You...have...got to be kidding me. Not two nights ago, Kin had worked as a FUCKING WAITER in a FUCKING RESTAURANT on forced fucking assignment, and now this?! Even for access to the full Sarif clan family laboratories, this position as a village shinobi was beginning to have the negatives outweigh the positives. Apparently, they'd decided that as the foremost up and coming puppetry expert in the village, given that the Sarif clan are the only puppeteers in the village and Kin is the only new Sarif shinobi, he is to give a special presentation to a class of academy students on puppet based combat. Fucking bullshit. First, hungry customers bitching because someone else fucked up their order and now this shit? whiny 10 year olds?! He had three years of this crap where he had to live with them, and now he has to teach them. Wonderful.


"Alright class, my name is Kin. Sarif Kin. Remember it because I will not be repeating it. I have been asked by the... esteemed... facilty to give a presentation on Kugutsu, the art of puppetry. The sarif clan has long since held a position within the village of being revere-" Kin's speech was interrupted by the sudden snide remark of a petulent little fucker in the first row. "Puppets are the weapons of the Suna people. Why would we care about what our biggest enemy uses?! We just need to know how to kill it, so we can slaughter those fuckers!" he was clearly emotional, harbouring a grudge for a rivalry that had long since gone cold. "It is true that Kugutsu originated from Sunagakure no Sato, however, I'm sure that when men were fighting with clubs, the tribes well versed in the club refused to adopt their enemy's invention; the sword. Those that don't adapt die. While it is true that Sunagakure invented the puppet, the Sarif clan have perfected it, turning it from a crude, trick based weapon of war into the perfect combination of weaponry and organic material. Now if you would kin-" "I don't care! We don't need to steal their stupid little dolls, we've got warriors that can spit lava and generate crystals, mighty shinobi that can turn ink itself into their weapon, drawing anything they desire and manifesting it to slaughter their opponents, we don't need to steal the stupid little tricks of tho-"

The student's words were cut off by a sudden violent jerking forward, as his head smashed into the desk, his nose letting out an audible crack on impact. He looked around, perplexed as to what happened, when his own right hand rose and began to slap his face repeatedly. "Please, stop hitting yourself..." Kin said all too sarcastically as a horde of children roared in laughter at their classmate making a fool of himself, before he finally dropping the now sobbing student's limbs and allowing him to control them once more. "I attached invisible puppet strings to your body. I used their technology and with it, turned your own weapons against you. Whether you hate sunagakure or not is irrelevant, I'm not from Sunagakure. I simply utilize a specialized form of controlled warfare that you need to learn about, especially if you're going to remain as Xenophobic and ignorant as you currently are. Do you understand?" the boy stopped sobbing and nodded as he began wiping tears away. With his distractions resolved, Kin set in to his two hour lecture on basic puppet operation with no further interruptions. Not that those ungrateful little fuckers knew anything about the magnitude of wisdom he had just been given.

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