1 The Monkey meets The Dragon [Takao, Yukino] Fri Mar 22, 2019 1:11 pm
Yukino
B-rank
While Yukino had no idea how he managed to do it, her father was able to schedule a meeting with the Hokage. Rather, it was supposed to be a sort of training session. The gravity of the situation caused her head to spin. While she had felt anxiety from previous missions and experiences, it was nothing like. It blew her mind that the Hokage saw her as someone who he would take his time to train. Out of tens of thousands of fellow shinobi, he chose to focus his attention on one little Genin who hadn’t been out the academy long enough to even be looked at to be promoted to Chunin. All of these thoughts swirled in her mind as her father continued to speak to her.
“Listen girl, you must present the Hokage with proper etiquette. You must do this, or you bring dishonor to the Sarutobi name, do you understand?” Yamato said as he stared directly into her eyes.
“I guess so, but father! You’ve still yet to tell me how you managed to arrange such a meeting in the first place.” Yukino cried out.
It was almost too much for her to bear, though she knew she could never show this weakness to her father. If he saw this, he would make her pay before she even got the chance to train with the Hokage. Yukino sat on her pillow with only a table separating her from her father. Yamato was also sitting, though he was in robe. Today was one of the only days he had off in a while, and this his how he normally chose to spend it. Yukino herself was dressed normally, her hair already braided and ready for the day ahead of her. She waited for her father to answer, though he took his time, sipping on the tea she prepared for him. Her hands, resting on her thighs, began to ball into fists as she waited. Finally, Yamato put down his cup and once again made eye contact with Yukino.
“There are some things you will never understand, girl. That being said, I don’t report to you, therefore you will receive information whenever I deem it to be so.”
Yamato said, his deep voice being the only noise throughout the whole house.
“You will go meet with the Hokage. You will learn as much from him as you can, and you will return here once it’s complete. Do you understand?” Yamato asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question
“Yes...father.” Yukino said as she got up from her pillow and made her way out of the door. Before she left, she turned her head slightly towards Yamato. “Thank you...father.” she said. There was no response, but she didn’t need one. Closing the door behind her, she knew exactly what his thoughts were. She knew what his plans with her were. His ambitions had been instilled within her for almost as long as she could remember. She knew the time for words had already passed, it was time for her to prove to him exactly what she was capable of.
All of these thoughts ran through her mind as she made her way to the Hokage’s main building in the center of the village. It was midday, so the traffic leading up to this point was dense. All the different shops and stalls were crowded with people. The various sounds of haggling, laughing, and conversation could all be heard, but none of it was intelligible on this level. The world famous Hokage Rock stood behind the Hokage’s building, powerful and imposing. Looking at it always reminded her of how small she was. In this case, it served as symbolism, showing to her the disparity in strength between herself and the Hokage. She walked into his building as the anxiety within her was slowly building, not knowing what to expect next.
WC: 659
“Listen girl, you must present the Hokage with proper etiquette. You must do this, or you bring dishonor to the Sarutobi name, do you understand?” Yamato said as he stared directly into her eyes.
“I guess so, but father! You’ve still yet to tell me how you managed to arrange such a meeting in the first place.” Yukino cried out.
It was almost too much for her to bear, though she knew she could never show this weakness to her father. If he saw this, he would make her pay before she even got the chance to train with the Hokage. Yukino sat on her pillow with only a table separating her from her father. Yamato was also sitting, though he was in robe. Today was one of the only days he had off in a while, and this his how he normally chose to spend it. Yukino herself was dressed normally, her hair already braided and ready for the day ahead of her. She waited for her father to answer, though he took his time, sipping on the tea she prepared for him. Her hands, resting on her thighs, began to ball into fists as she waited. Finally, Yamato put down his cup and once again made eye contact with Yukino.
“There are some things you will never understand, girl. That being said, I don’t report to you, therefore you will receive information whenever I deem it to be so.”
Yamato said, his deep voice being the only noise throughout the whole house.
“You will go meet with the Hokage. You will learn as much from him as you can, and you will return here once it’s complete. Do you understand?” Yamato asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question
“Yes...father.” Yukino said as she got up from her pillow and made her way out of the door. Before she left, she turned her head slightly towards Yamato. “Thank you...father.” she said. There was no response, but she didn’t need one. Closing the door behind her, she knew exactly what his thoughts were. She knew what his plans with her were. His ambitions had been instilled within her for almost as long as she could remember. She knew the time for words had already passed, it was time for her to prove to him exactly what she was capable of.
All of these thoughts ran through her mind as she made her way to the Hokage’s main building in the center of the village. It was midday, so the traffic leading up to this point was dense. All the different shops and stalls were crowded with people. The various sounds of haggling, laughing, and conversation could all be heard, but none of it was intelligible on this level. The world famous Hokage Rock stood behind the Hokage’s building, powerful and imposing. Looking at it always reminded her of how small she was. In this case, it served as symbolism, showing to her the disparity in strength between herself and the Hokage. She walked into his building as the anxiety within her was slowly building, not knowing what to expect next.
WC: 659