, allowing them to not be impeded onto their trek towards him. As the pair made their way home, the two made small talk on different subjects, leaving some of the heavy ones for when they were confined to their home.


Walking through the doorway, a mini-rocket slammed into Jahangir’s waist, wrapping around it and clutching tightly. He chuckles, and the small smile on his face grew as he heard the adorable squeals of his niece who just been picked up and placed on his shoulders. He did not mind how she was treating the braids of his hair as horse reins, holding them tightly and pulling on them, as he kissed the cheek of his Auntie. “You stink.”, leave it to his aunt to be blunt, her words being repeated by his niece, who he could just image crinkling her nose. He scoffed at the accusations thrown his direction before lifting the child off his shoulders and handing her over to her mother. “Going to shower.”, he said, walking up the stairs where his bedroom and bathroom was located.


Knowing no one else would be on the top floor, Jahangir exited the bathroom wrapped only in a towel. A shiver overcoming him from the cool sensation of the air hitting his damp skin. Walking into his room, he closed the door behind him and moved to get dressed. Now dress, he glanced at the clock that read 9:23 am which meant him and his uncle had been training for over five hours. It would explain the soreness and why his muscle aches. Turning his attention away from the clock, he moved over to the small workstation in the far corner of the room.


Stacks of neatly piled papers along with an inkwell and quill pen were placed in the right corner of the oak finished desk. Those were the only thing orderly on the desk. Everything else scattered across desktop in a chaotic fashion. Various papers with different squiggly lines and other unidentifiable marks laid this way and that. A few of the papers had words of them such as ‘formula’, ‘inverted’, ‘theory’, ‘maybe’. It might not make sense for anyone else, but to him, it did. Clearing out a small space, to place his inkwell in, Jahangir sat down and began working, losing himself to time itself.


A knock at his door, snapped him out of his work as his Auntie announced her presence and entered the room with a tray of food and drink in hand. She chastised him for forgetting to eat lunch, his eyes glancing at the clock and noticed it was nearly noon, and getting to caught up in his work. He listened to her words, nodding in understanding, and apologizing for it, something she waved off as she exited the room, allowing him to eat in silence.


Once done eating, Jahangir grabbed a black jacket with a beige trim and pepper colored fur around the collar. Slipping the jacket on, he grabbed his shinobi license hanging on a bedpost, along with grabbing the tray, and walked out of his room and down the stairs. “Going to the library for a bit.”, he announced, after having set his plate in the kitchen sink, and received a nod from the two adults. Opening the door, he stepped outside once more.


Even though it was later than it was the last time he had been outside, the temperature had not increased by much. He could still see his frosty breath whenever he exhaled. Lifting the hood up over his braid hair, then stuff his hands into the warm pockets of the jacket and began walking towards the library. Along the way, the sparsely empty streets of the morning had disappeared and were packed with people going about their day. The coldness doing nothing in stopping them from completing their activities. And, just like before, he greeted those who he passed with a nod or a simple ‘hello’.


Stopping a front of the library, he took a moment to appreciate the sight. No matter how many times he had come to the place, the three-story structure never ceased to amaze him. And, he wondered, would his own parents had the same look of wonderment as he did the first time he came to this place, and still do even now? For never did he see something so magnificent when wandering the desert or raiding small villages for supplies. Pulling the hood down, Jahangir reached towards golden handles and pulled.


Stepping into the library, he was treated to the feeling of warmth, and without pause, he removed his jacket, folding it over his left arm. He lightly dusted off snowflakes from the long sleeve dark grey shirt, and loose fitting dark blue jeans, that covered the top half of black boots, he wore. Taking a glance around, Jahangir spotted who he needed to talk to. Making his way over to the elderly librarian, he patiently waited till she got done with what she was doing and took note of him. He smiled, mirroring the elder lady’s as he asks for permission to enter the shinobi area. When asked about his license, he showed her the shinobi license, confirming indeed he was a shinobi. Though she already knew this, it was simple protocol. With that out of the way, he waited for the librarian to find someone to escort him to his destination.

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