1 Two Silver Coins [Private, Joruri, No Kill] Fri Aug 14, 2015 10:00 am
Uchiha Tenzō
S-rank
With a really tight schedule formed, the days seemed to get shorter as each one passed by and the time which the Uchiha wished to allocate towards himself was being placed on a leash which slowly constricted the options which were available. Nonetheless, with the first stage of the Chūnin Selection Exams almost now being over, the silver-haired man had to make up time and visit those students of his in order to discuss the outcome of their own fight. The man had no intentions of critiquing them for their results, but more to give a slight boost of confidence and check upon their health; perhaps, the critique will follow up at some point, but this not really the time for it. Discovering their weakness to give out advice for them or to help out cover up those weak spots was one of the attributions that the man engaged himself with as a sensei. Unlike most teachers, the man did not prefer filling up their heads with too many theories; as such, simulations or missions which brought up experience and showed them how the true nature of people would work much better, at least that’s what the man thought.
At the sound of the alarm clock, the curtain which covered that pair of ebony and dull eyes had risen just so that Tenzō might gave it a quick slap to cease that irritating tone off. Busy was the night before which kept this particular man awoke, and the time that was allocated for sleep was no longer than five hours; perhaps, a vacation dedicated towards relaxation might follow up after this consuming event. Without wasting any more time in bed, the silver-haired figure slithered that sheet away from his own chiseled body before kissing the ground beneath with one foot at a time, letting those toes sink deeply inside the white and fluffy rug which was bestowed upon this bedroom. While standing at the edge of the bed, those rays of sunlight that were perturbing inside this room had assaulted those ebony eyes and forced this particular man to squint them. As such, the silver-haired man pushed himself away from the bed in order to head towards those windows and pull that grey curtain against them, making it harder for that sunlight to breach inside.
“Tsk...” the sound echoed between those two pale lips, acting as a presentation for the next words “Pesky sunlight.” that were muttered on a barely audible tone since no one was inside the room to hear those words to begin with. Once those windows were finally covered, the Uchiha began making his way towards the bathroom with a couple of heavy footsteps before stopping against the mirror to check if there were any more changes towards his own vessel. Apparently this was the pinnacle of the transformation, and the loss of the pigment color had stopped here; all of that skin was neatly pale as almost giving the impression that it was wax, whilst every strand of hair was turned into a silver color which shimmered brightly when faced against the sunlight. What followed after what a squeaky noise that emerged once that warm water was being turned on from the bathtub; everyday had to start with one, before and after the training which was being done on a daily basis.
Somewhere between ten to fifteen minutes had been allocated towards the bath, and after it was over the Uchiha emerged from the bathroom with a white towel wrapped along that thin waist. Every time the silver-haired man took a shower most of the water which was supposed to be inside the bathtub was lingering outside; with that being said, a mess was made every time. While keeping hat towel in its place, Tenzō relocated himself against his own wardrobe to pick up a couple of plain shorts before heading towards the kitchen to start working on that breakfast. A minute or two passed, but that white towel was now replaced by a pair of grey shorts in which the man could freely execute the training session which was about to follow after eating. With little to no more time wasted, the silver-haired man relocated himself against a medium-sized table from which a wooden chair was slithered across the ground, pulled back in order to be seated upon later.
With a couple of more steps, the silver-haired man walked towards the sink from which a bowl was picked up, one which was lingering alongside it and newly washed before placing it against the table upon which the breakfast was going to occur. The fridge was just inside, and the light from it illuminated against those ebony and dull eyes once the man opened it to take out some cold milk that was going to be poured inside the bowl, but not before picking up the cereals. With the mixture of both now done inside the bowl, the silver-haired man decided to sit at the table and start eating as quickly as he could, to make haste for this day was going to be crowded. The meal was rushed and the content was not really that much, since this particular jōnin wished to immediately start with the daily exercises afterwards, and doing that with a full stomach was going to be a pain.
