“Thank you, Uchiha-san,” he’d replied graciously. “I’ll be sure to visit the academy and see if I can get help.”
Aqua merely smiled in response to the gratitude he was showing for the small bit of advice that she’d opted to give him. That was as far as she would be able to help him, as she would help any other traveller, in attaining what he wanted to achieve. The Konoha academy, in her memory, had always been welcoming to those who weren’t currently enrolled in their classes, helping them fine tune their mastery over chakra or the ninja arts just as they would had the person been studying in the academy itself. Their classes wouldn’t go past the very basics of being a ninja, and everyone would be treated as if they were a curricular student as well, though she supposed there was a chance that Kuroshiki would be turned away at the massive gates that led to the Academy simply for not being a native of Konoha. Back in her youth, she’d seen all sorts of people, of various backgrounds and ethnicities, apply to study at Konoha’s Academy, but whether they had been people of the village or no, she would have been too young to remember, and too young to know anyhow.
“I’ll be able to manage financially. I’ve always been good with keeping expenses to a minimal that I have more than enough to get by for awhile.”
“That’s good to hear,” Aqua answered. Money, she knew, was a very prevalent problem for some, especially those who couldn’t help but be captivated by trinkets that were hung in nearly every market district around Konoha, in nearly every shop, plastered at the front of every window, to lure tourists into pouring more of their hard-earned, and justifiably set aside for such occasions, to dump it all into the locals’ treasuries, which would then find their way to Konoha’s governments’ banks to further finance the village’s doings. Fortunately for her, she didn’t have the same attraction to such stuff as other girls her age did; or maybe a more accurate way to put it was that she was able to control the cravings that she had for the more glittery stuff that enticed her peers, being someone who’d almost always had control over her own desires and actions.
“Uchiha-san, I would appreciate it if you could tell me where to find the academy. I’m sure I could find it on my own… but I suppose having a general idea of where it’s located is better than nothing.”
The image of the academy, its conical building stretching several floors up with its land enclosed by walls at least ten feet tall, more for delineation purposes than actually keeping people out, flashed into her head. Located very close to the Hokage Tower, it served as mainly an educational facility, though Aqua had heard of certain cases where the academy had been used as a makeshift shelter during times where the threats to the village had someone slipped past its gargantuan walls. That being said, she doubted she’d read anywhere in her history books nor heard from anyone purportedly experienced in the village’s history that told of a threat large enough to actually take note of; the last such danger to the village had nearly, or actually did, razed it to the ground, and it had been centuries ago.
“You should head to the center of the village. If you have the administration build in your sights, the academy should be close by,” she provided. “The two actually share the same land, so it’s a simple matter of asking anyone on the site where the academy building itself is. Just remember: Konoha’s central district. It’s also where you’ll find most of the administrative buildings if you need them, and it’s just in front of the Hokage Monument,” she said, referring to the large mountain that stood within Konoha’s borders, painted and carved out with the faces of the Hokage that had come before the current one, which also doubled as a guarded shelter for whenever the civil situation in the village would come under fire.
With that, Aqua would stand up, stretching her arms outwards once more and hearing the satisfying pop of her arms and back as it was arched. “I should go. I’m making dinner tonight for my sister and I. If you need any further help, you can likely find it: administration board for technical assistance. Have a nice stay,” she ended, before walking off.
As she did so, her mind reeled to Keishi’s training earlier that day, which had transpired before her meeting with Kuroshiki. While unorthodox, she thought back on why exactly they had been training. The two of them had been brushing up on their skills, following their confrontation with her sister’s team, colloquially known as Team Mihoko with the assigned number all but forgotten to the senseis themselves. Their sensei, Sumimoto Kyudoka, had been less than pleased with the boys’ performances, and had assigned her to tutor Keishi in being more serious, while he took Matsu for their own special training. While the team had won the game as a whole, Keishi and Matsu, and indirectly her, had left too many opportunities for their team to slip up and lose, especially with Aqua’s sympathy for her sister and the bond between the two of them to cause her to derive a plan allowing her a one-on-one with her sister – a fairer encounter than her sister’s teammates – while her teammates’ desire to fight Hirotsugu and finally take him down (which they failed to do since she won the game for them by retrieving the objective before they could beat him up past his Wood Release) had made sure that they were unable to help Aqua wrench victory from her sister (should she have needed it).
