Makoto entered the library as he just walked around silently and began searching for books. After a while had passed he found the hidden book of mist hidden in the misty corner of the hidden mist hidden in the misty hidden mist maze section of the hidden mist corner. It was hard to wrap his brain around finding it, but he needed this book in order to complete the technique. The hidden mist technique was incomplete and for this reason he wished to complete it in the future.

Makoto started reading the book and the first thing he had read about was the original hidden mist ninjutsu. The first seal for the original technique was the ox hand seal, as he practiced doing this hand seal before reading a bit more. The second hand seal was the snake hand seal as he was used to this seal more then he had planned to be. Then the final hand seal was the sheepy ram seal as he finally learned that combination he would work on practicing it later as well as having some new ideas on applying the hidden mist technique.

Makoto began imagining many things he could do inside the hidden mist and it was at this time that he figured out how he would get things done as he was being careful. He read up on it carefully as he made double sure the primary element for the technique was water making it a water release jutsu with a supplementary stealth effect, however there was potential for it to be used for more then just this. Makoto began to wonder if he could convert the hidden mist jutsu into the hidden steam jutsu as he was still having more and more ideas as he practiced the technique at home recently and considered practicing it again as he was mastering the jutsu more and more each time.

Words = 317

The time to start with practicing had soon come as he took in a breathe deeper then those before. He felt it deep down inside as he concentrated with all of his strength, hidden deep within him was the chakra he needed and write now he needed the water to produce that which he required as he began slowly molding his chakra. The focus on the water in the air as it gathered slowly, the chakra within him was as blue as water as it flowed and managed to converge with the water in the air as he began to form a mist. It was far more difficult to perform this task without hand seals as he began to notice how much chakra he was wasting in the process, he did not really care and it did not even matter as long as he got the results that he was looking for.

The time had come for Makoto to take up his rightful place in the circle of jutsu. On the day Makoto was born his parents looked so happy and excited as if they made a new discovery. In the days that passed they took care of him and looked after him like a normal family, however they soon learned all there was to raising a child and became bored by the prospect. They did not know that one day they would be leaving a once cheerful child broken as his mist began to fragment he soon understood what it was that he would have to do.

Makoto shook off those strange feelings he was having as the mist began to shift ever so slowly as it began to twist and turn. He was not sure what this feeling of losing control was, but he understood his feelings could both hinder and improve jutsu at that point as he began to imagine a whirling wind as the waters began rotating as the mist was not longer just a mist as he looked before him and became amazed at what he created, however in that moment he felt a pain he did not understand.

"aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", it was what he had created that made him understand that he was not prepared. He had to train harder as he fell to the ground the mist shrouding his body as it spread out as he felt his chakra leave his body. He wanted more, he wanted to know this feeling and he felt like he was in ecstasy as he lost his consciousness.

Words = 317 + 420 = 737

Later that day Makoto had woken up in the infirmary of the university, he just lay there in the bed not sure what had happened earlier. His body hurt all over as he had various cuts and bruises all over his body. He felt like he was exhausted as he just stared at the ceiling wondering how he ended up there as he blinked a few times his mind feeling lost.

Makoto felt lost inside, he could not feel it anywhere. He had lost something so important to him, something he may never find again as he reached out his hand within his mind, his body refused to obey him. Then he began to grit his teeth feeling an emotion unlike what he had felt earlier, as he tried to lash out with his silent voice no one could here trapped within his heart. The pain he felt as he did not seem to understand what was going on anymore, he kept struggling with what was going on as he struggled as best he could. All he could do right now was not give up as he tried his best to move his body refused to obey, his heart refused to listen and he did not understand until he saw a face before him. What was it that Makoto saw before him, what was this image that could not be explained for the life of him. Who was this that was trying to show him the way as the cloth flowed like a river through the air he began to close his eyes and let it all go as he lay there all alone.

His body could not move, his chakra would not respond to his call. Right now all Makoto could feel was an emptiness as he understood for the first time, the loneliness of a life without jutsu. As he spoke inside of his mind and said.

"There is no one, when your jutsu betrays you, then you are all alone"

Words = 737 + 333 = 1070

Makoto was just laying there looking to the ceiling as he took soft controlled breathes and decided to simply relax and let the air flow over his head. He felt his hair as it shifted to the sides as he moved his head slightly, his arms and legs were paining in a way he could not understand. After a while he fell asleep and woke up again as if he was somewhere else. There was a dripping sound that dripped with a ripple and a dripple as it spread out along the surface of a never ending expanse of water as he began to move his body as he felt like he was floating his soft feet reaching the ground as he touched his first toe and then the rest of his toes and the front of his foot. Carefully as the water rippled upon his intrusion as his other foot gracefully landed upon the water as well as his feet then stood flat on the water.