As soon as the meal was finally over, the Uchiha picked up the bowl before shoving it inside the kitchen’s sink; there was no doubt, that the man was a bit too lazy to wash it now. Having those out of the way, the next thing which was going to occur was the training in which was going to be done inside the living room of this lodge. A small coffee table stood in the middle of this room, although it was quickly pushed aside by this tall figure who indented of training just within the center, and with that now out of the way the training shall commence, but not before a quick stretch. With both of those well-toned arms the young man began flapping them around to ease up those joints which released and cracking noise upon pressure. In an instant, that right leg of his had lunged forth whilst the other stood in the back, and with those scrawny and long fingers placed against the against the ground, the silver-haired man straightened up that back whilst applying pressure downwards.
This particular exercise forced the man to breath in whilst that right leg was being bent from the kneecap, and exhale while it was being straitened back; it was after all, one of the most simple exercises which Tenzō learned as a shinobi in that spare time of his. Nonetheless, after a few repetitions the silver-haired man had switched up the position of those legs in order to perform the exact exercise but with that left leg of his pointed forth instead of back. After five series or so, the silver-haired man arose from that awkward position before flapping around those arms and legs to ease up the tension on those muscles which started to contract from the physical exercise. Actually, a couple of quick footsteps relocated the Uchiha against the fridge in which the man opened quickly before extracting a bottle of cold water. While returning back into the main room, that cap was slightly twisted before those lips parted away slightly as the bottle was now standing against them; they were making way for the cold and refreshing liquid to perturb down inside the man’s throat.
Once that thirst was clenched, the cap was slowly twisted back before the man chose to place it upon the table that was pushed out of the way earlier; it was now time for the second type of exercise, and more specifically push-ups. Standing in all fours against the ground with that back straight as an arrow, the silver-haired man began lowering that chiseled chest of his against the floor, stopping at only two inches away from it before straightening up those arms once more. Somewhere between thirty to forty pushups were made to count as a series, and a total of five series shall be done before the man will take up another break so that the exercises might change once more. The sharp sound of those breaths reverberated as they left between those two pale lips, and with each push that screeching noise made itself noticed. Already was the man at the second stage of those five series, and small drops of sweet began colliding against the floor as they cascaded down the man’s forehead, since things were getting intense and the last two sets of pushups were going to be done with a hand behind the back.
With all of those five sets out of the way, Tenzō stood up and reached up for that white towel which was brought with him so that he may swipe away all of that sweat which began gathering upon that body of his. “I can’t believe how hot this day can be, and it’s still early.” were the mumbled words which escaped between those pale lips, whilst the man placed that white towel back against the table, next to that water bottle of his. Once more had the Uchiha placed himself in the middle of the room, standing in a statuesque posture whilst bringing both of those arms forth with the intention of keeping them there for the remaining exercise, as such, the man began crouching in a swift manner before standing back up. This particular type of exercise was known as squats and just like the others, a couple of sets were needed to be done so that it may keep up that well-toned body of his in shape, and increasing muscular size was something this particular man did not wish to happen.
After those series of squats would be finally over, two more types of exercises would follow up before the man would finally call this training over; therefore, without those out of the way, the silver-haired man would once more make his way towards the bathroom for a nice quick and warm shower. Whilst all that water kept cascading upon this wandering vessel, a couple of thoughts stormed throughout Tenzō’s mind which reminded him that this was the day in which the man would have to visit Joruri and talk about the results of the first stage, and perhaps there were other subjects that the young man wished to discuss. Unlike the visit towards Shinako, this particular one might be easier since between Tenzō and Shinako there was a relation which can be considered nothing less than complex, and the young man would most likely end up having a difficult time with her, not that it was going to be regretted. Nonetheless, this was probably not the best time to think about these problems since the man had to speed up things since this day was going to a busy one, and with that thought in the back of the head, the silver-haired man left the shower behind.
With everything done that could be considered the basics for a morning routine, the young Uchiha had nothing left to besides preparing himself for the visit towards the hospital, in order to seek out how Joruri was feeling after that first stage of the exam. As such, with that white towel wrapped along the waist after the second shower was taken, the silver-haired man waltz against the wardrobe to pull out a pair of skinny pants upon which the man slithered a first leg before joining in with the other, pulling them at the end swiftly upwards. To cover up that chiseled chest of his, the young man took a jet-black shirt which shared the same color as those pants, and both of those sleeves were long up to wrist despite the fact that it was quite warm outside. The reason which stood behind this eerie pick of clothing, was given by the fact that this particular Uchiha did not wished to reveal to everyone that there was an ANBU tattoo which stood upon that well-toned bicep of his.
