Jutsu Training:

Suzumi was just walking around. This surely was weird, in the last two days she was in more fights than in her entire life before! Four days already passed since she graduated, and she still wasn't in a team; it really sucked. They should've been assigned the very same day... Being Kage-less isn't all that nice, with Lord Sero being away and all that. She realized that she was walking towards the entrance to Kirigakure's war shelter, "The Misty Salvage" to some. It was this awesome, huge thing, where the civilians would hide in case of war, but it wouldn't be needed, not when Suzumi takes things in charge...

As she walked in, she stopped, and sat down, admiring the work of the builders who built the great shelter. I think I'm a bit bored... Just then, she heard something.

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Shou had never had much care for “The Misty Salvage” even when they had had to learn about it in the history books of the academy. Often, during his bad student stage, he had actually fallen asleep in class while they had been going over it, even if he had still been a slightly softer hearted person at the time. What was the point of hiding in such a thing when one could just fight against whatever enemy the people who were frightened were hiding from? Shou could never find one, even when he used to care about the others in the village. It was ultimately place that the rising eighteen year old chuunin found utterly pointless. What he craved above all else was blood being spilt from the various people he would come across in the future and hiding in some giant cubby wasn’t the way for him to get things done. Had he been born a hundred or so years before, he would have become one of the demons from the cruel graduation exam that existed in the mist village that gave in the “Bloody Mist Village” title initially.

After all, he had basically done so with his own brother, albeit, with the help of the serial killer that had resided in the cemetery. He had risen to chuunin alone and teamless, and he was perfectly fine with that, it was fitting for his poor personality and relations with others. He just didn’t want to deal with people that much unless they had a point of interest. It wasn’t often that he would find anyone that he would like or want to work with though he could control himself, but even so, if they set him off they would find themselves wishing with every bone in their bodies that they had never met the sharp toothed, sharp finger nailed, blue haired heartless Hozuki. People just had a tendency to be too much like others, and Shou couldn’t stand it. People needed to be different, they needed to stand out for him to take any semblance of a liking to them or he would simply abandon them. His need to be original had been one of the factors that had led to his own brother’s death.

Taking a deep breath, Shou stepped into the place that he hadn’t bothered to step into before except for on tours that the academy had sent them on so that they would know the place well in case they had a use for it. Shou, however, never would, aside from a brief moment of curiosity that had brought him to the place now. Just like in the pirate’s cove, he was determined to find something original in the depths of the salvage. Hoping, like always that there wouldn’t be any stupid identical things. But, of course there was going to be, there always was. “What’s the point of this place anyway?” he muttered under his breath, finding a stone and kicking it with all his might away from him as he studied the architecture. “Hiding is for the weak, and the weak should be stronger so they don’t have the hide in the first place.” He grumbled as he walked along before pausing and sighing.

‘May as well do something interesting, if I’m going to snoop around this place’ Shou thought and closed his eyes for a moment in thought, trying to think of what would make the exploration of the dull place more interesting to him. Clasping his fingers together to keep himself from shifting as he gathered his chakra at his feet, Shou decided on what he would do and started the Supernatural Walking Practice. Surely, walking from a different perspective would be more interesting than anything else in the place. His eyes flashed open and he jumped onto the wall, much like a frog, before starting to walk, looking down at the ground from his place there. “Boring…”

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