He felt a large expanse as if the water was all around him as he bowed his head down slightly seeing his reflection as the water began to rise up slowly as if swallowing him into its depths. The first layer passing his toes, to his ankle as he felt the tingling sensation as it rose even higher. He felt cold, yet he felt warm at the same time as it rose up to his shins and later passed his calves it finally reaches his small knees. He looked around him as it rose higher his finger tips touching the water as the chills rose up his spine, the water passing up his thighs towards his hips as he noticed a white reflection in the water and looked up to the sky seeing the bright white moon looking down at him as the water continued to rise, taking in his waist and his elbows as it passed his tummy. His abs felt tingly from the cold waters touch as he began to feel as if he was somewhere else entirely. As the water kept rising he had no more worries and no more feelings left as he just felt awe and wonder as his mind would wander this vast space. The water passed his solar plexus as he felt it pass by his tingling sensation made him want to giggle, but he did not as it finally passed his shoulders to his neck he opened his mouth to cry out.

In the end the water swallowed him whole as if he had been eaten alive, he was not dead, he was not sure if he was alive as he began to wonder if any of this was real to begin with.

Words = 1070 + 458 = 1528

After some time passed he finally woke up and he noticed a small tray in front of him as a nurse greeted him and said. "Here is your breakfast, remember to rest and stay in bed for a few days"

Makoto finally snapped on the inside as he began to eat the jelly and custard while glaring at the nurse who had a worried look on her face. She told him to rest and stay in bed for a few days, he could not just stay in bed he had jutsu to create, practice, train and master. There was no time to be sitting here as he finally finished his jelly and custard he knocked it off the bed and got up as the nurse realized she may have to take action as he just fell to the ground his legs still feeling a bit numb as she reached to help him. He slapped her arm away and lashed out, "Leave me alone" as he got up a bit dazed as she just stayed nearby to prevent him from falling as he headed towards the window she realized what situation she was in as he reached his hands at the window sill to jump out she captured him by putting her arms beneath his in a form of full nelson as she was fortunate that Makoto did not have the strength to over power her.

"Let go of me, I need to train" as the struggle went on she kept him under control as best she could as she cried out. "Someone, come help now!" as no one was listening as they all went on lunch break. This was really not a good time to be a nurse as she struggled while the boy flailed around trying to break free from her grasp. He then launched a kick to her shin that made her lose her grip, he leaped to exit the window as she grabbed his shirt that he was wearing as he felt the pull and fell back on the ground hitting his head as he just glared at her while laying like that. He was a bit too tired to bother anymore for a while as he was catching his breathe the nurse realized that she had to remain focused and earn her paycheck to keep this patient out of trouble.

She was formulating a plan to keep the boy out of trouble as she started contemplating what to do, meanwhile Makoto was just thinking of how he had no time to waste here while the world was leaving him behind.


Words = 1528 + 434 = 1962

Makoto just lay there on the ground as he could not escape this dark feeling he felt deep down inside, he did not understand why it always had to be this way. Was it his destiny to forever be left behind, to be this loser who had no talent to begin with. He was weaker then everyone else in his academy class as they all left him behind as they laughed at him and mocked him.

When Makoto first arrived at the academy everyone seemed playful and a few seemed to be loners by nature. As time passed everyone warmed up to each other as he felt left out, he was not brooding enough to be alone and he was not confident enough to reach out to any of them. Things went on this way until at some point he realized he was all alone, there were children from notable clans who felt he was trash for not knowing or having a clan to call his own. As things went on they soon found he was not only the weakest when it came to strength, he was the slowest when it came to speed as well. He could barely keep up with most of the lessons and it was not that he was that bad, but the academy group he had gone with were simply all geniuses compared to him as they seemed to be leaping ahead. Those of good clans showed off while others able to keep up pushed themselves harder, but it was then after two years that the gap that seemed visible had turned into an unreachable target as they seemed to be like the sun and the moon, so far away from his reach.

Times went on and even though he was cute, that alone was not enough when you had lots of kids who could boast that as well, and as they grew he was all alone. He was not even able to get with the loners who would shoo him away and discard him whenever he tried to approach them. That day came when it was time for a friendly spar among all the academy students as he faced off against the most talented person in the academy at the time.

