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Zaylee

Zaylee


C-rank
Chuunin. Most were happy for the title, for the opportunity to rank up. It was what almost every Genin wanted on whatever path they walked. They wanted the fame they thought would come of it, they wanted to be better than some of their peers, and they wanted recognition for their “hard” work. While Zaylee was appreciative of the rank up, she knew better than to boast about it. Being a Chuunin now meant more responsibility on her shoulders, and more importantly less chances to screw things up. She was no longer a wet behind the ears Genin, no longer a child free to make mistakes and have someone fix them and teach her better. Now she was someone who would be put in charge of missions, who would have to lead squads and bare the burden of what would happen should something go wrong. She was but thirteen years old and she now carried a heavy weight upon her shoulders and back each and every day.

She knew the whispers around the village spoke of her only gaining her rank because of her father being the Raikage, and if she was the child of anyone else she likely would have believed those rumors. Yet, she wasn’t. She knew her father didn’t hand out ranks and rewards on a whim, he only gave it to those he thought deserving, those who had proved themselves through time and dedication. Zaylee had done just that. From the moment that her father had chastised her for her performance during that fateful squad meeting that happened to be her first, she had begun to push herself harder. She spent time studying, training, and truly dedicating herself. While she hadn’t been exactly lazy before, there had been a newfound motivation for her. She went on missions that no Genin should have walked away from and returned without a scratch on her. She proved herself time and time again that she was learning, adapting, and most importantly that she knew how to survive. Her training was downright brutal, more so at the hands of her own family members who made sure to take the time to teach her. There were moments during those training sessions where she thought she would die, only to find herself suddenly yanked from Death’s grasp and healed just enough to withstand another few hours more before whomever it was was training her called it quits for the night.

Those who knew Zaylee, and had saw first hand what she was capable of, did not question her rank up, but there were those - mostly the fresh from the Academy Genin who were older than her - who seemed to have a problem with it. At first it really hadn’t been an issue, but then her father had sent her on a mission in which she would be in charge of a group of three Genin - all of whom were older than her - while they led a merchant safely from Kumogakure to his minor village. The task had originally been meant for nothing more than group of Genin, and yet with the recent bandit raids that had sprung up it was better to be safe than sorry. The whole situation had started off rocky enough when Yin, one of the Genin, the oldest of the bunch, had immediately questioned her authority because of her young age. A good part of the start of the trip had been filled with wise-cracks and comments about how a baby was supposed to lead and protect them, and then things had gone south from there. As her father had assumed there were indeed bandits lying in wait for some poor merchant to pass by so that they could rob them - or worse. Yin had immediately disregarded the orders she had given, and the end result had almost cost him his life when he ended up surrounded by three of the five bandits. Zaylee’s quick thinking and skill saved his life, while the other two Genin had needed no saving due to following her orders and keeping tight to the merchant who was nothing more than a civilian. Yin had been embarrassed by his mistake and more-so because a supposed child had been the one to have to save him, but it hadn’t stopped Zaylee from giving him a verbal lesson in not judging a book by its cover. Young or old, male or female, civilian or shinobi, anyone who crossed your path could be dangerous regardless of their appearance and she made sure to tell him so as well as to offer up a warning that if he didn’t change his attitude and quickly he would one day find himself in a similar situation as the one he did today only there would be no one around to save him: and on top of that if he was with teammates he could very well be the reason they all die. She hadn’t been brash about it, nor had she allowed her anger to rule her words - in fact, she had kept a level head the entire ordeal - but she had spoken with wisdom beyond her years and a hope that they would take the words to heart, especially Yin.

In the end though the merchant was delivered safely to his village along with his merchandise, and the group had made their way back home well within the time limit of the mission. Yin had gone off to sulk, not even caring about his payment, his pride too ruined for him to care about the ryo awaiting him. Zaylee, meanwhile, had checked in long enough so that her father wouldn’t assume something was wrong, before heading home to grab dinner for herself and him: a habit she had got into the moment her father had stepped into office.

Zaylee had always been a daddy’s girl her entire life, and with her father so busy she worried a lot of the time that he wasn’t taking the breaks he needed to properly take care of himself - including making sure that he had something to eat. So each evening Zaylee had taken it upon herself to pack up dinner for the two of them and bring it to his office so that they could eat together, and tonight was no differently. Knowing her father would likely be expecting her the now blue haired girl slipped into his office, citrine colored hues scanning the room before she made her way over to him with two bento boxes strapped together and a thermos filled with cold, freshly squeezed orange juice. Riku, as per usual, was perched on her shoulder quite contently, flying off to the rafters to perch after Zaylee put the food and thermos down and went to sit in her usual chair. “Mom made beef and broccoli over rice for dinner. Grandma didn’t look pleased, I think she had wanted to cook tonight.”