Her Sharingan flashed once more, allowing her eyes to be bathed in the red of blood before it went away just as quickly, and she was reminded of her sensei’s words following her awakening of the Dojutsu.
Four.
That was her fourth kill on this mission. Far from her fourth in her entire career. The kunai was slick and warm with blood which dripped onto her arm, worming its way onto her grip and making the leathery handle of the kunai just that slightly more difficult to hold onto. Her body twisted backwards, blocking a swipe from a random, nameless bandit before jumping back to clear herself of the mass of bodies, whether alive or dead. Two bandits, faces she couldn’t quite place, ran up to her, and she caught one in a Genjutsu, causing him to stab his partner in the back, incapacitating him before he realised what had happened, and charged to her in fury.
She raised her kunai to block again, meeting his weapon midway and holding it there, even as she was pushed back an inch or so from the sudden momentum. He removed his blade and lashed out with his foot, and she caught it with the palm of her free hand, only for it to be insufficient to stop his strike, causing her hand to ricochet upwards with his leg, slamming into her chin and causing her to stumble backwards three steps. She recovered in time to dive to the left, rolling once into a kneel and bringing her kunai again to block his attack, layering a Genjutsu over him to falsify his sights before lashing out with her kunai and digging a deep line into his neck, immediately killing him.
Five.
She heard a yelp of fright from Keishi, which was enough to distract her from the bandit who sprung up in front of her, grabbing her throat and attempting to squeeze the air out of her. Both hands instinctively reached for the wrist, broad as it was that she couldn’t close a single hand around it, accidentally dropping her only remaining kunai in the process. She struggled in his grip and watched as his other hand pulled back, curling into a fist… though curiously curling slower and slower and slower… and slower. She looked at the arm holding her, seeing the bulging veins that led from his forearm to his upper arm, both smudged with dirt and exposed flesh from the slashes she’d given his small group of seven, five of whom were already dead.
She saw the snarl on his face, the small spittle gathering at the corners of his lips, the flared up nostrils, the eyes wide open and clearly enraged, pupils dilated and hair messy as it was when she’d sprung the ambush on them so her teammates could rescue the hostages and clear up the stolen stash. She could see the tight knuckles on his fist, now slowly approaching her. Her mind slowed down, registering everything in her sights as if time itself had stopped, allowing her to take in everything she was seeing, to process it, to either use it or to store it for future usage. She saw the crow flying in the distance, just a speck, but easily recognisable to her as a crow for some reason. Not a raven, but a crow. It was leading a group of other crows, smaller than its raven counterpart as well at that distance…
Even as the fist flew towards her she had the time to appreciate that her vision had improved dramatically, not in just helping her reaction time but also in the quality of her vision. She could see so much more now… and she was going to use it. Her eyes darted from the man’s face, which now sported some confusion beside the fury, to the hand that was currently flying towards her, and her left hand rose to deflect it, messing its travel such that it would miss her just slightly, hitting only her ear – she knew it would miss her – while her other arm rose and slammed downwards on the man’s forearm, giving her enough slack to take in a small breath of air, and swing her lower body forwards, sending her foot into the man’s chin, dazing him enough for her to pry herself out of his grip, as she felt the air distort around his fist. Not a wind jutsu, as she couldn’t see the mass of chakra around his arm as any more than just the natural flow of chakra within his civilian body.
She would learn later that she’d awakened the Sharingan, but the circumstances around it wouldn’t stay with her, fresh in her memory, as much as the words that Sumimoto-sensei had used to instil fear within her as to the damnation that the eyes normally brought to their wielder.
“The Curse of Hatred.”
Those four words had been uttered many times throughout the history of Konoha, and had been similarly repeated in many sections of Konoha’s history books, specifically on the sections that focused on the Uchiha clan as one of the few clans that had come together since before Konoha’s official founding and laid the foundations that would eventually found one of the greatest hidden villages to dot the elemental continents. They were an embodiment of what happened to a shinobi when they lost themselves and succumbed to the dangers that came with being a ninja. The Uchiha, he had warned, were especially prone to this due to the nature of their eyes, which only came about whenever they were under extreme duress. Most Uchiha failed to cope with the stress that came with their eyes, and naturally allowed the antithesis of love to consume them.
She wondered why that particular memory struck her as she exited the park, her apartment in the more respectable housing districts of Konoha her destination.
WC: 2014 + 3802 = 5816
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