It all began with the flying of Makoto's fist as it was simply caught in the hand of his opponent. The boy simply grinned as this began to cause him to become a bit enraged as he launched a kick only to be blocked and caught as he could not move, but had his leg pulled up as he fell hitting his back to the ground as the boy took on a different stance as he waited for Makoto who struggled to get back to his feet as he felt hurt. It was not something as great as an intense pride, but he had this urge to punch this boy in the face really really hard. He through a punch and was evaded, he followed with a left and was evaded again and after throwing a few lefts and rights that were swung wildly with little technique to speak of the boy was showing off as the other kids started laughing.

They knew there was a gap, but they had not known just how big the gap was until that day, as Makoto kept on swinging and flailing helplessly before jumping at him completely as the boy evaded and grabbed his leg to keep him from flying out of the circle of combat. He was just making fun of Makoto and the other kids at the academy laughed and it was at that time the instructor had no idea what to do. The instructor gave a discerning look to the elite who sighed as he then turned to face Makoto as he looked to the man, that look of disappointment had hurt Makoto whose tears at the time would not flow as he was too shocked that even his sensei had abandoned him.

He got mad and swung his foot with all his might as the elite had gotten careless and took a hit to his solar plexus, everyone was quiet for a moment as the elite bent over slightly as the others were a bit shocked. The elite then grabbed Makoto's ankle and then swept the floor with his free leg to kick behind Makoto's pivoting leg making him fall on his back as placed his foot on Makoto's neck and then sighed once more.

"Maybe some other time, Makoto" as everyone laughed there was one thing that stood out to him, this elite who was above all of them did not flaunt it and gave him the respect of using his name instead of calling him a loser or a weak little brat. Though this was only a minor thing it would not change that everyone turned their backs on him, no one looked his way but the one who stood before all of them in this class felt like that. Though this elite would soon leave the academy at a young age having left an impression on Makoto, but for the most part those emotions became drowned by the future that was to come. Struggling through life as he finally found himself the last member of his group still in the academy as they made a joke about him being the eternal academy student.

Makoto gritted his teeth as his eyes looked watery as the nurse got hold of a towel and tossed it over Makoto's face as he was a bit confused as she said. "Cry if you want to, I can not let you go out and hurt yourself, part of training is to know when to rest, so just get in bed and behave." as she moved to close the window he just lay their and let the tears flow hidden beneath the towel as he moved after a while and got back into the bed and slammed his forehead face first into the pillow and began to cry his eyes out as the tears soaked the pillow as the towel now rested on top of his head as the nurse closed the door and left saying not to disturb the poor boy who was suffering some internal strife of sorts.

Words = 1962 + 1059 = 3021

A few days had passed since the fall as Makoto was laying in the hospital bed staring up at the ceiling, he does not know what he had damaged or how he ended up like this. All he knew was that he could not lay dormant for all eternity as he looked outside. He lost track of time laying in this hospital bed as he began to ask himself what he was even doing anymore, the ripples in the dream and the ripples of doubt that were now plaguing his mind. After laying in bed having complained about training and all that an opportunity appeared in the form of an invitation to tag along with a upper level shinobi on a B-rank mission. As a genin this venture would be rather risky and at best things could get really dangerous if they did not stick close to said shinobi. He began to wonder if it was worth the effort, but feeling a bit better he decided he might as well get out of bed and do something instead of laying there feeling sorry for himself. However the mission would only take place tomorrow as he began by first getting out of bed as he got his stuff and then walked out as the nurse got nervous as he looked to her.

"I healed enough, I am going on a mission and you can't stop me" as he made this declaration she simply gave way as he walked passed the nurse having a smile on her face. She did not have the heart to tell him that he had already recovered a day or two ago and that they just needed him to rest a bit more. For now he was at full power and ready to take on the world again as he started heading home to prepare for the mission that was ahead of him.

Words = 3021 + 318 = 3339

Makoto got home and got undressed, put on a soft pair of pajama shorts and just lay topless on the floor as he wished he had a fan. He looked at the ceiling before closing his eyes as he began to imagine all the beautiful jutsu he would make and the difficult mission he would undertake the next day or was it perhaps an easy mission.

As the time goes on Makoto began having a dream that he had entered the library and in the library he saw a big dark room with the soft words calling to him in a vibration.

"Makoto"

As he moved closer towards the voice that spoke to him and he got all crazy over it and then it called him again as he kept walking towards the dark voice in the darkest of dark rooms as he began to wonder what he would do as he kept making his way towards the heart of the darkness. The darkness gathered around him as he felt something pulling on his body as he moved closer and close and then there was only darkness as a door closed behind him and he felt himself falling into the dark world.

Words = 3339 + 202 = 3541