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Daremo




S-rank

The Life of a Chuunin [Daremo, or Invite] SX3pd3Z


Rumors had been circulating amongst some of the civilian, and other low ranking shinobi that Daremo, who was acting as the temporary Raikage, were showing favoritism to his family members, and others that were close to him. The baseless accusations having started when Zaylee, his precious daughter, was announced as one of the few new Chuunin. There was outrage from parents, who child was passed up on the promotion despite them being older than Zaylee, and older genins who believed the kid did not deserve the ranking. Whispers were abundant that Daremo only promoted Zaylee due to his relationship with her; he being her father.

The truth of the matter was something entirely different though, he did not choose Zaylee to her being his daughter. Just like the others who were promoted, Zaylee gained the rank of Chuunin due to her combat prowess and budding skills as a leader. Him, Marici, and his mother made sure to drill into Zaylee, and Mamoru, everything they knew about the shinobi lifestyle. They taught them what was needed to survive in the world. Nothing was sugar coated nor any topic was glossed over. The cold, hard truth of the world was laid out bare to them. They were tested constantly with punishment being spars with either adult, lasting until they were on death’s door.

Some might see his family teaching to be harsh, but, frankly, Daremo could not find it in himself to give a damn on what they think. The only thing any of the adults cared about was making sure both children had the necessary means to survive in the unforgiven world that was the Elemental Nations. And sure enough, he had seen how Zaylee used the teachings to her advantage. Unlike her two teammates, who left the squad for unknown reasons, Zaylee flourished under the harsh training and guidances of her father. The fruits of the labor showed as she went on various missions, and came back alive from them.

While he had very well mentioned that to the concerning families, some of them still doubted the child’s ability. To prove a point of her skills, Daremo gave her a mission where she and a genin squad would protect a merchant who was returning to their village. He knew at least one of the genins would cause trouble for Zaylee. He foreseen that much the movement they received the mission. Instead of being worried, he had faith in his daughter to succeed in the mission. She had been dragged onto worse missions before, and even given command over them, thus he knew she was prepared for this.

Sure enough, his daughter and the genin squad came back in one piece. As the report was given on what happened during the mission, his gaze fell on Yin, who disobeyed orders. For the child’s insubordination, Daremo placed him on probation, and force him to take remedy classes to refresh his memories on why taken orders was important. Furthermore, his parents would be notified on what happened. He would not be receiving pay for his serves either, considering he took it upon himself to act without expressive permission from the squad leader. Once the genin was dismissed, Zaylee, and the others, were congratulated for their work, and paid respectively, before being dismissed as well.

With the task taking care of, Daremo went back to reading and overlooking documents that needed his attention. Several parchments were for his eyes only, thus, the work could not be handed over to someone else to look at. Citrine eyes meticulously went over the documents, and edits and fixes were made accordingly. One of the biggest things needing to be done was re-establish and repurpose the council, considering the former Raikage removed the group from power. As of now, he did not know who was going to be on the council, but, that was for another time as the office door opened.

A smile came across his face at the sight of his blue haired daughter. He did not need to glance at the time to know it was evening. For the two bento boxes strapped together and thermos, was enough to tell him that it was their dinner. With his job as the Raikage, he could not always be home for dinner at a reasonable time. There being times were he had completely skipped dinner in favor of working in the office. Of course, this all changed when his daughter started bringing him food, and eating alongside side him. Making room on the desk for she to sit the food, he glanced up into the rafters, and snorted at Hiretsu who had moved beside Riku, and started playfully pestering the other bird.

The growling of his stomach returned him back to the bento boxes that were smelling delicious. Taking and opening one of the boxes, Daremo chuckled softly, “Oh? I don’t understand why neither of them can cook with one another.”, he spoke. While Marici and Mayuko got along perfectly, all of that changed when it came to cooking. Both of the women clashed with one another when it came to cooking. Taking a bite of food, Daremo savored it, “So, now that you have led a genin squad. What is your opinion of the members? Be honest with me. Who do you think will make it passed chuunin?”, he asked.
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Zaylee