Like always, the dagger which never was left behind by this particular man was taken from the nightstand before it was slithered behind the back, more specifically inside a silver obi which was added after those pants and shirt. After that simple garment was finally upon the tall vessel, there was nothing else to do but take a couple heavy footsteps, which eventually brought the Uchiha outside his own lodge from which he departed towards the hospital, a building which he did not enjoyed visiting that often. As such, after thirty minutes or so, the silver-haired man was now standing against the entrance of this personally despised building, gazing at these two glass doors which were shortly opened whilst the man took the first step inside. The smell which lingered inside beyond these doors was always recognizable, and at its presence something that resembled a strange feeling coiled inside that stomach; there are not enough words to describe how much the man hated this place.
Nonetheless, the silver-haired man pushed forth and went towards the reception to seek out Joruri’s room number since that information was unknown towards him, and behind that counter there was a woman which seemed to be around her thirties. “Good afternoon, dear lady. Do you mind telling me where I can find Kansen-Suru Joruri, he is one of the genin who participated in the Chūnin Selection Exams and a member of team three, and I am the sensei of that particular one.” the man requested on a calm and gentle tone, whilst darting that everlasting gaze towards the woman. Without further ado, the woman picked up what appeared to be dossier with the patients who were registered, and in just a couple of seconds, that dazzling woman gave the man coordinates and the room number at which Joruri was being held. As such, the jōnin thanked the woman with a quick nod shortly after before waltzing up those stairs with the thought of checking out on his student, the man was curious to check if there were any kind of serious injuries.
In just a couple of minutes, Tenzō relocated himself against Joruri’s door, delivering three knocks against that door right before that handle was clenched by those five scrawny things which the man used to open up the door. “Joruri, are you here?” the silver-haired man inquired while placing the first step inside that room, and hopefully, the student wouldn’t get startled too much since the Uchiha had an appearance which was not seen before by this particular individual. Not only that, but the sensei also brought a small box with him which was filled with warm noodles in case this particular lad was hungry; hospitals were known to have food which was not particularly that good. As such, on the way towards the hospital, this particular Uchiha stopped at a restaurant to pick up this meal which the man wished to drop by just in case.
At the sound of the alarm clock, the curtain which covered that pair of ebony and dull eyes had risen just so that Tenzō might gave it a quick slap to cease that irritating tone off. Busy was the night before which kept this particular man awoke, and the time that was allocated for sleep was no longer than five hours; perhaps, a vacation dedicated towards relaxation might follow up after this consuming event. Without wasting any more time in bed, the silver-haired figure slithered that sheet away from his own chiseled body before kissing the ground beneath with one foot at a time, letting those toes sink deeply inside the white and fluffy rug which was bestowed upon this bedroom. While standing at the edge of the bed, those rays of sunlight that were perturbing inside this room had assaulted those ebony eyes and forced this particular man to squint them. As such, the silver-haired man pushed himself away from the bed in order to head towards those windows and pull that grey curtain against them, making it harder for that sunlight to breach inside.
“Tsk...” the sound echoed between those two pale lips, acting as a presentation for the next words “Pesky sunlight.” that were muttered on a barely audible tone since no one was inside the room to hear those words to begin with. Once those windows were finally covered, the Uchiha began making his way towards the bathroom with a couple of heavy footsteps before stopping against the mirror to check if there were any more changes towards his own vessel. Apparently this was the pinnacle of the transformation, and the loss of the pigment color had stopped here; all of that skin was neatly pale as almost giving the impression that it was wax, whilst every strand of hair was turned into a silver color which shimmered brightly when faced against the sunlight. What followed after what a squeaky noise that emerged once that warm water was being turned on from the bathtub; everyday had to start with one, before and after the training which was being done on a daily basis.
Somewhere between ten to fifteen minutes had been allocated towards the bath, and after it was over the Uchiha emerged from the bathroom with a white towel wrapped along that thin waist. Every time the silver-haired man took a shower most of the water which was supposed to be inside the bathtub was lingering outside; with that being said, a mess was made every time. While keeping hat towel in its place, Tenzō relocated himself against his own wardrobe to pick up a couple of plain shorts before heading towards the kitchen to start working on that breakfast. A minute or two passed, but that white towel was now replaced by a pair of grey shorts in which the man could freely execute the training session which was about to follow after eating. With little to no more time wasted, the silver-haired man relocated himself against a medium-sized table from which a wooden chair was slithered across the ground, pulled back in order to be seated upon later.
With a couple of more steps, the silver-haired man walked towards the sink from which a bowl was picked up, one which was lingering alongside it and newly washed before placing it against the table upon which the breakfast was going to occur. The fridge was just inside, and the light from it illuminated against those ebony and dull eyes once the man opened it to take out some cold milk that was going to be poured inside the bowl, but not before picking up the cereals. With the mixture of both now done inside the bowl, the silver-haired man decided to sit at the table and start eating as quickly as he could, to make haste for this day was going to be crowded. The meal was rushed and the content was not really that much, since this particular jōnin wished to immediately start with the daily exercises afterwards, and doing that with a full stomach was going to be a pain.
As soon as the meal was finally over, the Uchiha picked up the bowl before shoving it inside the kitchen’s sink; there was no doubt, that the man was a bit too lazy to wash it now. Having those out of the way, the next thing which was going to occur was the training in which was going to be done inside the living room of this lodge. A small coffee table stood in the middle of this room, although it was quickly pushed aside by this tall figure who indented of training just within the center, and with that now out of the way the training shall commence, but not before a quick stretch. With both of those well-toned arms the young man began flapping them around to ease up those joints which released and cracking noise upon pressure. In an instant, that right leg of his had lunged forth whilst the other stood in the back, and with those scrawny and long fingers placed against the against the ground, the silver-haired man straightened up that back whilst applying pressure downwards.
This particular exercise forced the man to breath in whilst that right leg was being bent from the kneecap, and exhale while it was being straitened back; it was after all, one of the most simple exercises which Tenzō learned as a shinobi in that spare time of his. Nonetheless, after a few repetitions the silver-haired man had switched up the position of those legs in order to perform the exact exercise but with that left leg of his pointed forth instead of back. After five series or so, the silver-haired man arose from that awkward position before flapping around those arms and legs to ease up the tension on those muscles which started to contract from the physical exercise. Actually, a couple of quick footsteps relocated the Uchiha against the fridge in which the man opened quickly before extracting a bottle of cold water. While returning back into the main room, that cap was slightly twisted before those lips parted away slightly as the bottle was now standing against them; they were making way for the cold and refreshing liquid to perturb down inside the man’s throat.
Once that thirst was clenched, the cap was slowly twisted back before the man chose to place it upon the table that was pushed out of the way earlier; it was now time for the second type of exercise, and more specifically push-ups. Standing in all fours against the ground with that back straight as an arrow, the silver-haired man began lowering that chiseled chest of his against the floor, stopping at only two inches away from it before straightening up those arms once more. Somewhere between thirty to forty pushups were made to count as a series, and a total of five series shall be done before the man will take up another break so that the exercises might change once more. The sharp sound of those breaths reverberated as they left between those two pale lips, and with each push that screeching noise made itself noticed. Already was the man at the second stage of those five series, and small drops of sweet began colliding against the floor as they cascaded down the man’s forehead, since things were getting intense and the last two sets of pushups were going to be done with a hand behind the back.
With all of those five sets out of the way, Tenzō stood up and reached up for that white towel which was brought with him so that he may swipe away all of that sweat which began gathering upon that body of his. “I can’t believe how hot this day can be, and it’s still early.” were the mumbled words which escaped between those pale lips, whilst the man placed that white towel back against the table, next to that water bottle of his. Once more had the Uchiha placed himself in the middle of the room, standing in a statuesque posture whilst bringing both of those arms forth with the intention of keeping them there for the remaining exercise, as such, the man began crouching in a swift manner before standing back up. This particular type of exercise was known as squats and just like the others, a couple of sets were needed to be done so that it may keep up that well-toned body of his in shape, and increasing muscular size was something this particular man did not wish to happen.