Zaylee


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A smile immediately graced Zaylee’s face at her father’s words about her grandmother and mother. It was quite interesting to watch the pair: any other time they were like the best of friends, and got along well, but when it came to working together in the kitchen it was a disaster. Lately they had taken to simply taking turns every other night: one cooking while the other was off doing something else. Yet, Mayuko had wanted to make one of her more special dishes, and Marici had been utterly unwilling to trade days with her because she had been craving beef and broccoli all day. In the end Marici had won, but Zaylee was sure the fight wasn’t over yet. ”It kind of reminds me of what happens when two alpha wolves get too close to one another: they can’t help but to fight for dominance. Both love cooking, and think they should be in charge. They started just taking turns a few days ago when Mamoru and I mentioned that they were fighting like children in front of children, but grandma really wanted to make one of her special dishes tonight, while mom was craving beef and broccoli and unwilling to trade cooking days.” Shaking her head, an amused expression would come upon her face as she situated herself more comfortable in the nearby chair as she opened the bento boxes, complete with cups and utensils for them to eat and drink with. ”Grandma made it clear the war wasn’t over yet just because mom won the battle, so it makes me wonder what grandma is going to get up to. You might have to act as the voice of reason, I’m tapping out with them.”

As the delicious smell of the food reached her nose, and the sound of her father’s stomach growling rivaled even her own empty gut at the moment, she busied herself with opening up the thermos and pouring them both a tall glass of the cold and freshly squeezed orange juice her mother had made specifically for the two. Before she could bring her cup to her lips however to sip at the deliciousness it contained she found herself having to pause as her father’s question caught her off guard. ”I think Yin’s out of the running, honestly. Unless he makes some serious changes with his thinking and his attitude he’s likely going to get himself killed early on with the way he goes about things. I don’t just mean him disobeying my orders either: he's got this haughty attitude about himself that he can beat anyone, and thinks everyone is beneath him. He was giving me the hardest time of all, but his teammates got some of his backlash too.” Her words were brutally honest, but then again Zaylee had grown up in a house that did not sugar coat things. What she spoke was nothing more than her honest opinion from seeing Yin in action, an observation that she felt was true. Yin would indeed meet an early death if he didn’t straighten himself out beforehand.

Taking a sip of her orange juice she thought over the other two while she placed the glass down on an empty spot on her father’s desk and picked up her chopsticks, delicately picking up a bit of broccoli, rice, and beef. ”As far as the other two go… Well I think Keishi shows the most promise. He was scared, there was no doubt about that, but he didn’t allow that fear to stop him from what he was supposed to be doing. It made him cautious and weary but he was still willing to do what needed to be done, and he didn’t seem to be taking the task for granted. He also wasn’t relying entirely on me to save everyone’s butt, either. He knew there was danger for all of us, and was willing to do what he could to protect the merchant and complete his mission.” Pausing in her speaking, Zaylee popped the bit of food into her mouth, chewing as she contemplated the remaining Genin she had led.

”As far as Kin goes, I think he needs some more time as a Genin. He wasn’t entirely useless, but he definitely let his fear rule him. He wasn’t quick enough to react, and didn’t know how to fight through the fear very well. If I’m being honest, I half expected him to run away and abandon us, but I think the fear of what would happen if he returned to the village without us was greater than his fear of the bandits so he stayed put, but only just.” Once more her words were honest: she wasn’t playing favorites, she was simply calling it as it was. Keishi had proven to be useful during the mission, and while he had been afraid he had not allowed that fear to stop him nor rule over him. He had done exactly what he was supposed to do, and had been the most useful out of them all. Kin was also a likely candidate, though perhaps more so in the future than anytime soon. He had to learn how to fight through the fear instead of allowing it to hinder him as it had done. Yin though… well, Zaylee personally felt like he was a lost cause: she wasn’t sure more classes would change his opinion on anything.

Taking another few bites of food Zaylee found herself looking thoughtful about Keishi and Kin. ”I will say this though, it seemed like the talking to that I gave the three of them after the merchant was home seemed to be taken well by Keishi and Kin. They understood well enough when I explained about judging a book by its cover. Yin though...not sure how he felt about it. I think it bruised his ego to know that someone younger than him could be in charge.” There was no malice in Zaylee’s words, just simple facts. She hadn’t allowed Yin’s subordination, nor his attitude towards her to affect her, she had simply brushed it off as a simple thing she would have to deal with from time to time due to her age. She had been taught early not to let things get under her skin, and she did very well with that in most regards: it was only when people threatened her family or disrespected them that her temper showed, and even then she was doing well on reigning that temper in and keeping it in check. Of course that didn’t stop her from being angry about it, but she no longer allowed her anger to rule her: she controlled it now, not the other way around.


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