After those series of squats would be finally over, two more types of exercises would follow up before the man would finally call this training over; therefore, without those out of the way, the silver-haired man would once more make his way towards the bathroom for a nice quick and warm shower. Whilst all that water kept cascading upon this wandering vessel, a couple of thoughts stormed throughout Tenzō’s mind which reminded him that this was the day in which the man would have to visit Joruri and talk about the results of the first stage, and perhaps there were other subjects that the young man wished to discuss. Unlike the visit towards Shinako, this particular one might be easier since between Tenzō and Shinako there was a relation which can be considered nothing less than complex, and the young man would most likely end up having a difficult time with her, not that it was going to be regretted. Nonetheless, this was probably not the best time to think about these problems since the man had to speed up things since this day was going to a busy one, and with that thought in the back of the head, the silver-haired man left the shower behind.
Preparations for the visit.
With everything done that could be considered the basics for a morning routine, the young Uchiha had nothing left to besides preparing himself for the visit towards the hospital, in order to seek out how Joruri was feeling after that first stage of the exam. As such, with that white towel wrapped along the waist after the second shower was taken, the silver-haired man waltz against the wardrobe to pull out a pair of skinny pants upon which the man slithered a first leg before joining in with the other, pulling them at the end swiftly upwards. To cover up that chiseled chest of his, the young man took a jet-black shirt which shared the same color as those pants, and both of those sleeves were long up to wrist despite the fact that it was quite warm outside. The reason which stood behind this eerie pick of clothing, was given by the fact that this particular Uchiha did not wished to reveal to everyone that there was an ANBU tattoo which stood upon that well-toned bicep of his.
Like always, the dagger which never was left behind by this particular man was taken from the nightstand before it was slithered behind the back, more specifically inside a silver obi which was added after those pants and shirt. After that simple garment was finally upon the tall vessel, there was nothing else to do but take a couple heavy footsteps, which eventually brought the Uchiha outside his own lodge from which he departed towards the hospital, a building which he did not enjoyed visiting that often. As such, after thirty minutes or so, the silver-haired man was now standing against the entrance of this personally despised building, gazing at these two glass doors which were shortly opened whilst the man took the first step inside. The smell which lingered inside beyond these doors was always recognizable, and at its presence something that resembled a strange feeling coiled inside that stomach; there are not enough words to describe how much the man hated this place.
Nonetheless, the silver-haired man pushed forth and went towards the reception to seek out Joruri’s room number since that information was unknown towards him, and behind that counter there was a woman which seemed to be around her thirties. “Good afternoon, dear lady. Do you mind telling me where I can find Kansen-Suru Joruri, he is one of the genin who participated in the Chūnin Selection Exams and a member of team three, and I am the sensei of that particular one.” the man requested on a calm and gentle tone, whilst darting that everlasting gaze towards the woman. Without further ado, the woman picked up what appeared to be dossier with the patients who were registered, and in just a couple of seconds, that dazzling woman gave the man coordinates and the room number at which Joruri was being held. As such, the jōnin thanked the woman with a quick nod shortly after before waltzing up those stairs with the thought of checking out on his student, the man was curious to check if there were any kind of serious injuries.
In just a couple of minutes, Tenzō relocated himself against Joruri’s door, delivering three knocks against that door right before that handle was clenched by those five scrawny things which the man used to open up the door. “Joruri, are you here?” the silver-haired man inquired while placing the first step inside that room, and hopefully, the student wouldn’t get startled too much since the Uchiha had an appearance which was not seen before by this particular individual. Not only that, but the sensei also brought a small box with him which was filled with warm noodles in case this particular lad was hungry; hospitals were known to have food which was not particularly that good. As such, on the way towards the hospital, this particular Uchiha stopped at a restaurant to pick up this meal which the man wished to drop by just in case.
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